The Malik Teenagers

Chapter 8: Bad Girl Letty

Leticia's P.O.V

It was fifth period, the last period of the day and I wasn't in the mood to sit in a boring class for the next hour especially with everything that's been going on. Instead, I hid around the back of the school, where only the PE teachers would ever come with their classes for the physical component of our curriculum. This afternoon, luckily, there were no classes around.

The football field was right in front of me, behind it the benches. It was fairly open and there was barely anywhere to side except for behind the benches or the sports shed next to the school's main building.

I picked at the black colour of my nail polish. It was coming off anyway so I may as well give it an extra push.

"Well, if it isn't the Daddy's Little Princess" a deep voice behind me made me jump.

I sighed and looked over my shoulder at the dark headed emo that I met in the library not so long ago. And just like last time, he had a cigarette trapped between his lips.

"I bet Daddy wouldn't be too happy with his little girl skipping class" Zac smirked and blew out the smoke he inhaled just above my head.

"You know what, can you just cut it out with the whole 'princess' and 'daddy's little girl' crap. It's infuriating and you know nothing about me or my life, so just shut it" I practically yelled at him.

His eyebrows rose, not expecting an outburst. I felt my body physically shake with anger. I had always been criticised harshly - both for being an orphan and then for being adopted. I could never win. I could never satisfy.

Zac's surprised look smoothly changed back into his smirk. Immediately it fell from his lips as the sound of heels clicking along the concrete floors echoed from around the corner.

He grabbed my wrist and started pulling me along towards the sports shed where we shouldn't get caught. The clicking of the heels faded but it was replaced with our breaths as we sprinted across the green in fear.

A metallic sound erupted from the shed as Zac leant his back on it once he reached it, pulling my wrist harsher so I was out of sight faster. He peered out from behind the shed and immediately moved back, a curse escaping his lips. I noticed his cigarette was long gone, probably smoking in the grass somewhere.

When Zac looked from behind the shed again, a sigh of relief left his parted lips. His hands patted down his chest in search of something before he pulled out the packet of cigarettes from his pocket. He places one between his lips before holding out one for me to take.

I knew I shouldn't but as soon as it was waved in front of my face, the craving sensation built up within me and I took it. Ever since the one I took a drag of in the library, I've been stealing Dad's but not enough for him to notice although I think Mum suspects.

He pulled out a lighter from his back pocket and cupped his hand around the flame as he lit his own. Slowly, almost intimately, he leant in to light mine. His face was rather close to mine as the flame scorched the end of the cylinder between my lips. His dark eyes would look beautiful if it were on another person face, but on him it just added to the whole bad boy, emo image he was trying to achieve.

"Guess I'm not the only one afraid of being caught" I blew the smoke from my pouted lips.

"I've been expelled from a few different schools. If I get expelled from this one, my father will ship me off to boarding school or somewhere military like" he briefly explained.

There was a lack of emotion on his slightly beautiful, yet rugged looking face. He clearly wasn't on good terms with his father, maybe both of his parents. I had a feeling he wasn't one to share information about his personal life but I also felt as though he was telling me more than he would to anyone he's only met twice.

"Now whose playing good boy for Daddy" I smirked.

"But there is a difference between us two, darling. I look the part, you don't. Aside from your blue hair, I assume everything else about you is pretty much vanilla so no one suspects"

My previous outburst was long forgotten as he already started 'assuming', smirking and simply making fun of me. He lifted his cigarette up and inhaled deeply.

"I'm not a good girl. Kyra pretty much has that role covered" I mumbled.

"That's the one that that Beckham kid's hanging around with" he nodded to himself. "Beckham probably has everything handed to him on a silver platter, even if it's in the form of an innocent virgin" he tapped the bud against the shed before lifting it up to his lips.

"You know, having famous parents doesn't mean you get everything handed to you. You still have to work for it and we probably go through more shit than you do" I argued.

"Wanna bet?" the emo boy's eyes narrowed.

"How would you know if she was a virgin or not, aside from the fact she's fifteen?"

"Ha. You think half the girls your age are still virgins? I've fucked a fair handful" he laughs.

"You've slept around?"

His eyebrows frowned before a knowing look flashed across his eyes. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

I didn't answer, nor did I nod or move in general. My silence and rigid form was enough to answer his question.

"You know what," he dropped his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it. "I'm not wasting my time with a girl like you"

"A girl like me?" my voice was laced with venom.

"An immature kid who probably tells Daddy everything. I don't need to waste my time with a virgin when there are girls lined up begging for me to fuck them up against the bathroom walls. You'll probably want to wait until you're in love or some shit. Trust me darling, there is no such thing. Just ask your parents" he started to stalk away.

My lips parted and my jaw dropped. It's one thing to say that sort of stuff to me, but then to bring my family into it - that's not ok. My body once again shook with anger and my skin instantly began hotter.

"I'm not a kid!" I yelled at him. "And-"

"And I'm not getting any younger" he interjected.

"You don't know the first thing about me!"

"Oh, but I do. Come back to me when you've lost it. I don't fuck virgins"

"And who ever said I'd want to be fucked by you?" I kept arguing.

"Darling, if you didn't, you wouldn't be hanging around with me or joining the clubs I'm associated with"

"I'm not-"

"The track team?" he smirked.

"I'm athletic" I argued my case.

"Oh yeah" he replied sarcastically. "I guess you're still coming Saturday night then"

He changed the subject and I was baffled as to why. Zac's body was almost pressing me into the wall and my breath was caught somewhere in my throat.

As much as I pretended I wasn't little miss goody-goody, I was still a fifteen-year-old girl that was vulnerable after a lifetime of disappointment (up until my adoption). I was a virgin, yes, but I couldn't help but not believe that almost half of the girls in my grade were sluts.

Then the realisation dawned on me. I wasn't the only one attracted to someone here. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him and maybe that attraction was for all the wrong reasons.

Fucking a goody-goody and dating a bad boy wouldn't impress anyone and certainly bump up the images we were individually trying to achieve, but right now I wasn't looking to impress, especially not my parents. If anything, I wanted to get out some of the anger that was building up after a horrible couple of weeks.

I put on my famous 'brave' face and looked into his deep, dark eyes.

"You want me just as much as I want you" my words almost sounded seductive.

What the hell am I getting myself into?