Bad girl, Good boy?

1. New kid

beep beep beep beep!

I slammed my hand in the direction of my alarm which I had already snoozed multiple times, knowing I was already late to school I might as well get a good sleep too. After all it is just Monday.

Last night was mostly a blur. I went to my friends party, really just someone I've talked to once or twice, I think his name was Fender. I took a couple too many drinks, kissed a guy or two and got a cab driver to take me home. The usual. Some might argue that this lifestyle is unhealthy. I think not. I'm still passing all my subjects in school, I end up getting all my homework done (after major procrastination) and it doesn't affect me. Just because somebody is "popular" doesn't mean they can't get good grades and have fun at the same time.

Snapping myself out of my thoughts I managed to force my hands to take off my blanket. Slightly taken back by the cold breeze flowing through my window. I must've forgotten to shut it when I snuck in last night.

Now, it's not that my parents don't know about my typical weekends because believe me, they've seen it all. I just don't like waking them up, especially if I'm drunk. I'm not a pretty person to work with when I'm drunk. They have learnt to accept who I've become though they had attempted to raise me up as a strict good girl. They kinda failed at that. Despite the typical "bad girl" persona, I still love my parents and care about them- most of the time.

The icy air still bothering me, I grabbed my uniform and got dressed. Pulling my skirt up a little too high of course. My knee socks were covering most of my legs so it wasn't too cold. Eating breakfast in the morning makes me feel sick so I skip it. Finishing up my daily routine I strolled out the door to walk the short boring journey to the hell hole we call school.

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I proudly strut into my math class being half an hour late earning a few looks from people. Either jealous of me or glaring at me. I took a seat at the back row, there was only one seat left so I didn't have a choice. On the desk to the right of me was a girl I had seen around a couple of times. Mostly the typical student, going unnoticed and blending in but her bright turquoise hair really makes her stand out.

I looked to the left and it was a boy.

He must be new, I thought to myself

I will never understand why anybody willingly moved to this waste town. I'd much prefer the city or somewhere closer to it.

I didn't realise I was staring at him with a puzzled face- lost in thought- until he glanced my way looking like he was scared of me. I tried to look away casually. I wouldn't be surprised if he was scared of me. I'm known to throw quite the punch. If I feel really nasty I may even give a kick in the nuts. Watching their reactions are always the best. It feels good to be in control, feel as if you have power; people knowing who you are. It's been like that since second grade when I had a close friend, a small group of boys were gathering around her and teasing her. I have no filter. I ran right up the them and kicked one of them in his shin, hard. The other looked petrified, I pitied him so just pushed him over, the last of the boys was already running away crying. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Classes surprisingly whizzed by which always feels strange in the best way. Until it was lunch time.

I walked into the cafeteria and took my seat at the table with any people that weren't scared of me. Just other punks. Looking up from my plate with a cookie and water bottle, I saw the same people I see everyday.

Brad, with his deep blue eyes and dark brown hair. A sh!t load of piercings and tattoos, the girls who are into that sort of stuff all drool over him. I'll admit he's hot. I used to date him back in 9th grade but he is a dick. I caught him making out with some blonde stick figure chick. Figures, he hasn't changed since.