The Player and The Bad Girl(On Hold)

7~The Bad Girl

Chapter 7:I'm Back, Bitches

"I'm back, bitches,"I yelled as I walked through the door of my classroom for my third to last period of the day.

Cameron told me that if I didn't start coming to school again he would stop paying for my fake grades.

I shouldn't care. I wouldn't if I hadn't hung out with Ashton all of last week. He made me realize that I should change my path; I should start going to school, and getting good grades, and go to college.

All attention snapped away from Mr.Carls and to me as I told some kid to scram and then proceed to sit in his chair right when he fell out of it in fear. I might want to get good grades and go to college but that doesn't mean I was going to be nice to everyone.

"Ms.Reed, where have you been the past week?" Mr.Carls asked angrily.

You know, the usual. Fighting Jake's brothers, celebrating my daughter's birthday, watching my boss die, and finding out that one of my best friends is in love with my other best friend who is on a relationship. Things that a normal 18-year-old does.

"Well, Mr.Carls,"I drawled, "I've been hanging out with Barack Obama. We're just the best of friends. We had a grand time in the White House last week. I would've invited you, but I didn't want to spend my weekend with an old fart like you."

I smirked as Mr.Carls turned red.
I don't know if it was from anger or embarrassment-probably both. Mr.Carls is my 67-year-old science teacher who likes to wear khaki pants, a plaid sweater-vest, and a bow-tie to work. Everyday.

"I will call the principal, who will call your father,"Mr.Carls said as I interrupted his lesson for the seventh time by blasting a song that I know he hates; Roar by Katy Perry.

"Whateves,"I replied, giving him the one finger salute.

Cassidy-who was in my science class too- mouthed, STOP!

She knew that if Cameron found out that I was disrupting class he would be mad at me and stop paying for my grades. She also knew that I wanted to get better grades and go to college. Of course, I knew stuff; I was pretty smart, but until I could sort out what I really needed to learn, I needed Cameron to pay for my grades.

However, I didn't stop; the only way to earn respect at my school-other than being popular- was to have a reputation like mine. Respect is something that I wanted very much. I have heard of the rule, Treat people how you want to be treated, but for me it was hard to show respect after being betrayed by so many people in my life who were important to me.

Mr.Carls turned back to the board when I shut off the music but whipped back around angrily when I started yelling out random things like, "Santa Claus," and "Pizza," and "I hate science," and "Boo, Donald Trump."

Soon the rest of the class joined in. Now we were loud enough that teachers from the other side of school came bursting through our door telling us to shut up.

Mr.Carls glared at me as I smirked. "Ms.Reed, you have detention after school. If you keep interrupting I will call your father."

I quieted down but my chanting was still audible to the rest of the class.

The bell rang shortly after and I dashed out of my science class. I couldn't be happier to get out of that wretched class.