Chasing The Rebellious Girl

Chapter 2: Rebel Child

Song RECOMMENDATIONS:
The Hills by The Weeknd (clean)
Prisoner by The Weeknd feat. Lana Del Rey (clean)
Carmen by Lana Del Rey

Flashback to 2 years ago:

I made my way into the doors of Lainsville High School, just as the bell for first hour rang. I had a diminishing cigarette in between my velvet lips and walked to Mr. Markson's Advanced History class. He was talking about some sort of crap as I walked in the door to his class. "So, Miss Anderson, you have prevailed upon the class to be late. Once again. Please don't make this a habit" Mr. Markson said as I made my way to my seat at he back, throwing away my burnt cigarette on my way back. I slammed into my chair, completely ignoring what he said, giving one of my very own infamous replies: "Oh, sorry Markson. Did you forget to take your hormone diminishing pills today?" I said, a smirk crawling across my face. I glanced back at my boyfriend, Peter, who was cocking an approving eyebrow. "Miss Anderson! That is far ore than enough of your snarky remarks. Twenty minutes detention today. Would anyone else like to join her?" Mr. Markson asked the class, earning a pitiful glance from my peers. To the classes AND Mr. Markson's astonishment, Peter raised his hand, acknowledging that he would like detention as well.

Man, if I could talk about Peter in 4 words they would be: Hot, Sexy, Beautiful, and Mine. He looks like he should be on the cover of a Abercrombie advertisement. I was still wowed by how he chose me, the most rebellious girl in all of Lainsville county High School. Maybe it was because we were both a lot alike. He was notorious for being a bad boy, with over 10 tattoos and piercing marked on his body, that I got the liberty of knowing where each and every one of them are. Haha, lucky me. I only had 2 tattoos on my body, a belly button piercing, cartilage piercing, and my earlobes. Wow, very rebellious. Peter was the hottest boy in the entire school. He had brown, curly hair, dark hazel eyes like mine, a fabulous six pack, wondrous muscles and an amazing white smile; one you could stare at all day long.

The second hour bell rung, and we were off to our next class. I jammed my books in my bag and waited for Peter to catch up with me and walk to our next class as normal. He finally caught up and scoped his arm around his waist as he guided us to his locker. He backed me up to his locker, and we proceeded to make out, as usual. I twisted my fingers though his brown, curly lock as he gripped my waist and pulled me closer to him. It wasn't a short lovey-dovey kind of kiss, it was a passionate and hard kiss, yet over all too soon. He backed away from my face and pushed back my dark brown, curly hair with red highlights. "God Carmen, your beautiful" he said, studying my body. I gave him a smirk, shut his locker and we walked hand-intertwined-in-hand to our next class, which was Algebra One; my favorite class. Okay, just because I was a bad girl, doesn't mean that I was stupid. I just liked getting on people's nerves.

The rest of the day passed in a quick blur, and Peter and I made it out to my black Porsche after our slow detention. I gave him a quick kiss, threw our bags in the back seat and climbed in the drivers seat. I popped on my sunglasses and backed out of the parking lot; rather quickly. I plugged in my IPhone and played The Hills over my Bluetooth. I drove the 6 minutes that it took to get Starbucks, to get a drink. It was our tradition every Tuesday and Thursday to drive to Starbucks and then over to my house. I decided to get a Vanilla Bean Frappe and Peter got a black coffee. "Just like your soul" I joked around and punched him in the arm lightly. "Yep, just like my soul. Dark, sexy, and mysterious" Peter joked, smirking. We drove off and proceeded to go my house. I turned up the music which I had previously paused.

Your man on the road, he doing promo... You said keep our business on the low-low... I'm just trying to get you out the front door, cause you look even better than the photos... I can't find your house, send me the info, driving though the gated residential... Find out I was coming send your friends home... Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know...

