Bad Girl Gone Good? *Rucas*

Chapter 4

The next morning i woke up with tear stains on my face and my makeup smeared! This is just great! I ran out of makeup remover! This is just great.(Note the sarcasm) i get out of my bed and walk out of my room heading to my dads room. I knock on the door and hear a faint 'come in'.  

I walk into the room looking around to only find my father tying his tie and Stephany still sleeping. "Um....I was wondering if i could use some of Stephany's makeup remover! I ran out of mine last night and i dont have time to go to the store..." I say biting my lip and messing with my chipped nails in a nervous habit. 

"Yeah sure honey....um im not sure where they are but they should be in the bathroom!" He says smiling at me sadly. I nod my head in understanding as i walk into their bathroom instantly spotting the makeup remover. 

I grab a wash clothe from under the sink and poor some of the makeup remover and i start to take off the makeup. Once my makeup is all off i go back to my room going to my closet looking for something to wear. After a few minuets i decided to wear my black sweatpants with a grey sweater that says PINK in the back. I through my hair up in a messy bun, brush my teeth and then grab my black bag and car keys walking out of the house without saying a word to anyone. 

Once i get to school i park my car in my normal spot quickly grabbing my stuff and getting out locking my car door. I get to my locker putting in my combo opening it and getting my stuff. Before i could get all my stuff someone closed my locker for me. I turn to see who it was pissed off because i could have loosed my finger or five! 

"What the hell?!" I exclaim looking at who it was. Charlie Gardener. The schools captain of the football team. He thinks he is all that just because girls fall at his feet wanting him to just look at them! 

"Hey cutie!" He says looking me up and down while biting his lip. I roll my eyes turning around and starting to walk away. Before i know it i was against the lockers and he was holding me there by my wrists. "No one walks away from Charlie!" he whispers so only i can hear it. 

"Oh please! You may have girls falling at your feet all the time! But i am not one of those girls and i never will be! You are just some guy that isn't even attractive and is a dick!" I spit in his face. I can see the anger rising. 

"You little bitch!" He exclaims angerly. He tightened his grip on my wrists making me wince in pain.  "You will fall to my feet! And you will tell me i am attractive every fucking day only because you lied to me! And i am not a dick! You are just a little skank ass bitch!" He says spitting back in my face. 

Before i can say anything someone grabbed Charlie by the shirt, pulling him away form me. I couldn't quit see who it was until they pinned Charlie against the lockers. It was the one and only Lucas Frair. Why the hell would he protect me?! 

"You will never and i mean NEVER call Riley a skank or a bitch ever again! You will never call any girl that! You got me?" He asks in a deep voice. 

"What are you going to do about it huh?!" Charlie asks. I roll my eyes at how stupid he was being. I mean come on! Lucas could totally take Charlie down! I mean he has the body and the musicals for it! Wait what am i fucking saying?!

"I will beat you until you are black and blue! I will put you into a fucking hospital!" He growls! I am not going to lie! It was HOT! 

What the hell is wrong with me?! Be like Maya! I reminded myself before i got to carried away. I pick my bag up again walking to my dads classroom. My wrists still hurt i could feel them throbbing. I pull my sleeves down making sure no one could see my wrists. 

"Look who it is! Riley super slut!" Missy Bitchford said laughing along with her crew. I roll my eyes not wanting to deal with her today. 

"Shut up Missy! Your just talking about yourself!" I say glaring at her. She looks at me with wide eyes! "Oops im sorry! Was i not suppose to say your little secret? How rude of me! Well i guess now every one knows!" I say with a fake sad smile.