The Bad Girl's Takeover

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Remi POV

I woke up feeling like a total boss, ready to slay my last year of senior high. I stretched my toned legs and arms, admiring my reflection in the mirror. My long, dark hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall, and my makeup was on point. I slipped on a mini skirt that hugged my curves and a crop top that showed off my sick abs. My body was fire, thanks to years of dance and gym routines.

As I headed downstairs, my mom looked up from her coffee and gave me a stern look. "Remi, I mean it, no more drama this year. No more getting into trouble."

I rolled my eyes, but she just raised an eyebrow. "I'm serious, Remi. You're a senior now, it's time to behave."

I sighed, but inside I was like, "Yeah, yeah, got it." But I knew my mom was just trying to keep me in check. Last year was...eventful, to say the least. But I promised myself I'd be better this year.

My little sister Lily looked up from her cereal and scowled. "Remi, your dress is too short!"

My mom intervened, "Lily, your sister looks beautiful. Don't be jealous."

I smirked at Lily, but my mom just gave me a warning look. "Remember what I said, Remi. No trouble."

I nodded, but inside I was like, "We'll see about that." I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, ready to take on the year and whatever drama came my way.

As I walked through the unfamiliar hallways, I could feel the eyes on me. Everyone was staring, but I knew it was because I was the new girl, the mysterious transfer student. No one knew my name, but they couldn't help but notice me. My makeup look was flawless, my highlight popping, and my lips looking plump and juicy. My mini skirt was short, but not too short, and my crop top showed off my toned stomach. My boobs were looking extra perky today, and I could feel them straining against the fabric of my top. I didn't need to look back to know my ass was bouncing with each step - I could feel the eyes on it, too.

I smiled to myself, feeling like a total boss. I knew I was making an entrance, and I was ready to make my mark on this new school.

As I walked down the hallway, I noticed a girl who looked like the queen bee, but not quite as stunning as me. She was wrapped around some guy, who couldn't take his eyes off my boobs. I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

"Hi, I heard you're the new transfer student," the queen bee said, approaching me with a fake smile. "I'm Sasha, and I love your dress! It's designer, right?"

"Thanks, Sasha," I replied, trying to sound friendly. I wanted to be nice, at least for now. After all, I needed to click with the popular crowd if I wanted to be popular myself.

The guy, who was still staring at my boobs, finally spoke up. "Hey, I'm Jake," he said, his voice dripping with lust.

I raised an eyebrow, annoyed. "Hi, Jake," I said curtly, trying to keep my cool.

Sasha giggled. "Jake, stop being a creep," she said, playfully hitting him on the arm. "So, Remi, what do you think of Oakwood High so far?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "It's okay, I guess. Still getting used to it."

Sasha smiled. "Well, we'll have to show you around and make you feel more welcome. Jake, why don't you take Remi to her next class?"

Jake's eyes lit up, and he grinned. "Sure thing," he said, offering me his arm.

I hesitated for a moment, but then took his arm, trying to play along. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a whole lot of drama.

"Hey, I'm Jake," he said again, his voice dripping with lust. "Want me to take you to your next class? I know it can be tough navigating a new school."