By My Own Rules

The rest of the night I felt happy. My dad looked at me strange- if only he knew. I was in love with a bad boy. He is in love with me. That meant I was "the bad boy's girl."

"So how was the kiss?" My bestie Brittany said, looking at me excitedly on my bed.

"Magical." I said, happy.

"Magical in what way?"

"Brittany," I said, now alittle annoyed. "Just magical way that you can't even describe.

"Wow," She started, looking out my bedroom window. "I can't even imagine how cool it would be to kiss a bad boy."

"Well," I said. "You have Brian."

"Brian is not a bad boy. He's a football jock."

"Well, you have a boy that loves you."

"True." Brittany said, admitting I was right.

"Well, let's get this sleepover started!" I said, acting excited.

"I like the new Mckenzie." She said, smiling.