10 Steps to being a Baddie

1. At least I have his spotify password

How to become a baddie

1. Change sense of style

2. change your hair

3. have eyebrows on fleek

4. have a bomb ass feed

5. get toned

6. gain insta followers

7. market

8. set trends

9. have confidence

10. be yonce (ok that wasn't actually a step but it is very useful in life)

    Now why do I want to be a baddie, an intellectual might ask? Well, probably because I want that good-for-nothing piece of shit Payton to shove a dildo up his ass for cheating on me, with my then best friend Madison, and I didn't even know until high school graduation.

Unfortunately, Payton, Madison and I are going to be attending the same college.

But no worries, in a couple of months, Payton will be wanting this ass because I will finally do something I have been dying to do, become a baddie.

According to urban dictionary, a baddie is a person who is instagram famous for being a baddie. Famous for being beautiful, spreading trends, having on point brows, and an unspoken confidence. And that is who I want to become.

As I slip into my bomb-ass pair of an oversized tshirt and nike pros, I hear some somo starting to play. Did that fuckboy think he can fuck some other girl right now?!

I was supposed to share an apartment with Madison but under present circumstances, I now have to room with Michael Hills, the perfect match for a bad boy who toys with girls. But unfortunately, he has abs and a jawline so sharp, it could cut all of them fake bitches. I also had an eensy-weensy teeny-weeny crush on him a while back but I don't think anything will happen.

Maybe he is just jacking himself off, but there is one way to find out.

I do my very best James Bond impression and hide behind a wall.

"I hope you don't mind but I like to listen to somo, it really gets me in the mood." Michael says to a petite blonde who looks like the good-girl type. Her name is either Arabella or Tessa. They both continue to shamelessly flirt with one another, causing me to almost barf.

"Hey Tessa, can you hand me that remote?"

Damn I'm good. When the coast is clear, I get the remote from them to secure my plan.

Anyways, when I first met him, he gave me the "sock on the drawer talk" and is by far the cockiest fuckboy I have ever met. After that, he started eating my precious food that I bought with my own money, specifically my Ben and Jerry's icecream. So, if he messes with the things I love, I mess with his, sex.

I still am casted on the tv where the music is playing and I know exactly what to do. I typed the song that I needed to play and pressed play.

"Hump me, Fuck me, Daddy better make me choke." The lyrics to Cupcakes "Deepthroat" started to play causing me to sound like a dying hyaena.   

"Lick lick lick lick. I want to eat your dick but I can't fuck up my nails. So I pick it up with chopsticks"

"Um Michael? I-uh think I should be leaving now. I think you misjudged me because I am not that type of girl."

"Mouth wide open. Mouth wide open. Mouth wide open as if I were a dentist."

Yeah sure, like you weren't gonna bounce on his dick like a trampoline.

"Yeah ok, I have to take care of a little rat anyways. Have a good night, I'll call you later?" Michael asks.

Did that boy refer to me as a little rat? Oh hell no.

"Ballerina that dick while I spin"

"Um- I don't think so. " she quickly hurries out the door leaving Michael speechless.  Oh shit better hide.

"REVAE I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Michael shouts at me. He stomps to my door and opens it finding me asleep with headphones in. But the catch is, no music is playing.

"I guess she is sleeping, that means I can go eat all of the tim tams"

"Boi you ain't messin with them choclately goodness!!" I quickly say to him.

"Why did you mess with my music?!" He angrily shouts at me.

"Well you ate my Ben and Jerry's sooo.."

"That's because I had to have icecream from that punch you gave me! What are you? Like a mini version of a Muhammad Ali?" He says while I do that whole surrender thing with my hands in the air. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, he scared the crap out of me and hid in my closet so I punched him.

As he was saying that, he slowly walked towards me, making me bump into the wall. Ugh stupid wall.

"Why did you do that," he says in a breathily voice. "Were you jealous?"

"Are you ok, do you have something stuck in your throat or?" I ask him. If he uses that dying man voice to attract girls, how come my mating call doesn't attract guys?

"Wait what? You don't think that voice was sexy or anything? Are you even attracted to guys?" He asks, stifled by my comment. I honestly think he was born thinking he was god. 

"That voice is definitely NOT attractive and I am attracted to guys. Just not the ones who are a pompous ass and thinks all the girls in the world wants to get in his pants."

Michael is definitely taken aback by this whole thing and is just stands there in shock.

"Have I lost my game? Rejected by two girls, in one night?"

"Ok, let's go to bed, night night Mikey," I say and push him towards his room.

I finally close the door so I can get back to relaxing and watching netflix.

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An: this is my first story that I am actually serious about. I really hope you like this. Kinda drawing a blank on how the characters should look but more will be introduced. Any thoughts?