Being A Bad Girl

Chapter 8- Sunday

(Jade's POV)
I ate pancakes and planned on taking a walk outside, I mean, riding on my skateboard then took a swim in our swimming pool, pranking our maids, anything I want to do to get out from this boredom.

"Jade, I'm leaving this morning." Dustin said.

I didn't saw him yesterday because I'm busy hanging out with the girls.

"Why so soon?" I whined.

"Oh I know you're going to miss your handsome brother." Dustin said.

"What handsome brother? Where? Where?" I acted looking behind him and at either side of him.

"Aw, come on, just admit it." He said then flexes his arms to make his muscles look bigger.

"Bye brother!" I said then chuckled.

"See you next month sis." Dustin said and he kissed my forehead then he left.

After I finished eating, I dragged my skateboard out.

"I'm going to the park, Maria!" I shouted.

"Okay! Be careful." Maria replied. She's our cook but she's like a guardian to me.

I paddled my right foot to add a little speed on my skateboard and went to the park.

I sat on one of the benches at the park and took out my gum and chewed it.

I was looking at the teenagers skate boarding and others are being lovey dovey until someone blocked the view.

"Good morning, sunshine." Denver winked at me.

Speaking of bad mood.

"What are you doing here?!" I asked annoyingly.

Denver is one of Jasmine's ex-boyfriends, he's a flirt, good-looking but not my type.

"I just wanted to see my princess." He said dramatically.

"Where did she go? Oh, so sad, did she left you? She made a great choice." I retorted.

"No, actually, she's right in front of me."

"You know, you're like a toilet bowl, you're full of shit." I remarked.

"Ouch, you hurt me princess." He acted hurt, touching his chest like I smacked him.

"Bullseye." I said then snickered.

"Now, I've changed my mind, I don't like you anymore, you broke my heart." Denver said dramatically.

"Wait, you have a heart? When?"

"Okay fine! Say what you want to say, bitch." He glared at me.

And that's where I lost my temper.

"Do you even know who I am?!" I yelled.

Actually, almost everyone knows I'm kind of a-gang-leader-when-I'm-angry-but-I'm-not-in-a-gang person.

"Yes, you're the bitchy bitchy spider." He sang the 'spider' kind of song.

I stood up, kicked his balls, flicked his hand, he groaned in pain, I spun him around and kicked his butt.

"Bitch." He groaned.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" I yelled at him.

"Nothing, nothing." He whimpered.

Me and my girls are like that, I mean much worse when we're really angry like above the red line. I remembered the time when Zyckie's neighbor lived teenaged bad boys and started messing with Zyckie, Zyckie called us immediately and we arrived at their house, when we saw Zyckie, she is already facing the 'bad boys'. We're 17 that time.