The Bad Girl and the Good Boy... Or Are They??? (Discontinued!!)

Chapter 7: Bad boys and Shoplifting

Chapter 7: Bad boys and Shoplifting

Kayla's POV

I have school on Monday. BOOOOOO!!! Why did a dumbass have to decide that it would be fun to keep a bunch of kids inside of a hot and unsanitary building for seven hours teaching them bullshit they will never need Monday through Friday. For the creator of school, they sure are dumb.

So being that it is Sunday, I have to get ready. And by ready, I mean watching The Vampire Diaries on Netflix. While watching Damon and Elena make out for 5 minutes, I heard the roar of a motorcycle. What the hell? Why is there a motorcycle on this private property?

I closed my computer and walked down the stairs. Ms. Davis came into the house with a worried look on her face.

"What happened?" I asked. "Did you buy any chance expect a motorcycle?" she asked me.

"No why do you ask?" I questioned.

"Because the guys who dropped it off said that the motorcycle outside is for you from a Darius and Gabe. They said for you to call them once you get it. And I'm really worried cause I don't remember hearing anything good about Darius and Gabe and I'm afraid you might hurt-"

The bored look on my face was immediately replaced with a big smile. DARIUS AND GABE GOT ME A MOTORCYCLE. HOLY FUUUUCCCCKK!! I yelled so loud that Ms. Davis had to cover her ears.

I put on my leather jacket, grabbed the keys from Ms. Davis, yelled bye and ran outside. I immediately got on. I revved up my engine and drove away.

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I stop in front of the nearest club I could find called The Moves. Weird name. "ID?" the security asked. I pulled my fake ID out of my pocket and showed him. He let me inside. Dumbass. A couple years back, Gabe, Darius and I got fake ID cards to get into clubs and get beer. You know, the important stuff.

The minute I came in, the smell of sweat and drugs immediately filled my nose. Mmm. Smells almost as good as food.

I walked up to the bar. "Hey what can I get you?" the adorable bartender asked. "Three shots of vodka please." He handed me the shots which I immediately drank.

I walked to the center of the dance floor and swayed my hips. '2 On' by Tinashe came on and I moved some more. I love this song.

Get faded, turn up with the big boys

Live fast, die young that's my choice

Get money, get money like an invoice

We can mob all in the whip

Make the money make a grip

I be stuntin' with my clique

Getting faded 'till we trip (oh)

Man, I love to get on

I love to get 2 on

When the drink be too strong