Nympho

Pretty Girl Rock

I woke up to a splitting headache and a scrawny arm slung around my waist. I groaned as I pushed it off of me and sat up, noticing I was naked and trying to remember the events of the night before.

I glanced at the brunette guy next to me. It was that nerdy junior in my science class. I had been thinking about it for a while, but I guess I had finally slept with him. This was the first time I had seen him without glasses. Well, besides last night but it's not like I remember much. He looked less innocent but more...vulnerable, somehow. It kinda turned me on.

As I got out of the bed, I saw myself in the mirror. Damn, when don't I look freaking beautiful? I sighed as I realized I'd have to leave without an explanation if I wanted to avoid an awkward confrontation. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was already noon. My eyes widened as I hurriedly threw my clothes on and sprinted out the door.
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I opened the red door slowly, trying to slip in my house soundlessly. "Where the heck have you been, Vanessa?"

I puffed out a breath as I realized I had been caught. "I stayed over at Bea's house last night and I just kinda lost track of time," I stated hoping she'd actually believe it.

"Oh, we both know that's bull so cut the act. You've already missed two sessions with Dr. Mason and you can't miss another. I'm going to have to reschedule for tomorrow, after school. This is absolutely unacceptable. You do understand that, don't you?" My mother said this giving me a concerned look. She was always giving me that look, like I was some delinquent that might lash out at any moment.

"Yes, I do, Mother," I reply, rolling my eyes, "I'm not an idiot. I just completely forgot about that appointment and I woke up late, that's all, okay?"

"You were with a boy, weren't you?" She gives an exasperated sigh, "You are absolutely incorrigible, Vanessa! We wouldn't have this whole 'just getting home at noon' problem if you would just go to your appointments so the therapist can-"

"Can what? Fix me? You said so yourself; I'm incorrigible. Means unfixable in case you didn't know, but there's nothing to fix. This is the way I am, Mother, so you're just gonna have to deal. Besides, I don't embarrass you in public. I act like freaking Miss America in front of your friends!"

She huffs, checking her watch. "I have a lunch with the girls that are helping with the charity ball. This conversation will have to wait to be continued," she says, standing up and giving me a serious expression, "Understood?"

I smirk because we both know it won't be resumed. It's what she always does when she knows I've won. "Yup, understood," I say, winking. She rolls her eyes and sighs as she turns and heads for the door to the garage, her heels clacking on the granite tiles. Man, I love being me.

So this was kinda a test run. If u wouldn't mind telling me what you think I would appreciate it so I know if I should continue. I know it's not really interesting but it's my first chappie soooo...