Badass Alphaess

“Jules” I gasped before immediately resuming a emotionless mask, “what are you doing here”. Jules was a random boy I had hooked up with back when I was a slut and badass, thinking about that I remembered Joe which brought tears to my eyes; he had been so perfect, but apparently too perfect. Suddenly I released that Jules had been speaking, oops.

“... so yeah, that’s why im here, can I sit down here the flight attendant is giving me funny looks” he asked. “Um, yeah sure” I replied, still having a clue why he was here. We sat in uncomfortable silence for the last twenty minutes of the flight. We were just coming into landing, this was the worst and scariest part for me, I don’t know why but I have always been scared of it. I started to whimper softly. Jules glanced at me and saw my distress; he casually put his arm round me and pulled me closer. “Come on babes, we can do this” he whispered in my ear. We were getting of when and waiting in the queue, “Thanks for that Jules”, “Sure thing Kara, anytime, hey maybe we can meet up again sometime for some fun” he stated, jerking his eyebrows up in a , apparently sexy, way. “Get out of my sight, you ugly dickhead” I half screamed at him, just when I thought I had met a decent bloke he turns out to be like that. Holding back tears I run out after collecting my luggage.

I sat down on a bench to collect myself; my faith in men was just about gone now. Then I thought what I was doing, crying over a boy!!! Me. The badass Girl who now one pissed off, at least if they wanted to live... The tears which had been threatening to form disappeared and a new found confidence grew in me. I turned to walk to my dads, which I vaguely remembered was on the edge of town, when I realized something; I had two hours to burn. Smiling to myself I turned towards the centre and started to walk.

One hour and forty-three minutes later and I had four shopping bags full of badass stuff, ripped jeans, tight half length jackets. Clothes which made me look sexy but bad.  Sitting down on the same bench I waited for my Dad to appear. Last time I had seen him he had been strict but no unfair. Well, actually, last time I saw him he had been about to throw me on the streets after the little school incident. Grinning to myself I heard someone call my name. Turning I saw my brother waving at me. Waving back I let out another genuine grin. Leaving my father wasn’t that bad, the bad thing was leaving my brother. I didn’t have many friends. It was pretty much him and a couple of his nicer friends. My bro was awesome. His name was Matthew but we all called him Matt. Hanging out with him was one of the things I was looking forward to. “Kara, you... what, how did you manage to get enough time to go shopping, your flight only came in like five minutes ago?” he said in a confused tone. “My flight came in two hours ago bro, and hello to you to” I replied, my voice a little husky with emotion. I hadn’t seen my bro in three years, we talked and emailed and stuff but it wasn’t the same. I saw my brother quickly rub his eyes as we stood in uncomfortable silence. Then I could take it no longer. I quickly jumped into his arms and hugged him like I had wanted to for the past three years. I was finally home.

I stood back after hugging him and grinned my evil grin, thinking about all the pranks I could pull on him. He immediately stepped back from me, “Don’t come near me you, whenever that grin comes on your face your thinking something bad” he said in a voice that held a little amount of fear.

He led me to his car and I relaxed into its soft sheet. Feeling the events of the day catch up on me I slowly slipped into sleep...

Hey people, hoped that appeased people, just a quick question, when you write a number to you put a – in the middle of it or not? Ex: forty-two, or forty two. To avoid confusion I think I’ll just write 42 in the future, it is the meaning of life I suppose J, Next chapters in 150 or 200 reads, haven’t decided yet, hope you in enjoy...