The Cheeky Bitch (A 1D fanfic)

Cheeky Bitch

Lexi's POV: 

The name's Lexi. It's not short for Alexa or Alexis or any kind of crap like that. It's Lexi Campbell. Simple and to the point. 

My life is anything but dull and average. You wouldn't expect a nineteen year old girl to be where I am today. And it's not in a good way.

See, when I was eighteen my parents kicked me out. They didn't respect a girl like me to be part of the family. I was a disgrace and a pain. I'm paraphrasing but let's just say they used very colorful words. So ever since then, I've been living on my own and supporting my own. I have to give myself credit, I've been doing quite well. I have a decent flat and have a decent job. 

It's not just recently that life has been a living hell. In elementary school, I was fat. I was a fat ugly child that was teased every fricken day. I was bullied and beaten by the girls in my grade. I would go to school, or hell, as I'd like to call it and then I would go home and cry myself to sleep. My parents couldn't care less, they simply ignored my presence.

That's when everything changed. 

As I got into high school I demanded myself to change my image. I lost a ton of weight and became toned. I tanned when I could outside to give my skin a natural glow. I refused to tan at salons in machines. I want to have a summer glow, not looked like I got raped by a bag of Doritos. I added minimal makeup and changed my wardrobe. Instead of sweats and oversized sweaters, it was short shorts and tight tops. 

I became known as "The Cheeky Bitch" in high school. No one like me because I was popular. I got all the guys and went to all the cool parties. I never had a group of girlfriends for one main reason: Girls are bitches and catty. I hate them. I fit in much better with boys so that's where I stayed. I hung out with the boys and hooked up with half of them. *insert wink face*

So, as I usually did on Friday nights I went out. Usually to a club or bar to just hang loose and lay loose. After a long week, it was exactly what I needed. 

I was on a dance floor grinding on some random stranger. There were a bunch of sweaty bodies on the dancefloor grinding on each other and enjoying the night. This boy had his hand on my hips, while mine were above my head and in the air. Ever so often the boy would move his hand from my waist to my arse. What a tease.

As I danced, something caught my eye. Someone else had their eyes on me. I turned the boy to the left so I could dance and watch as the mystery boy would watch my evey move. He had a smirk on his lips and would lick his bottom lip every so often. 

I don't blame him, I mean I looked great tonight. I wore a tight black dress with lace on the sleeves and down the front. It hugged every curve perfectly and excentuated my arse. My pink suede heels made me taller and gave the illusion that my tanned legs went on for miles. 

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I felt thirsty so I left the man on the dance floor and made my way to the bar. I looked the the boy one more time and gave him a smirk before walking off the dancefloor.

I could feel him burn holes in my back from his gaze. He already had his eyes on me, why not tease a bit.

I walked over to the bar and bent over to whisper my order into the bartender's ear giving that boy a perfect view of my arse as I bent over.

As I waited for my drink I felt a hand wrap around my waist. "You know, you really shouldn't do that." A husky voice said in my ear. I turned around to be faced with Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. 

"Whatever, do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"Oh you know very well, what you were doing" He said bringing his face so close to mine i felt his minty breath on my face. "I'm Zayn." He said.