Teaching The GoodGirl Bad

Chapter 5: You try to talk to me...

Monday

At school, I went halfway through the without seeing Braedon. I didn't feel like talking to him. I didn't feel like talking to no one.

"Quiana." Braedon walks up to me and causing many to stare at us.

"No, Braedon. I'm really not feeling like talking to you." I say and was about to walk away but he grabs my arm and kisses me.

I heard gasp from students who were watching.
"Stop, Braedon." I say and push him away.

"Quiana, what's wrong with you? What did I do to make you turn against me." He asks.

"You taught me. Bad things." I say and walk quickly into my next class.

"So I heard you and Braedon kissed." Licey (gossip) says.

"So?" I ask.
"Just wondering. I should let you know that he broke up with his girlfriend for you, Quiana. For you! A GoodGirl!" She started getting loud.

"What's your problem?" I ask getting angry.
"He was my boyfriend!" she yells and jumps on me. We started to fight bad cuss each other out.

"You bitch! Stole my love and my best friend!" She yells punching me in the jaw.

"You're the bitch!" I yell and continued to punch her.

"GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS!! Knock it off now!" The teacher yells and separates us.

"She started it! That gossip bitch!" I yell and push away from my teachers grip.

I was bleeding and I couldn't see anything with all the tears that was coming down my face.

What is happening to me!?!

"Did the GoodGirl just cuss?"

"She beat Salans ass!"

"Did she really just cuss in front of a teacher."

"GoodGirl gone bad!"

I heard they say.
The principal finally arrived and told us both we were suspended.

The school bell rung right after he said that and he lead us to his office.

"Quiana?" Braedon ask.
I turn to look at him and I wanted to cry so bad.
Why does it feel like I miss him so much!?!

"What happened to you?"
I sigh and look at him. "I just got suspended. No big deal." I walk inside the principals office and seat.

I waited for my mom and she started cussing at me about making good choices and no fighting.

I ignored the whole way back to the house and ran to my room. I locked the door and changed into more comfortable clothes.

I've changed myself. He has changed me. I... I don't know how to feel about him. I guess I love him. I do love him. I miss him. I want him back. He taught me bad things. I love being bad. It's fun. I want him. I need him.