Bad Girls

Such An Angel

Author's Note -

Alrighty! I have yet another Bad Girls chapter here for you! Yay! :) So there's a bunch of really irritating shit going on at school, so I might be uploading even less often than usual for a while. I hope you like this chapter, anyway. :)

Joelle’s POV –

Trouble got used to the Parker’s lifestyle pretty fast; much faster than I did. A lot of the girls were looking at her the first two weeks. Even some of the counselors were, which was beyond ridiculous.

But I understood why. She was extremely pretty. She had an innocent pixie-like face, but with the masses of eyeliner and the badass sneer, she had that tough rocker chick going on, just like her sense of style.

As I had predicted, when she and Cassie first met, Cassie was flirting and I had to tug on her shirt and wait for her to turn around for me to kiss her, reminding her that I was, in fact, her girlfriend.

Trouble just snorted.

When it came to school, Trouble managed to be ballsy, talking back to the teachers so cleverly that she didn’t even get into trouble (sense the irony there). I guess it also had something to do with the fact that none of the counselors would give Trouble detention, since they were too busy trying to hide their boners every time she was around.

You could tell she was a pro. She never once lost her attitude, so she didn’t even have to fake being sweet or whatever to get out of trouble. She had artistic hands, which made me think her coming here had something to do with vandalism. I was never sure, though.

Trouble was something else, I’ll tell ya.

Kyla’s POV –

I scanned through Joelle’s latest email.

‘Hey Kyla,

How’ve you and Sam been doing? And how’s the baby? Happy birthday, by the way! Finally eighteen. What, are you and Sam jumping at the chance to legally have sex now? Ew, I did not want that image in my head. Anyways, guess what? There’s a new chick in B3, to replace you. Her name’s Trouble. She’s really different. She’s hardcore, and I mean that in the strongest terms. That jackass, Lewis, says she’s got “important things” waiting for her back home. I don’t know what she’s in for. Could be anything. She gives the counselors hell, but they don’t punish her, because they’re too attracted to her, as well as being too scared of her. Equally scared as attracted, though. It’s freaky. She’s fun, though, I mean, she’s not a bitch you don’t wanna be around. Well, I’m rambling.

Hope you’re doing well,

Joelle.’

I smiled as I read through it. As crazy as they all were, I missed those bitches! I used to be one of them. That mysterious Kyla with the twinkle in her eyes and that thirst for danger. That temper. What ever happened to that Kyla?

I sighed and rubbed my temples. Now was not the time for philosophy. Samuel was running around like a crazy person, packing everything he thought I could possibly need. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Sam, I’ll be fine. The doctors will take care of me.”

“I know, I know. But I’m just scared!”

I laughed. “How do you think I feel? I’m gonna be the one giving birth!”

This time he rolled his eyes. “Kyla, you’re getting a Caesarean. You’re gonna be unconscious for the most part.”

I grinned. “Shut up, let’s go.”

*

I was all comfortable in my bed at the hospital. Sam was holding my hand and standing beside the bed perfectly still, ever the stoic. The doctor was standing at the end of the bed, speaking to us about it all. Honestly, I felt like it was going in one ear and out the other. I just wanted to get it over with.

*

As they carted me off, Sam holding me hand and walking with them, I felt my body getting numb and I felt myself fading away.

“I love you.” I heard Sam say.

“Love you too.” I murmured, before I drifted off.

*

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Sam’s face.

“Morning, beautiful.” He said, kissing my cheek. He was sitting in a chair, right at my bedside. “You feeling okay?”

“Yeah. I’m great.” I said. It was true. I mean, yeah, I felt a little weird, but otherwise, I felt great. “Where’s the baby?”

Sam smiled. “They’re bringing her over soon. Don’t worry.” He stroked my hair softly and I sighed, happily. Then suddenly, I sat up straight.

“Wait! Her?” I stared into Sam’s eyes. He smiled widely at me.

“Yep. It’s a girl.”

“A girl!” I exclaimed and gave Sam an awkward sitting hug.  Sam and I talked for a while and then the doctor walked in, carrying a little bundle, wrapped in a white blanket. My eyes widened and I shakily held my hands out, letting the doctor put the baby in my arms.

“Congratulations. You are now parents.” The doctor smiled. I looked into my sleeping baby’s face and then turned up to look at Sam. My eyes were bleary with tears.

“I’m a mother?” I said, with a sort of question in my voice. Sam smiled and kissed me.

“You sure are.” He replied, and then we both turned back to look at our child.

“We don’t have a name.” Sam muttered, still looking at my daughter.

“I like Hayley.” I voiced, a little tentatively. Sam cocked his head to the side.

“Samuel, Kyla, and Hayley. I like it.” he said and our lips met in a swift kiss.

“Hayley Gleeson-Moore?” I looked at Sam.

“Maybe just Moore.” He smirked and when I looked at him questioningly, he cupped my face in his hand. “Kyla Gleeson, will you marry me?”

*

Joelle’s POV –

I folded up the piece of paper and handed it to Trouble. It may have seemed childish, but that was just the way we did things around here. I saw Trouble unfold it, read it, smirk, and pick up her pen and starting to write. After a few seconds, she folded up the paper again and then passed it back to.

I opened it and started to read.

T: So this is honest-to-god what you do in this place? God, what’s even the point? How on earth is this supposed to ‘improve our character’?

I snorted and picked up my pen to write back.

J: None of us really get it, either. We don’t give a shit though. We’re stuck here.

T: There is no way I’m sticking around here. I have to get back home, as much as I don’t want to.

J: Yeah, what’s up with that? Lewis said something like that.

T: Well, it’s nothing really. I just have some stuff waiting for me back home.

I rolled my eyes when I read it. Come on.

J: Yeah, I think we got that far. The question is what stuff is waiting for you back home.

T: What does it matter to you?

J: Um, I’m curious. Why else would I be asking?

T: Listen, I’m not used to this. I’m in a new environment and I have a rule about me that everyone should know. Trouble does not reveal any secrets. No matter what you say. Now this conversation is over.