Good Girl Gone Bad ✔️

4

"Put it on!"

"No! I'm not going to be caught dead wearing that!"

"Well you are going to be dead if you don't wear it!" Gigi scolded.

I groaned in frustration. "Fine."

Gigi squealed. "So, how do you feel about returning back to your old school?"

I grinned. "Better than ever."

I wore a plain, black tank top, paired it with white shorts, and wore white converse.

My hair was down and wavy while Gigi did my makeup. She went for that natural look and I loved it.

When I came out of my outfit, her eyes widened. "Girl!"

I laughed and looked at her outfit. Gigi was wearing something a bit different.

Her white crop top showed her belly button, her black tights showed her curves off and her black boots went perfectly together. Her hair was up and her makeup was exactly like mine.

She giggled. "Let's go, Em."

~ 

When Gi and I got out of our car, everyone outside stared at us. We ignored the jealous girls and grinned at the guys who wolf whistled.

Gigi was walking by my side and we focused in front of us.

We walked the front desk and asked for our schedules. I remembered that lady. Her name was Mrs. Colton.

"Welcome back, Miss Tyson. You still look beautiful as always," she said.

I smiled and nodded my head. Gigi was right behind me.

We turned a corner and was greeted with a huge hallway with tons of people. I looked to my right and saw my old locker.

I looked at my schedule and my locker number was 42. It was the same one!

"I'm locker 44." Gigi and I looked at each other and sighed with relief.

We nodded and walked into the hallway. We didn't have to get pushed around because as we walked straight forward, everyone stared and made way for us.

As I walked, Gigi stopped next to a guy who looked interested in her. She looked at me and I gave her an okay look. I turned back around to walk.

Only a chest blocked my way. I looked up and saw a guy that seemed familiar. Oh what do you know? Chris. The one who always bumps into me.

I noticed that Josh was watching from the crowd.

I cleaned my throat. "Excuse me? Can I help you?"

Chris smirked. "Yes, you can. Lots of reasons actually. Wanna come with me and we could get to know each other better?"

I looked at him with disgust. "I'm not interested."

I heard a few gasps and whispers. Chris didn't move. He froze then smirked. "You sure?"

I smiled smugly and walked to my locker. "Wow. A nerd used to have that locker. She was such a pain."

I clenched my fists, but held back. "Oh? And where is she now?" I asked, trying to stay calm.

Chris shrugged. "Don't know, don't care. She's probably dead."

Some of the girls tried to not crack up, but failed miserably. A few of the guys did too.

I turned around and grabbed his collar. I pulled him towards me. "Don't ever talk that way about Emilia Tyson again. If you do, you'll definitely be dreaming more often," I threatened.

I let go of his collar. It was obvious that he was shocked. I guess I embarrassed him. People were whispering like crazy and their eyes warned me as if I was in for trouble.

"How do you know her?" Chris asked. 

I laughed. I turned around towards my locker. "I'm a close friend. This locker is my property now."

He walked up to me. "And you are?" he asked, still shocked.

I smiled. I slammed a sticky note on my locker. Hard. "Find out yourself."

I walked away from my locker. Chris read it and turned to me. His eyes widened and a few people who saw the note gasped.

Josh stared in surprise. He then smirked and disappeared behind the crowd.

I smiled warmly. "I'm back, bitches."