I wake up the next morning to a tapping on my window. I open it up, only to see of course, my best friend Dallas Michaelson. It was like this every morning. He would come wake me up and wait for me in my room while I get ready, then he'd give me a ride to school. "Did you eat yet?" he asked. "No I just woke up." I said. He rolled his eyes "Well you could've got up earlier and ate!" he tells me. "Shut up." I said. He puts his hands up in a defensive type way. I walk across the hall and into the bathroom. I take my shower, then walk back into my room to see Dallas laid back on my bed watching tv. I walk over to my closet, its a walk-in and I pull out my studded black boots with the wedged block heel, I grabbed my white skinnies, my red bow tube top, and my studded leather jacket. I had a black strapless lace bra, and black with red sparkles, also lace, undies. "That's what you're wearing today?" Dallas asked."Yes, problem?" I shot back. "No but I kinda think you should wear something less revealing." he tells me. "Hm, I don't." with that said I go back across the hall to get dressed. I change into my killer outfit. If they were gonna try hard, I was gonna be sure they couldn't resist. My belly button ring even coordinated with today's outfit. I blow dry my hair, brush it out, and now its natural, nice silk waves, my hair is very volumized. I throw a barret in my hair and walk out, proud of my choice. Dallas looks at me in awe. "You like?" I ask. "You look..." I interrupt "Gorgeous, flawless, beautiful, sexy?" "I was gonna say like a bad girl!" he tells me. "If I dress the part why not be the part?" I explain. "So now you're a bad girl?" he asks. "Good girls are just bad girls that never get caught." I say biting my lip. "Lets go, we don't wanna be late." I say grabbing my bag. I turn around and begin to walk out my door. "Nice back dimples by the way, very visible." he adds. "I know right, never had the chance to show em off! Perfect time!" I say. We head downstairs, my sister wasn't home, I live with her now, mom passed before the end of 8th grade year. Not a lot of restrictions though. We get in Dallas' car, he gives me one more glance, sighs and then pulls out the drive way. We're 5 minutes into the drive, its been silent, up until now. "It wasn't my idea you know." he says. I flash him a confused expression "and what exactly are you referring to?" I ask. "You being the 100th victim." he confesses. "How'd you know I knew?" I question. "I've known you practically my whole life, you think I wouldn't notice the way you changed?" he asks. "Well, I guess. I was mad at first, but I figured it would give me a good opportunity to show a different side of me." I explain. "I like the old you." he says. "well, I don't, so get used to it." I say stepping out the car and into the school parking lot. I hear him laugh as he begins to walk up beside me. "Well, I could get use to the new you." he says . "You're an ass bestfriend!"I say. "And you have a great ass, but you realize you stll aren't as tall as me and you have heels on?" he teases. "I gotta get to class, see you later! meet me for lunch, usual spot!" I say. I walk into class with all eyes on me, a few glares, some whistles, yep, I was loving the attention. Then Jaden, one of the sinful seven, he was really sexy, think if dallas was sexy, and jaden was sexier, that's a lot of sexiness. Jaden couldn't take his eyes off of me through out the whole class. After class im walking down the hall, headed to my locker when these muscular arms wrap around my waist, I automatically think its jaden. To my surprise, it wasn't Jaden. It wasn't anybody from the sinful seven. It was Cole.
