The Bad Girl's a Virgin✓

"What the F*ck just Happened?''

Short Chapter

I woke up with a bandage around my head and fresh clothes on me. My make up had been wiped out, and I had been ragged down. I tried sitting up, raising my hand to my head, it throbbed and I winced at the pain I felt. I fell onto my back softly and sighed, I closed my eyes and remebred. .everything. The ride, his eyes, the dinner, the dance, the stroll and finally the realization that it was all just a trick.

What the fuck just happened?

A single tear fell out of my right eye then my left, then I cried, lying down the tears flowed and pooled around my cheeks on the bed. I felt like and ass, a real stupidass, I can't believe that I fell for his charm. But the real issue was how did I get home? Or at least I think it is. Deep in thought I didn't recognized Zada walking in. She padded over to me, sat on the bed and rested my arms on my shoulder snapping me out of it.

"Zana? You okay?" she asks softly.

I snifled and kept staring at the walls.

"I'm so sorry. That Jackson is and ass. He doesn't deserve that."

She gave my butt a tap and squeezed it which made me smile, she always knew how to cheer me up. I sighed again this time turning to her.

"Thanks Zada," I say.

"No problem," she answers.

She got up to live the room but then I stopped her.

"How did I get here?" I ask turning to look her in the eye.

She slapped her palms together and cupped the first one in the second in thought, of what?

"I don't know. He was tall and had golden brown hair, he had an accent. A British one. He said that he was sorry on behalf of Jackson, that's how I knew."

Her eyes fell in sadness for a second then she perked up.

"I'll make you a cappuccino, and butter a bagel. I'll bring it right up."

She smiled squeezed my shoulders then made her exit of the room, my hands raised to my forehead shakily as I sighed.

What the fuck happened?

* * *

I was always the shy type, even when I began to unravel, but now I'm so bold it scares the hell out of me; well the old me! I'm going to find out who brought me to Zada's thank them, and to Jackson he's going to regret ever hurting me!!

"Umm. Zana, you're gritting your teeth."

"Uh."

"Your practically ploughing them out of your gums."

She was so right, I was angry that I was gritting my teeth so hard it did feel like it was coming out my socket. I was mad and plotting multiple plans in my head, but first I have to get to the bottom of my rescue then the shenanigans.

After I ate I got out of the chair and went back upstairs. I was going to go to school today, there is no rest for the bad girl. But Zada would naturally disagree with me, in fact I already sensed it coming off her, the pitty.

"Zana? I-I think you should stay with me. Home. You're hurt, who knows how bad the head injury is."

I stopped in the door way of the spare room, I spun around quickly and stared her in the eyes. I could see the worry in it, but I knew she could also see my burning passion, desire for revenge.

"I am going to school Zada. I have to be strong and show that Jackson didn't win, or at least didn't steal my dignity."

She nodded reluctantly, tentively she followed me upstairs, into the hallway.

I changed into some spare clothes I had by Zada in case of an unplanned sleep over. As I dressed I stared at the bandaged that was wrapped tightly around my head. That hijo de perra (motherfucker) called Jackson. I swear I'll make him pay!! Everything was a lie, probably plan to the T. Meeting me at the club, dancing with me, bumping into me at school and then finally asking me out, knowing full well that it was all a bet. I was played, I hate being played, but I was played so fucking easily. . .

Jackson! I'm coming for you! Bastard!

* * *

I marched into down the parking lot to the coart yard heels clacking, Zada by my side, Zoey join us a little way down the stretch. I flexed my hands and pulled up my sleeves and fixed my skirt.

"Zana, Zana! Before you do anything rash just think," Zada pleaded.

I ignored her and sped up my pace, Zoey keeping perfect time but Zada faltering.

"What ever you do Z girl! Let me in on it! I'll crush that good for nothing piece of shit!"

I grinned and slightly lowered my head in acknowledgement. I made a sign with my hands and she knew what I was saying. We finally reached the front court yard. Jackson usually hanged out with his friends in the parking space nearest the school front. I marched up right to the car surrounded with teens and stomped hard on the ground but everyone still was talking do I called Jackson's name!

"Hey Jackson! Asshole! Can I have a moment of your time please?!"

He slowly adjusted his body more to see me better. No barely making a face he stared at me like everything was fine! That I was all fine and cherry inside. But it wasn't, the bastard lied to me.

"You lied to me! Played me like a fool, do you think I'll ever forgive you? No! Go to hell Jacson Madeville, and stay the fuck there?"

I backed up and so did Zada suddenly there was a sound of something igniting, everybody turned to look, a flare was in the sky and it was quickly falling it landed on Jackson's car and it exploded. Smoke billowed from the hood and trunk. He turned back and to looked at me. My face had already broken out into a devilish grin.

"Take that, asshole," I spit and then I walked away from the crowd hearing Jackson curse heavily.

I didn't think twice, or.look back, revenge was always brutal with me and he had.messed with the wrong bad girl.

The wrong bad girls............