"Do you really have to play this EVERY time we get in the car?" Peter said, grabbing my phone, attempting to change the song. He thought that he won until I grabbed my phone from his unsuspecting hands. I changed it to Carmen by Lana Del Rey. He realized what I was playing and poutingly slumped into the leather seat. We pulled up to my house, more like mansion, and hopped out of the car. Peter still seemed to be amazed by my house, even though he's been to it about 5,000 times. Well, what can I say. The perks of being a popular politicians daughter. Well, I mean he isn't really my dad, he just adopted me when I was a baby. Long story short, he and Mom were trying to have a baby for about 2 years, and gave up and they settled for adoption. They happened to come across me... WOOP Dee doo.... Well I mean I am a lot more fortunate than other people I know.

We walked around the back and opened the door, leading to our grand dining room and kitchen. I stopped by the kitchen to grab an apple for myself and Peter and then headed upstairs. "Why don't you two go outside or something? Summer is about to end and you might as well enjoy it while it lasts" Mom suggested, looking up from her magazine titled "Chopping vegetables". Ugh, moms can be so stupidly naive sometimes. After consulting with Peter, we decided to go outside. We made our way to our deck, overlooking our extravagant back yard. Peter came and abruptly stopped at the railing of the deck. "We don't we go for a swim?" Peter said lowering his gaze to meet mine. A shiver rushed throughout my body, imagining Peter shirtless... Again. "Peter, it's Thursday. We have homework. You know that" I smirked at him. I already knew the answer, which meant delaying homework and giving a lame excuse the next day. Well, Peter and I didn't really care about our future. I would get into ANY college because almost every college in the US would go head over heels for the publicity of having a Congressman's daughter attending THEIR school.

Peter descended down the deck stairs and walked over to our large pool. He slipped off his shirt, revealing his wonderful abs and flung his shirt on one of the chairs. I followed, and grabbed my bikini that Sandra, our maid, left out for me. "I'll be back" I said, proceeding to make my way to the door, but alas, Peter stopped me before I could make it. I grabbed my waist turned me around to face him. "Honestly, I think that you would look a lot better without clothes on" Peter whispered seductively, lips nipping at my ear. I proceeded to give him a quick peck on the lips to satisfy his needs. He groaned as I got out of his grip and walked inside.

I walked inside and changed, grabbing my box of cigarettes and a lighter. I made it outside and set my cigarettes on the table. I looked around and couldn't find him. "Maybe he's using the bathroom" I whispered aloud and apparently loud enough for him to hear, as he picked me up bridal style and walked over to the pool. I was laughing hysterically as he held me protectively against his chest and Peter jumped in. I made it up to the surface of the water and Peter did as well. God, he's lucky that he didn't jump in the shallow end, or I would've punched him in that pretty little face of his. Peter waded over to me, and picked me up in the water. He stroked his finger along my cheek and kissed me.

Oh, it was a nice kiss too. One of those romantic kisses where you're both wet and hot as hell. We fought for dominance a bit and he won, obviously. He pushed me up against the wall of the pool, earning a groan from me. He swished his tongue around my mouth and explored. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer; hands playing with his hair. He drew small circles along the small of my back, making me shiver. He obviously felt that, because he groaned. I smiled deeply into the kiss and Peter kissed me harder. "Damn Carmen. What did I ever do to deserve you?" Peter said biting his lip as he pulled away. Peter has this deep, seductive voice that was an immediate turn on. "You better stop biting that lip or else I'll want to bite too" I said while playfully trying to pull his lip out. He gave me a smirk and started kissing my neck. I groaned rather loudly, and I could feel him smirk. "Why don't we continue this little session over at my place?" Peter suggested, once again, whispering in my ear and nipping my earlobe. "Duh, of course..." I said giving Peter an eye roll.

A/N Oh. My. Gosh. That was horrible. Ugh. I swear you guys that I can do better. I have a great story line and I promise that the story get a heck of a lot darker with lots of twists and turns.... SPOILERSSS.... Oh gosh I love you all so much and can't wait to update. But sadly, I am not bursting with ideas. The next chapter will probably be an author's note so that way I can tell you guys a little about myself and why I am writing the book!!! Please comment with ANY questions and I promise to answer them ALL!!!!!

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