Scandalous (Slow Updates)

One

Song: Dangerous- Michael Jackson

Being the life of the party was easy.

Masking who I really was back then, also easy.

But living a life such as mine sometimes proved to be a challenge. People expected certain things. They expected you to act a certain way, to do exactly what your reputation suggested you would do.

In my experience, it hadn't always ended up being that simple. 

But on that night that started a domino effect of the next phase of my life, living that type of life was actually simple. Nights like that night were routine for my crew and I, and after getting mixed up in those experiences so many times, it turned into a habit. One that filled the holes I couldn't fill with anything else besides a temporary, quick fix. My friends and I went to the same location, did the same stuff, and usually ended up being chased by the cops.

What could I say? I had to live up to the person people pegged me as. I hadn't known any other way to be. It was hard to be any less than what people expected me to be. 

I could still remember those moments that led up to the day my life changed forever. If only I had known back then what they would lead to. 

One Year Earlier 

Rock music blasted out of my speaker as I wiggled into my tight, black skinny jeans. I danced around the room in my bra before I slid on a gray shirt, "killin' it" written across my chest, and threw an over-sized blue flannel over it. My hair laid in beach waves, and I slid a hair tie on my wrist before applying my always over extravagant make up-- excessive black eye liner, mascara to add volume, rosy blush, and faded red lipstick. Once I was completely ready, I slid on my converse, turned off my music, and ran out to the crew's car.

"Jesus, Kara. I swear you take longer than my grandma to get ready," Zack glared at me, and I rolled my eyes. Dixie handed me a cigarette. I sighed before letting her light it. Smoking wasn't  something I was proud of. I swore I would never use one, knowing the havoc they could wreck on some people's lives, but heartbreak did strange things to people. They at soothed the giant mess that my life was. 

"Takes the edge off,' Dixie whispered, and I shot her a thankful smile. Drew, Dixie's older brother, started the car, and we sped down the back road, all the way to our spot. It was the back yard of some dude's house. He owned a huge farm, which meant tons of land and tons of places we could hang and drink without getting caught.

We hopped out of the car and ran toward the fence. A huge "No Trespassing" sign hung on it, and as Dixie and I jumped up on the fence, Aleck ripped the sign off the metal. He threw it to the ground, and we busted out laughing as he and Zack started to climb up the fence. Zack threw us the back pack filled with booze, and then he helped Bailey, his girlfriend, over the fence. Once everyone was over, we began our walk toward the pond. Zach and Bailey ran into the water, while Dixie lit another cigarette, and Aleck and I pulled out the whiskey. He gulped some of it down, and then he passed it to me before wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"You know this is my favorite shirt you wear," He whispered in my ear, sliding his fingers over the bare skin of my stomach, and I shivered as I smirked.

"I know." My smirk grew. "That's why I wore it."

"You're going to be the death of me, Kara Bell," He groaned, pressing his lips against my neck, and I tilted my head to the side. His arm moved from my shoulder to my waist, and I wrapped one arm around his neck as the other tipped the whiskey toward my mouth. When I pulled the bottle away from my mouth, Aleck immediately took that as a chance to capture my lips in his, and he pressed me against the tree behind us, his arms tightening around me.

This lasted for about five minutes before Dixie groaned from beside us. Aleck's lips trailed down  to my neck, and I used the opportunity to shoot Dixie a glare.

"Don't give me that look," She hissed, glaring back. "I'm always the one to witness these make out sessions."

Aleck lifted his head from my shoulder and smirked at her. "You're just jealous because Zack doesn't pay one bit of attention to you."

Hurt flashed in Dixie's eyes, but she quickly covered it up with another glare. I slapped Aleck's shoulder, and he held his hands up in surrender. Aleck released his hold around me and crossed his arms, staring at Dixie, while I gulped down more whiskey.

"You have no idea what you're talking about, Aleck."

"Oh yeah?" He challenged, stepping toward her. "Then prove it."

Fire blazed in Dixie's eyes, and we watched as she stormed down to the shore of the pond where Zack and Bailey were walking back to us. Bailey was in front of him, so she walked up to us and grabbed a towel. Zack was still making his way back up when Dixie reached him. She grabbed Zack's face and crashed her lips onto his, and at first, Zack was completely shocked, but then he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back, almost like it was instinct. Aleck and I cheered as Dixie pulled away from him and walked right back up to us, leaving Zach completely confused and in awe.

"That was gutsy, Dixie. I give you bonus points for that," Aleck teased, and she stuck her tongue out at him as her cheeks tinged pink. Zack met up with us and scratched the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at Dixie.

I brought the whiskey to my lips again. "I definitely wasn't drunk enough for that."

Aleck and Drew busted out laughing. The six of us sat on the ground and passed around the booze and cigarettes. Zack kept his distance from Dixie, and we could all tell it hurt her, but she would never show it enough for him to notice. Bailey was practically sitting in Zack's lap, and Aleck and I passed the whiskey between us. It was just another good night for us.

Until all hell broke loose when footsteps pounded against the ground, running toward us. We tried to run, but we were all too drunk to make it far-- especially me, who stumbled like a fool toward the cops. 

"Freeze! Everyone put your hands behind your head!" One of the policemen demanded, and the five of us slowly raised our hands behind our heads, arrogant smirks growing on our faces. That was the usual for us. Our nights didn't always involve the cops, but when they did, they become the best nights of our lives. We were too young and dumb to know any different, too obnoxious to understand what else life could be like. Five different cops tackled and handcuffed us, dragging us back up to the fence.

And that was how the story began.

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Hi loves!

WOO So it's been quite a long time since I've posted a new story (last time was in high school, maybe junior year... and I'm a freshman in college now), and I am so excited to share this one with you as well as the many others in my drafts :)

I wrote Scandalous when I was 16 and have never edited it or even read through it since, so I'm just going to post the story as it is. With that being said, if the grammar isn't up to par, or if the story line isn't all that great, please keep in mind this book was written by 16 year old me and trust me, 19 year old me is cringing.

I usually edit and rewrite books after I have posted them fully. I will probably do the same with this one.

This chapter is dedicated to @love12192009 ! She always shows so much love and support for me and my books, and I am so appreciative of it! Thank you so much!

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this new book! If this gets 100 views by today or tomorrow, I'll post another chapter!

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-Abby