Janie looked in the mirror and smiled as she spun and studied her accented curves. Halloween had finally arrived, and this year she was going as Barbie. Bits of her lacy black bra peeked out from behind her skin tight, hot pink leather shirt which also showed a ring of skin around her hips, and her black miniskirt had Barbie written in gems across her backside. Fisnet tights, knee high boots and a three quarter sleeve shiny black leather jacket completed her risque outfit.
"Janie! Hurry up, or you are gonna be late!"
Janie rolled her eyes at the sound of her mother's voice traveling up the hallway and then checked her heavy makeup again before meandering downstairs and into the kitchen. Her mother was holding a mug of steaming hot cocoa, which crashed to the floor when Janie entered the room.
"Janie!" Her mother gasped. "What, in God's name, are you wearing?" Janie rolled her eyes and popped her hip.
"My costume, mom."
The anger that had been set in her mother's eyes faded to a sad regret as she hung her head and began to clean up the mess on the floor. Janie smirked, and then walked out the front door just as Braden, her dropout boyfriend, screeched to a stop at her sidewalk. His huge, flaming bike was a perfect match for his towering physique and arrogant aura, and he grinned as he studied his girl.
"Ya look sexy, baby."
Janie tossed her hair over her shoulder with a smile, and then swung her leg onto his motorcycle. Braden revved the abnoxious engine before squealing out onto the road. Janie smiled as she let the wind comb through her long, dark blonde hair, and when they pulled up the the school, Janie gracefully swung off onto the ground and kissed Braden goodbye. Every head turned when Janie sauntered into school, and Janie could feel the eyes of every boy tracing her accented curves. A muscled boy stepped out of the crowd and into her path, and Janie looked up into his eyes.
"Hello, Michael."
Michael grinned and reaching out and touching Janie's waist. Janie smiled mischeviously before taking a step back and tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"Now, Now, Michael. Braden could be watching."
A look of fear registered in Michael's eyes, and his hand fell dejectedly back to his side. Janie winked at him, and then turned to see Chloe and Rosie, the other two members of her clique, coming down the hallway. Chloe had a low cut, short black dress on, with deep red lips, dark makeup, and blood red contacts accenting her vampire costume. Rosie had on a revealing, deep green tutu, black ballet slippers, and black lace gloves. A crown of leaves was woven through her curly brown hair, and her makeup made her green eyes absolutely stunning. Janie felt a twinge of jealousy at Rosie's piercing eyes, but that quickly faded when she noticed Rosie had been gaining weight.
"Gained a few pounds, have we?" Janie whispered in Rosie's ear.
Rosie flinched, and Janie smirked when she sucked in her stomach. Chloe rolled her eyes, and Janie saw the small hint of fake eye lashes at the rims of her eyes. Janie smiled maliciously, enjoying the feeling of perfection compared to these two.
"Braden's gone, sweetheart. You're mine now."
Michael smiled and smashed his lips against Janie's, and although she didn't particularly like kissing him, she moved her lips across his. Michael quietly moaned when she slipped her tongue in his mouth, and Janie was lifted and slammed against the lockers.
"Michael! Put that girl down! Right. Now."
Janie put her feet down to the floor, and Michael shot the teacher a wicked look before releasing Janie's waist. Janie straightened her clothes as she walked into her homeroom class, her two "friends" close behind. As soon as she walked through the doors, there was an immediate silence, which broke when the students realized she wasn't the teacher. Janie sauntered back to her seat, "accidentally" dropping one of her books about halfway up so when she bent over to get them, giving half the guys a clear shot of her cleavage and the other a long glance at her black lace panties. Janie smirked when she heard the frustrated sighs from every girl in the room, but her smirk was lost when she saw one guy scrunch his nose at her show.
"Janie, take your seat, and stop behaving like a prostitute." The teacher said as she entered the room.
The boy who had scrunched his nose silently laughed at this, and Janie felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She plopped down in her seat with a huff, and looked at the by next to her.
"What is so funny?" she whispered angrily.
"Someone finally figured out what you really are." He said with a gesture to the teacher.
Janie's mouth dropped, and he smirked.
"I am not a prostitute." Janie hissed.
"You keep telling yourself that, Janie. Maybe you'll even believe it someday."
Janie flicked her hair back over her shoulder and crossed her arms. She would just have to change his opinion on her. Janie smirked as she looked back at him. He wouldn't last two days of flirtation from her. Just as the teacher started calling attendance, Janie watched him pull out a sketch book and turn to a page in the back. A scary image of a man with shining black eyes stared back at her, and she jumped, earning a snicker from the boy.
"Scared of ghosts, Janie Preston?"
Janie rolled her eyes and regained her composure, but something about the picture sent chills down her spine.
"Luke Bronson?"
The boy raised his head and answered, and Janie smiled.
You're in for quite the ride, Luke Bronson.
