Bad Boy vs. Bad Girl

I walked through the halls that smelled of sweat. My boots clanking against the floor. I pushed open the door and I finally arrived at my destination; the back of the school. I spotted the usual people that were there like Frankie, Mike, and Sam. I approached the boys.

"Hey, Leslie," Frankie waved.

"Sup, Les," Mike and Sam both said at the same time.

"Hello boys," I flashed them a smile. I took out my cigarettes and gave each of the boys one and got one out for myself too.

"Thanks," all three of them said. I took out my lighter and lighted it. I tokk in the smoke and puffed it out.

I really didn't like smoking, after all that is how my mother died. This is how i coped though. My father was no help either becuase he would always come home drunk and beat the crap out of me. My father used to be a good man. All of that changed when my mom died though. He'd come home late with his friends and they'd all take turns beating me. My mom's death had a huge inpact on me too.

I used to be the good girl that never got in trouble, but that was the old Leslie. My middle name is trouble now.

"That's not a very good habit you know," a voice yanked me out of my thoughts. I turned around only to be greeted by a pair of beautiful green eyes. A tall boy towered over me. He had on a white shirt with a heavy metal band name on it. The shirt was covered up by a leather jacket. He had on black skinny jeans and black and white converse.

"I know," I said blowing a puff of air out. He took the cigarette out of my mouth and put it in his.

"Les, this is Chase. He is a new student here at Hollow Highschool. Chase this is Leslie, the schools badgirl," Frankie called out.

"Hello Leslie," Chase said with a smirk. He held out his hamd for me to shake. He still had my cigarette in his mouth.

"I gotta go," I said walking out.

"Pleasure meeting you Leslie, Chase called out.

"Ass," I retorted. I shot him the bad finger and walked off.