Fading Fast

Chapter 1

After that childish outburst of the school Queen Bee, I got a lot of stares because of my comeback,but me being me decided to ignore it.

As I was walking,I had this amazing idea for a new hairstyle.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not like those type of girls, who loves hair styles and nail polish and lipstick - hell-to-the-fucking-No.

I just like my bad girl highlights, colour, and style.

As I round the corner for my class, I bumped into someone hard making an oof sound.

He backed making me fall flat on my ass. And let me tell ya, it hurt like a motherfu-

"Watch where you going you stupid bitch," said a deep dark voice.
But this voice is one that I knew. The one I hate the most.

Vaughn Anderson. The schools bad boy.

Now, you might be wondering how I know him even though I just started here so let me tell you.

It was two days before the school started. I was just getting out of my car when someone decided that it would be a nice day to piss me off.

That person was Vaughn.

The bastard had the nerve to come up to me and slap my ass as if we knew each other. Then he pushed me up against the car and tried to eat my face off. Not literally though.

Luckily I knew fighting so I got him off of me in the nic of time. And you know what he did. He smirked. Yes. Smirked.

The thing I hate the most about boys when they think they got you right where they want you. Its so sickening that I felt my stomach churn.

One because of what he did and the other? Still a mystery but I knew it was a bad feeling that I felt.

Anyways, the thing I did ext was what made him hate me. I kneed him. In the balls.

Funny thing is, is that when he cried out in agony, it actually sounded like a girls scream. Like his voice went hiighh I tell you.

Funniest shit ever.

And since that day, whenever I see him. He always give me a glare and in return, I smirk or smile or even laugh because of the memory, but I never speak of it because I'm not that type of person.

What can I say, its funny as hell.

Anyways, back to reality. I looked up at the asshole smirking.

All he did was glare and grunt in realisation of who I am. Now that made me bark out laughter. Which also made him even more pissed off than he already was.

The reason he could do that was because maybe the thought I would tell on him
If it were anybody else, I'd do it. But only if they did something horrible.

But not, what Vaughn did was just plain old typical boy moves. Forcing yourself on someone. That I can handle.

So when I stopped laughing and gave him a genuine smile, he was shocked. And what I said next, to say he was even more shocked would be an understatement.

"I won't tell what happened that other day, if that's what you thinking cause I mean comm'on, I ain't that mean. Let's just forget about it ohk. Now, I gotta go but I'll see you around and try not to jump me again if you would. Bye Anderson."

I got up and walked off. Not to class though. But to my car to get my hair done.

As I drove I played Gives you hell- by All American Rejects.

To say I loved that song would be the wrong way to say it.

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell

When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell

Now where's your picket fence love
And where's that shiny car
And did it ever get you far

You never seemed so tense love
I've never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are

And truth be told I miss you

And truth be told I'm lying

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell

When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell

If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell

Hope it gives you hell

At the last lyric I put if off and parked my car in the parking by the salon.

As I walked in greeted everyone like the polite innocent girl I am. Note the heavy sarcasm.

Anyways. I went up to the woman and told what I wanted.

When she was done with my hair, I looked in the mirror and smiled. My hair was black and red all the way from top to bottom but when you get at my tips, its only dark red and curls into a beautiful style.

I loved it. I payed the woman and walked out to my baby.

Seems the bad girl look just became more easy to develop.

Just as the saying goes " patience is a virtue".

Anyways, when I got inside my beautiful car, I rocked with the song called "Problems by Natalia Kills". Best song ever.

When the best part came on a sang or more like shouted with it.

I'm your dream girl
This is real love
But you know what they say about me...

That girl is a problem
Girl is a problem
Girl is a problem problem

Oh Baby
You so bad boy
Drive me mad boy
But you don't care what they say about me...

That girl is a problem
Girl is a problem
Girl is a problem problem

I got your name
Hanging from my chain...
Don't you wanna claim
My body like a vandal?
You got the cure
Underneath your shirt...
Don't you wanna save this
Dirty little damsel?
Got my mink coat falling on the
Motel floor... you're on the bed
Wolf whistling louder louder
Your lips smudging all my
Make up... kicking both my heels off
Come and pin me down

Heared some wolf whistles from boys and shouts of cheers as I sang. I'm not stuck up but I can sing. Like the best.

Anyways. Seems like tomorrow I'll be doing off my new style.

Get ready. Your bad girl is going Real Bad.