The Secret Diaries Of The Bad Boys TEENAGE WHORE

"Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off ..."

-Panic! At the Disco

Let me explain myself this way...

I am not a whore, nor am I a cheater. I am a teenager who was drunk and mistakes happened. I don't like Josh. My intentions were not of hurting Brandon. I'm 17, I'm Jasmin.

My friends call me Jazz because that's all I ever did in elementary and it's a really cute nick name.

The drummer scoffs, "I'm no amateur."

"Uh huh."

"Im a pro drummer." He thinks for a second "...A Prummer...."

The guitarists frowns, "Really?"

I walk into the garage- well, I sneak into the garage in a very stealth manner. I'm not supposed to be here now...or really ever.

I just really need to hear them play, okay?

"Alright fuckers, im starting from the top." I hear a familiar voice say. "You better be ready-"

"Wait! Which song?"

"Dear Maria Count me in-"

"One, two, one two three go-"

"Dammit!! W-wait a second!"

"Really Dan?"

"I thought we were doing Stacys Mom."

"I told you we're not doing that song for the highschool battle of the bands."

"Well my fucking bad!"

"Are you two done nagging each other. You sound like an old couple."

I tip toe from the side of the house to a red car blocking the garage. I'm almost there. All I need to do now is move close enough to catch a small snippet of their song . I lean out from behind the car not noticing the heap of yard junk two inches away from me and do the stupidest thing a human can do.

"Why don't we just do Stacy's Mom? We've been practicing that song for weeks now-"

PTSHHHHCLINGHHTSHHHHH

The drumner turns to find me fallen in the corner, I wave sheepishly.

"You..." Dan says dramatically pointing his drumsticks at me. Cole pauses in what looked like tunning his guitar. His back was facing me so I couldn't see his face, but I heard him swear under his breath.

"Uh... Josh isn't here." I say slowly. The other guitarist sighs.

"What the hell are you doing here Jazz?" Michael the other guitarist says.

My eyes almost instantly glance at Cole (who still hasn't turned around.) I mentally punch my face in the face. "Um...." I stutter.

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Okay, I know this is a really crappy thing to do, but I'm going to update the rest tomorrow and chapter 2. I know this is sloppy, but it's a work in progress and I wanted to update this because I know I said I'd update yesterday. It's just that I have some stuff going on and Google Docs is acting like a bitch so that leaves me with writing chapters out in my journal which take FOREVERRRRRRR to update.

So yeah, I'm sorry. But I'll really try to do better from here on out.

Also it's super late.

With that being said, thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read my story. I really appreciate it, and stay tuned, ;)