Bad Girls

What You Don't Know Won't Hurt You

Author's Note -

Alright, so we've already established that I am a horrible uploader and I have absolutely no schedule whatsoever when it comes to when I write and when I upload. I just kinda do it whenever I do, ya know what I mean?

I probably won't be uploading much of anything nowadays, cuz I've been slacking on my school work and my mom's mega pissed and if I wanna go out with my friends, then I have to be doing all that physics and shit. Anyways...um...enjoy the chapter! What do you guys think of Trouble? Awesome or unnecessary? Lemme know! Comment, vote, & fan!

As Trouble and I walked back to our cabin, I snuck a few glances at her. She was quite a bit smaller than me, but she seemed pretty vicious. Fist fights, maybe? Petty thief? Vandalism enthusiast? Maybe high school drug dealer.  I ached to know what that jackass, Lewis, meant when he said she had things waiting for her at home.

“So what do you even do here?” she asked.

“If you’re referring to our schedule, nothing. We go to school, we clean our cabins, we do the laundry, and we eat. But truth be told, when we go to school, we pass notes, and when we’re outside, we scour secret make-out spots.” I shrugged.

“But there are no guys here.” She pointed out. I looked at her.

“I know.” I said, simply. It took her a second but then she got it. A little pink tinge grew on her cheeks.

“Tell me about this girl I’m replacing.” She persisted and I sighed, thinking about Kyla’s life now.

“Well, her name’s Kyla. She’d been here probably the longest. Her parents hate her. She’s mature and mysterious and mischievous. She had been having an affair with one of the counselors.” At this, Trouble raised her eyebrows and I laughed. “He was a good looking guy, trust me. Anyway, she managed to get herself pregnant. So when parent visitation day rolled around and her parents realized, they went nuts. Her dad hit her and Samuel – that’s the name of the counselor she was seeing – freaked out. So Kyla’s parents immediately went to report it and Kyla and Samuel ran away.” I finished and Trouble nodded, thinking.

“Tell me about the other girls in our cabin.” She said, curiously. I grinned. What a surprise she was in for. Finally, I wasn’t the newbie anymore.

“Well, there are the twins: Ryan and Dylan. Despite the guys names, they are indeed girls. Ryan’s pretty chill. She’s straight, like you, I assume.” I said and she nodded to confirm. “She’s had some self-harm problems, but she’s over them now. Dylan’s pretty loud and rough and she’ll come off as a little cold at first, but you’ll warm up to her soon enough. She’ll try to mess you up and intimidate you, but just ignore her for the most part. She’s dating Emma-Lynn. Emma-Lynn you have to watch out for. I mean, she’s the best person to give advice though. She knows like…everything. She’s a major bitch, but she has a soft spot when it comes to Dylan.” I concluded and Trouble nodded. She looked majorly cool, wearing a low-cut v-neck t-shirt with an unbuttoned enormous red and black plaid shirt over it. She had on mega short-shorts and camouflage green Converse that went up to her knees. It was awesome, really rock style; badass. Yep, I was pretty sure Trouble was badass.

“So what about you? What should I expect from you?” that question kind of surprised me. I considered it for a sec.

“You know, when you say it like that, I have no freakin’ clue. I got sent here for excessive bad behavior at school and shit. I guess I can be pretty damn persistent. Oh, and let’s definitely not forget the fact that I’m dating the biggest bitch slash slut in this entire camp.”

Trouble raised her eyebrows. “The biggest?”

I nodded, grinning. “Her name’s Cassie. Just you wait till you meet her. She’ll probably flirt with you at first, but it’s cool, just ignore her. My roommates aren’t too friendly with her, ‘cause as I said, she’s a bitch. Also, she used to date Emma-Lynn and she was just into the physical stuff and shit. It’s kinda like that with me and her, too, but I’m not gonna get into that.”

Trouble snorted. “Yeah, I’d prefer it if you don’t.”

“So what are you here for?” I asked, casually, not letting it show that I was extremely curious.

She shrugged, easily, like it was no big deal. “Eh, pretty much the same as you.”

She was a good liar. A great liar, in fact. Anyone else would’ve fell for that. But I’m Joelle Robinson, queen of lying. I can see through anything. I let it be for the moment, though, because we had arrived at cabin B3.

“Well, here we are.” I said, and yanked open the door. Everything was as usual. Ryan was sitting on her bed, painting her nails, and Dylan and Emma-Lynn were both on Dylan’s bed, fingers entwined, just chatting. They all looked up when I walked in and stared curiously at the pretty, petite yet obviously tough chick next to me.

“Guys, this is Trouble.” I introduced, before anyone (cough, Emma-Lynn, cough) could make any sneering comments about me and Cassie being involved in threesomes. “She’s our new roommate.”

At this, Ryan just shrugged, Emma-Lynn’s eyebrows shot up, and Dylan got a wicked expression on her face, which I knew meant she was going to cause trouble.

“Trouble, this is Ryan, Dylan, and Emma-Lynn.” I said, making gestures to each girl as I said their names.

“Hey.” Trouble said, sort of boredly and Emma-Lynn and the twins made pathetic “hey”s back at her. I pointed to Kyla’s old bed, the one at the end of the cabin, next to mine.

“That’s your bed.”

“Thanks.” She muttered and went to dump her things on the bed.

“So what’s happening?” I asked the other girls as I plopped down on my bed.

Dylan shrugged. “What would be happening? Oh, yeah, did you see what that chick, Georgina, did?”

I shook my head, interested. “What’d she do?”

Dylan snorted. “She managed to get into the office of the counselors – don’t ask me how – and stole all their gay-ass apple pastries, filled them with dirt and leaves and shit and put them back. It was epic.”

“Damn, I can’t believe I missed that.” I groaned. Unknown to the parents, kids here were always pulling all sorts of crap. We were all pros, sharing our secrets with each other. The dumbass counselors had no chance of ever catching us.

Trouble, who had been listening, snorted. “This place gets nowhere with the students, right?”

We all shook our heads at the same time and Ryan looked up from her now light blue toenails to say: “The counselors let the parents think we’re making great progress, but that it’d be hard for us if we left this environment. And the kinda parents that stick us here don’t really want us back. This is highschool now. And you’ll be here till you get a job application for McDonald’s.” Ryan finished, kind of morbidly, and started painting her other foot.

“Seriously, though, Trouble,” Dylan grinned. “You have no idea what you’re in for.”

Trouble simple shrugged. “You’d be surprised what I left behind. I feel like I’m in preschool.”

I realized she wasn’t just saying this for show. She really had a “i-don’t-give-a-fuck-imma-do-all-the-shit-i-want” attitude on life.

I wanted that.