After changing into something for tonight, I still didn't understand why I was going along with this. I honestly wanted to see how it would be being bad for once.
Sam dropped me off while mom was staying late for a extra shift.
I ran my hands through my hair and waited for Braeden, who is 10 minutes late, to show up.
"Hey, Brunette." I heard his voice while he seat beside me. "You look nice."
"Why here? Any other place, but a bar!?!" I say to him. He laughs and orders 4 beers.
"First lesson: Learn How To Drink." He says.
"Oh and if you're looking for me a nickname its Quin." I inform him.
He smiles and waits.
"Pretty nickname, brunette."
The beers came and he seat them in front of me.
I looked at Braeden as if he was stupid.
"Drink them all." He states.
"No. I can't do that!" I yell.
He grabs the drink and puts it in my hand.
"Drink it now or you'll never know how a d*ck would feel in your p****!" He threatened.
F*ck! That was low!
I put the glass up to my mouth and quickly drunk it. My mouth felt like it just tasted a sour head!
I drive the other 3 and felt weird afterwards.
"I'm looking For Bra- Braeden! Braeden Dickson! Or is it Diction?" I say confused.
He only laughs and grabs my shoulder.
"I'm right here, Brunette."
"Greaat." I slur and smile then my head drops on the table as my body fell limbed.
YOU ARE READING
Teaching The GoodGirl Bad
Roman pour Adolescents"Do you want this or not!?!" He yells "I don't know what I want!" I yell. He looks at me and puts his hand on my shoulder. "Stop all the whining and let us do more than just that. Let's go do something bad together." ///// ✖️✖️✖️✖️✖️✖️✖️✖️✖️✖️✖️✖️❌❌...
