Good Girl Gone Bad

8 | Only Three Year Olds Love Kung Fu Panda

Chapter Eight: Only Three Year Olds Love Kung Fu Panda.

Listen to: Attention By Charlie Puth.

Dedicated to: @Elena_M12 For getting through this book faster than I did 💖

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If there's one thing I hate in the morning more than waking up, it's exercise.

I cannot fathom how people actually wake up early and then walk or run in the fucking morning. Like mornings are for sleeping you maniacs. Close your damn eyes.

But, hey, that's just my opinion. And who am I to judge, considering that's exactly what I'm doing at the moment. Not willingly, of course.

'Wait up!' I yelled, stumbling on the uneven gravel and huffing for breath. A few meters in front of me trundled the school bus, leering and laughing kids hanging out of it.

'Look, Flabby Faye's running! A miracle!' One scrawny jerk yelled.

Ok, as much as I want to punch your stupid face, I gotta agree with you on that one kid.

I just thought it extremely unfair and dumb that these kids continued to pester me even when I'd lost every ounce of fat I'd had in middle school. For God's sake, you idiots, move on.

I stumbled again, cursing under my breath as I tried to pick up speed. The bus driver was another student as well, a senior like me, but a dumb shit who got stuck with this job for vandalism of school property. I bet this was more fun than he'd had in ages.

Just as I was about to quit and walk the remaining ten minutes to school, one kid yelled, 'Still need a ride, Flabby Fate?'

The bus slowed down finally and I walked to it, fully aware that it would start moving as soon as I reached it. But I was halfway there when this drop dead amazing, white Ferrari rolled up, coming to a stop inches from me.

Ryan looked up at the kids in the bus with a stare so intense they flinched, 'Yes. Yes she does.'

Both Ian and Sam raised their middle fingers at the bus in unison.

I think I've fallen in love.

I stood there, mouth open, gaping at the car and the guys until Ryan raised a brow at me. 'You do need a ride, don't you Mad Girl?'

Snapping out of it, I nodded and walked to the shotgun side, which was surprisingly empty. Slipping into the seat, I buckled my seat belt and looked at the guys gratefully, 'Thanks.'

'No problem,' they replied in unison.

And then Ryan stepped on the gas and we were off, fingers raised at the dumbstruck kids left behind in the bus.

'What happened to Graffiti?' Ryan questioned and I sighed, pulling my flapping hair out of my face, 'I was practicing my flips on it yesterday and busted the tire. And my brother goes to another school so he takes the car earlier. The bus was my only option.'

Ryan looked sideways at me and gave me a lopsided grin, 'Not anymore it isn't.'

I smiled at him and he looked back at the road, leaving me to reassure Ian that 'No, I hadn't busted an artery running in the morning.' At least someone understood the torture.

Rolling up to school with the most popular boys ever in the coolest car ever was bliss and torture at the same time.

Bliss because it felt awesome. Torture because of the stares I was getting. I mean I don't care what people think of me because I've gotten so many things I'm grateful for in life. But I was afraid of what they might do now.