Bad Girl Bad Girl

2.

Squad dressed all vintage^ :D  (tbh it makes me like think this was their grandmothers when they were young and best friends. Fate!)

Far left -Marice
Left - Cherie
Right -Laney
Far Right -Lana
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We pulled up to Laney and Jackson's place at around 8. I opened the car door hurriedly and rushed inside, using the spare key. I heard their boisterous laughing as they entered and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

One thing you should know about me. I'm all about the night life. But when it comes to my naps and chill time? Don't mess with me.

I jogged up the stairs to the master bedroom and stripped as I made my way to the bathroom. Unclipping my bra and slipping my underwear over my thighs, I paused and glanced at my reflection. Bleached strands of my hair were sticking  up in several places and my black eyeliner was smudged underneath my eyes. A red streak of lipstick ran from the corner of my mouth and I curled my lip in disgust as I noticed the reddish bruises on my neck and breasts. Turning away from my reflection, I turned the shower on and waited for it to steam.

Stepping into the scalding water, I let out a relieved sigh, leaning my throbbing head against the cool tile as the steam rose from my toes and laced around my body and over my head. I shifted my weight slowly and let the water soak into my hair and run down my cheeks, I imagined them as the tears that were forbidden to trace that same path now.

I let the tense muscles in my back soak up the heat from the massaging stream for a moment longer before I turned and scrubbed my face clean, knowing that everyone else would want hot water also. After scrubbing my scalp and lathering my hair in Laney's coconut scented conditioner, I shut the water off and ripped the screen back, glancing around at the steam filled room.

I snatched my towel and wrapped it tightly around my body as I rushed out of the bathroom and down the hall into Laney and Jackson's guest room.

The two had been living together since our junior year when they had a pregnancy scare and Laney's mother kicked her out. Jackson's family wouldn't allow the girl to stay with them so they both got jobs and moved into this place. Unfortunately 8 weeks into the pregnancy the baby miscarried.

They seemed to get even closer because of it, instead of breaking up and moving back in with their families. we crashed here from time to time but we all had our respectable homes with respectable parents.

Well. Everyone else that is.

My household was only filled with three people. Well, two and a half of you actually think about my soulless, drunken step father.

I swore from the day I turned thirteen that I would ditch those assholes. But I couldn't leave until I was 18, no matter how many times Laney and Jackson tried to convince me to leave and stay with them.

I couldn't. No matter how blind my mother was to Johnny's assholishness, I wanted to save her. And I tried.

Every damn day.

But, my 18th was only a week away. She wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

I was already putting some of my shit in the guest room so as I ran in, the cold air biting at my reddened skin, I slammed open a few drawers until I found a suitable soft tee and equally soft shorts. Leaving a bra and underwear for later.

Leaving my hair dripping wet, i ring it out roughly and let it rest over my shoulder. I accidentally glance into the guest room vanity and cringed at the dark circles under my eyes, causing the green irises to stand out in a sickly manner. My gaze regretfully glanced at the reddened bruises left by the junior boy's hungry lips, peeking out from the collar of my tee and my hand rubs at them self consciously.

Shaking my head and glaring at my reflection, I trotted down stairs and took a head count like I always do.

Cherie,
Kitchen table, large bowl of cereal and still in party clothes.

Marice,
Couch, sleeping. Also in party clothes.

Brian,
Recliner, news on tv. Where I am a day napper and recluse, Brian was a politician and nerd.

I gave a small smile at the male and connected the slapping sounds of a running shower and the missing bodies of my best friend and company. Sighing and trudging the rest of the way down stairs, my eyes meet with Cherie's and she offers a goofy smile.

"Nap time?" She chuckles, shoving another spoonful of cereal into her mouth, her blue eyes study my frame for a moment and she smiles when I nod, letting a huge yawn break loose.

"Yeah. I need some shut eye. Wake me up when the sun goes down alright?" I wink and walk to Brian's recliner, ruffling his hair when I reach him. He looks up at me and throws a not so intimidating glare before turning back to his news channel. I chuckle and tiptoe to Marice's sleeping form, looking at the relaxed expression her face has taken in her slumber.

Too bad.

I shove her unceremoniously off of the couch and her body hits the ground with a loud thud, a gasp follows and I see her brunette waves fly as she jumps up.

"LaLa you bitch!" She screeches and I toss my body onto the place she was a moment before, the heat from her sleeping body still lingered and I snuggled into the couch happily.

"Sorry babe. I need a nap and you need a shower. All of you." I give Brian a pointed look and he snatches the remote, turning up the volume in response. A clatter in the kitchen sounds and I see Cherie trotting up the stairs.

"I'm going to go kick those two love birds out before they use all the hot water!" She calls and I roll away from Marice's glaring form, nuzzling my cheek into the couch cushion.

"Fuck off Marice. I'm tired." I growl and I hear her steps move slowly away from me. I look to Brian and I decide to give him the responsibility for tonight's plans.

"Bri." I mutter, receiving no response whatsoever.

"Brian." I growl. And his gaze snaps to mine in annoyance.

"What princess." He glanced between me and the tv and I sit up partially.

"Figure out something to do tonight. Something big. Check with Jackson and tell Laney to wake me up when they start getting ready." He nods and relaxes into the recliner again. I return to my snuggle position and it only takes moments for me to drift off into dreamland.