Bad Boy, Ballerina & Secrets

Chapter 1

I used to believe that the dumbest people on Earth where intermediate kids, mostly because of their 'awkwardness' and 'try hard'-ness.

But sitting in my senior literature class, I couldn't help but realize, the dumbest people on this planet, are actually Teenagers.

Highschoolers.

"I was so drunk I started stripping and TREVOR MYERS completely grabbed my ass!" the blonde looked astonished, as well as her fake ass posse who actually all dyed their hair blonde to match her.

Carrie flipped her hair laughing and smirked as the tall fit dirty blonde walked in.

Trevor looked at her as she grinned and he shook it off heading to the back with his guys.

Carrie turned around looking to Trevor, and I had the slightest feeling she was totally going to embarrass herself.

You see, if she's so drunk that she stripped, shed never have remembered that.

Unless she wasn't that drunk and is using alcohol as her cover for being a complete slut at this so called 'dope' party.

"Trevor, like what you grabbed last night?" She asked him as he was mid sentence with his friend.

He looked to her confused, "what? Sorry princess, I don't remember anything from last night."

So this guy, he was really wasted.

"You don't remember my ass?" She asked pushing her butt out .... well what ever that small bump in its place is.

He cocked an eyebrow, "I guess you liked the touch"

I stifled a laugh as he put her in place....this should be interesting.

"I was drunk, you where the one to grab it" she said popping her gum.

I leaned back in my chair tapping her shoulder.

She looked me over in disgust, "what?"

Cocking an eyebrow, I looked to the group of boys in the back, talking low enough for her to hear.

"Carrie you do know if you really were that drunk, you wouldn't have remembered that....don't you?" I asked her looking up at her biting my lip.

She scoffed, "what would you know about drinking alcohol? your just a freak. You probably drink blood."

I watched as her little posse and the guys in the back laughed, "true, but even I know not to use that as an excuse for being myself, or for you a 'dirt low slut'."

Her eyes narrowed as people chuckled in their seats.

The bad boys sitting in the back stood as the bell rang and huddled around my desk.

All four of them grinned down at me, their 'leader' out of sight. He's probably high af.

"So little freak, you got a back bone don't you?" the blonde, Trevor, asked me with a cocked eyebrow, "sure." I said looking to Colton who stood by the side of my desk not letting me out.

Annoyed, I scowled, "can you move?" he grinned licking his lips.

"You know, we'd like you to join us tonight, were having a huge party and I'm sure it could use a little monster like yourself." I nodded "sure whatever."

They laughed and tossed down a red envelope before heading out the classroom.

Dumbasses.

I honestly don't understand teens.

There's one thing I know for sure and that's that I am NOT going to Trevor, Colton, Vince, Diavolo, and Michaels party.

Bad boys are nothing but Bad news.