The Bad Girl Game

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Chapter One

Meet the nerdiest nerd of the century. Also known as me, Tammy Baxter. Want the answers to the math homework? I'm your girl. Want to find the only girl left in sophomore who hasn't had a boyfriend and hasn't been kissed. Hence why I am standing in a shop I never shop in, about to buy the skimpiest outfit known to mankind.

I pulled the top off its hanger, thinking to myself why am I doing this? And to be honest, I don't even know. The shirt was made of red lace blooms, with wide gaps inbetween each flower. I held it up to the pair of black, high-waisted shorts that I'd already picked up and questioned how the school slut, Emma, could bear to wear anything like it.

My usual style was sweater, jeans and converses. I never, ever wore anything that would show any flesh. There are two main reasons for that; number one, my unbelievably pale skin. I look like a vampire 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days of the year. Number two; my complete lack of self esteem. I went through the beginning of my teenage years  with hormonal boys shouting "Here comes big tits!" every time I passed them. That kind of torture plays havoc with the fragile confidence of thirteen year old girl.

I tried to shut out all the thoughts I was having about why I shouldn't do this, and added the top to my basket. I remembered my the words that my ex-best friend had spat at me last time I saw her. "I dare you, Miss Prissy, to play the bad girl for the next 48 hours. Do you think your frigid little body will allow that?" Right after she told me she was pregnant. Oh, what fun it is being friends with Bekky Asher.

I placed my items on the counter in front of a shop assistant, who gave me a bewildered expression the second she set eyes on the clothes, before turning to look my up and down. To her, I was probably the most unlikely person to buy an outfit like this. From someone like Bekky or Emma, yes. From a nerd like me, no way. Not a million years.

"Er... that'll be fifty-eight dollars," the assistant, hastily folding the clothes and chucking them into the cardboard bag. I passed the notes over the counter, and she checked them into her till before passing me the change and shoving the recipt into the bag. "Have a nice day," she said in a sarcastic tone, looking me up and down and smiling the ugliest smile I've seen in a while.

"Oh, I will," I said, grinning over my shoulder. She looked shocked, and I new exactly what she was thinking. Oh well, if I was going to be a 'bad girl', I might as well start now.

I winced as I stepped out of the shop, the bright sun almost blinding me. The heat was almost unbearable, and my jeans and thick sweater didn't help, but I restisted the urge to yank it over my head the second that I saw Emma and her gang walk down the road. I wanted to turn on my heels and head straight back into the shop and hide, but I was going to have to get confident, and if facing up to Emma was how I did it, then it was going to have to be done.

Emma nudged one of her followers and said loudly, "Ohh, Ruby! Look over there, it's Tammy!" She stretched out one arm, pointing me out to the rest of her Barbie crowd. All five of them marched towards me, but I stayed rooted to the spot.