The Bad Girl's a Virgin✓

"Let your Crazy ass Brother Come"

I got out of there as fast as I could, not once did I turn back or stop. I ran all the way back to the parking lot, got into my car and drove away as fast as I could. I never ever wanted to see Clay ever again, it would be too much hurt for me. The look on his gorgeuos face when I told him the truth and why I really needed to talk to him, I will never forget.

But the thing that really hurts the most is that he was right. That day, when he warned me to not let revenge consume me, I told him yes. But in my heart I already made up my mind to find the person that hurt my bestfriend and too hurt them just as much as they hurt her.

I didn't take the time to slow down, take a breath, and think rationally. My mind was set on revenge, now I've hurt someone important to me, someone I genuinly cared about. There is always that common denominator, Diana. She was to blame for the begining of this whole debolcle. Did she hate me so much that she's trying to ruin my life. Maybe it's her revenge for Dannie, but I already swore to her up and down that I ad nothing to do with her disappearence and death.

Tears were now streaming down my face running what little make up I had put on that morning. I was distraught, how was I going to tell my friends that I came back empty handed, with no information and no way of knowing who Jackson and Diana were invovled with and what they were pissibly planning. I felt like a failer, a disgrace, but most of all, I felt aweful for doing all these things before.

Diana and Jacskon had gone off the deepend but they didn't deserve to get torchered by me. They diserve to be locked away, with the keys thrown into the mariana trench. With that type of crazy, at such a young age, they shouldn't be roaming free.

After a few minutes I was back at Zoey's were both girls were patienly waiting in the living room. I tired to avoid eye contact with them but in my atempt, I saw the look on Zoey's face, I nearly fell over onto my face. Zada immediately knew somethings was up and ran to my side. She lifted my chin for me to look her in the eyes.

"What happened Zana?" asks softly brushing my hair aside.

I fell back onto the couch and she sat next to me. I shut my eyes tightly trying to fight back the tears, but they came down faster.
"I told him, but it was like he knew before I even opened my mouth," I paused to look her reaction to my statement.

She slowly nodded her head but her face looked disterbed, "And what did he say?" she asks blinking a few times readying herself for my response.

I tried to open my mouth but I realized that I was all choked up. I tired to speak but instead I began to sob quietly. Zada pulled me in closer. She understood, I didn't have to tell her with words. Having a friend like this, friends like those, sharing our burderns, secrets and the bad things we do with. It really helps in times where all you can do is cry, when all you can do it hope that everything would be okay.

We sat there for a while, silent, thinking to oursleves. We knew that we were all in dip shit, but neither of us wanted to admit it. It was our most trying time as reigning bad girls. This reminded me of the moment we lost Dannie. It was just like this, because we all knew the truth, and we sensed what was coming. . . .

Suddenly there was banging on our door, it startled everyone. Who could it have been, Zoey's brothers and father were at work until the night, no one was supposed to be there. Yet still the banging was consistant.

It got more urgent by the second, so after a few moments I got up and made my way toward the front door. As I approached the noise seemed laouder and more ear-peircing. So I decided to ask who was at the door.

"Who the hell is making all that racket?" I yell folding my arms.

The voice that answered me startled me. "It's me Zana, please open up the bloody door."

My heart stopped and I froze, we just parted ways minutes ago. What the fuck was he doing and Zoey's door banging on it like that? He seemed urgent in his plea, I overlooked the fact that he cursed, yet still I couldn't move, I couldn't bring myself to twist that door knob.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was Zada, she stepped into my view and immediately she was concerned.

"Zana? Who is it?" she asks then turned to the door.

Clay heard Zada's voice then began to speak to her, "Zada could you let me in?" he pleads

Zada pouted angryly, "Why should I douchebag, you hurt Zana!"

He sighed heavily, and as he spoke his speach seemed laboured with worry. "I'm sorry about that, but now I really have to speak to her. I will tell her whatshe needs to know even though I still can't really understand the things she has done."

Zada turned to me, her face had completely changed from angry to sad. Clay's voice did have that effect on me and I guess it did work on her. I felt bad honestly, but mostly I was hurt, maybe he will apologize to me when he sees how much pain I'm in.

"Please Zana, let me in," he says his voice almsot choked.

I gave Zada a nod of aproval. She egerly streached her hand out of the door knb and swung open the door, letting clay in. As soon as he walked in, he eyed me strangely before he pushed his way through the two of us into the living room, we folloowed waiting for him to tell us why he came over.

"Clay? What the hell is going on?" Zoey demands almost getting up from her seat, but falling back because she couldn't stand.   

He breathed out sharply running his hand through his doft brown hair. "Jackson, he probaly told his employer about his recent runnings and is already  putting together a hit squad to come kidnapp you guys."

The urgency in Clay's voice had went up ten notches. He was really worried. It seemed he knew the people his brother was working for, dear I say he probably worked for them at some point in his life.

Regaining my composure, I walked up to Clay, standing in his path. I looked him the eye. He could see that I was hurt but most of all he was hurt more than me. I made a terrible mistake that day when I went rogue and kidnapped and torchered his brother. He told me, warned me, not to let revenge consume me, but I let it anyway.

"Clay," I chock. "What are we going to do?"

He clenched his jaw as he stared at me. "Run. Get the hell out of town. Go somewhere safe until Jackson clams down."

"What?!" Zada says causing Clay to turn to her.

"Are you out of your fucking mind! We can't just pick up and leave-"

"Zana you have no choice," he whispers.

"What are we going to tell our parents? Huh? And what about Zoey. She can barely move she's in no condition for a road trip!"

"Well Zana, What in the bloody hell else are you going to do? Huh? Tell me because I'd love to know."

My hands shot up to my head. I gripped hold of my hair and began grabbing and tugging on it. Thoughts were racing through my brain. How was I going to fix this?! How? What can I do to make him stand down before we all got killed.

Suddenly I stopped. My mind raced back and it was like I was back to that night, only two years ago. But this time, it was clear as day.

I standing at the edge of the block watching Dannie walk away from me. As I turned around I caught her hugging someone and then getting into there car. But something was to familiar about that car. It had bothered me for years. But now under such emotional intense pressure I realized. . . . .

"Motherfucker," I breathed out as my eyes snapped open. "That evil son of a bitch."

Everyone in the room around me was so confused at my sudden declaration. Zada walked up to me and placed both hands on my shoulders.

"Zana? What is it?" she asked concerned.

I smirked confidently placing both of my hands on my hips and turning away from her toward Clay.

"Let your crazy ass brother come, I'm ready for him. . . . . . . ."