Who Can Resist A Bad Boy

Chapter One ~ 'Cora said you have diarrhea'

So this is just me having fun with a story, I wanted to try to do a bad boy story that wasn't too serious.

Obviously the first chapter isn't going to tell you too much, but let me know if you wanna see more? :) 

“Oh come on!” I ground out threw my teeth, slamming my fist onto the steering wheel of my old ford focus. “Start!”

I have been revving the engine for the past five minutes to no success; this is what I get for buying the cheapest car I could find as soon as I turned seventeen last year instead of saving up and buying a better one for my eighteenth.

I was already half an hour late to work, and since my boss was a complete bitch I was probably going to get the patronising bollocking she was so fond of giving me, which would be completely understandable if I didn’t work behind a bar and she was just the head bar maid.

Like that made her the queen or something.

The Saxon club opens at nine pm, and if I’m not there, then only Cora and Seth would be working, as well as Queen Ramona.

I took a deep breath, offering up a prayer to whatever God was chilling up in those clouds that my car would start, and punched the gas again while switching the key.

The heavy, slightly cough like purr of my engine flooded me with relief.

“Finally!” I sighed, pulling out of my driveway and heading to the strip, where all the clubs and bars were in town.

The sun was just setting as I pulled onto the dry road that led from my neighbourhood to the town, and pulled out my phone from my coat pocket, hitting the speed dial for Cora.

“Where are you Supernova?” She asked without a hello, using the dreaded nickname that my dad used to call me when I was like five and had a tendency to be a bit hyper.

“My car was having a hissy fit, but I’m on my way now, cover me with Ramona?” I said sweetly, knowing she would.

“Oh, I don’t know Nova, what’s in it for me?” She asked, and I could practically see her checking her nails, which she did a lot.

“I’ll buy you a crème egg when we finish?” I offered, using her obsession for crème eggs against her.

“Oh baby girl you know just how to turn me.” She cooed down the phone.

“When did you become a lesbian?” I teased.

“The day I met you.” She sighed dramatically.

“Yeah alright, get off the phone and tell Ramona something, but nothing too ridiculous, remember I have to go along with it when I get in.” I tell her.

“Sure thing, a case of the shits should get her off your case, that woman doesn’t believe in bodily functions like that, I haven’t even seen her sneeze once in the two years of working here.” Cora blabbered on.

“Cora, you cannot tell Ramona I’m being intimate with the toilet, she’ll send me home, just tell her we were low on shot glasses so I went to storage.”

“Good idea, she’ll never look there, far too dingy for her perfect shoes.”

“Exactly, now go.” I laugh before hanging up.

Cora Stephens was my best friend; I met her when I was six at a birthday party, which I didn’t want to be at since it was for Becca Cale, the most evil girl in the world, but my mom made me go.

I was halfway through covering her sticky chocolate cake in wet mud when Cora came over with a hand full of worms and suggested we add those to the mix.