The Playgirl

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

"Mrs. Edwards, watch your language!" My teacher scolded. I don't know his name, but I know that whenever I do anything that he doesn't deem appropriate, he turns red. It's quite funny actually.

"And if I don't?" I challenged. Yep, he totally reminded me of a tomato. He just kept on getting redder.

"That's it young lady! Report to-"

I wave my hand around, cutting him off "Yeah yeah, Mrs. Jones's office." 

I throw my messenger bag over my shoulder and take my time walking out the class. When I get to the front, I bend over the quarter back of the football team's desk, and whisper in his ear. "It was fun playing with ya. I'll see you around." And wink. I honestly didn't think he'd need any work to break up with. We had a little fun in the hall this morning,(Not that type of fun you dirty minded prick! We just had a very heated make out session. Duh!) but he just wasn't my type. I popped in my signature blueberry lollipop, and flipped off the teacher, causing several kids to snicker. 

Outside of the class, I turned up my music, and I made a quick pit stop by my locker. I dumped all of my books there, before straightening my black crop-top that said NYC. I was currently wearing that, with some blue skinny jeans and black high tops. I also had on a Mickey mouse necklace, nerdy glasses and a snap back.

"Hello Stephanie!" the secretary greets.

"Martha, I told you to just call me Stevie..." I sighed. Yes, I was on a first name basis with the  school secretary. She was really sweet, and every Tuesday, baked me a batch of cookies.

"Yes, yes dearie." She chirped, "I'll page Mrs. Jones right away."

I got comfortable on the couch. As much as I loved Martha, I loved Mrs. Jones even more. She acted like a tough ass, but was really funny, and sweet.

"Stephanie? You can come in now!" Mrs. Jones called. 

I sat in the chair across from her, and got comfy. "Hi Mrs.Jones! How's it going?"

"Fantastic! I have good news!" She grinned.

This caught my attention."Ohh! Tell me the 411!"

"Well, remember Jeremy? The guy I was telling you about? Well, he asked me out!" Yeah, the principle and I were tight like that. I told her everything, and she told me everything. She was like the sister I've always wanted. Sure, my sisters were great, but-

I'm getting off topic.

I slam my hands on the table, "Mrs. J, that's better then fantastic! That's Fuck-tastic! Where is he taking you?"

"La Reve. So romantic!" She gushed ignoring my curse.

"I'm so happy or you Mrs.J." 

After a few more minutes of Mrs. Jones daydreaming, she turns to me and gets down to business."Anyways, what did you do this time?"

"Well, we were having an open discussion about the book play Romeo and Juliet, and I made a great point about how it wasn't a love story, it was a play about a 3-day relationship between a  13 year old, and a 17 year old that caused 6 deaths. But then this kid wants to argue with me. Anyways, I kinda sorta cussed her out, and then got sent out for challenging a teacher..."

"Nice! I mean bad... never mind I meant nice." Mrs. J said giving me a grin. See, I told you my principal was awesome. "Okay, you know the drill, go back to class, and give your teacher this pass." she says and shoos me out.

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Why the hell do they make these gym uniforms so small?!? Jeez! I feel like a freaking stripper in these shorts, and the shirt was squeezing my boobs. 

"Okay, girls, today we have to share the court with the boys, so we will not be doing a group activity. Feel free to play anything today." Coach Holden shouted. Many girls groaned, but I high five my only female friend Simone Rivera. 

Whenever we had to share the court with the guys, we usually annoyed them, by sitting in the middle of the court, and flaunting our boobs, or bowing kisses.

As usual, we got the confused glances, and desperate stares from the guys, as we sat down. But around the third or fourth point, Ryder McDaniel, walked up to me and made an irresistible proposition.

If I could beat him in a game of basket ball, he would buy me lunch for a week. And if he won, Simone and I would move. I shook his hand, sealing the deal.

I let him beat me, until he got to 5 points. And yes, I actually let him beat me. I'm Freaking Stephanie Ella-Rose Edwards. I don't loose. That, combined with my actual skills, helped me to win. 21 to 9.

I hadn't noticed everyone crowding around us during the game. I was too much in the zone. But now, I see that the entire gym class, boys and girls, were watching me crush Ryder McDaniel. The school bad boy.

"Good game McDaniel." I smirked as I walked past him. As I passed, he smacked my butt.

"Yeah. It was great feeling you ass on my crotch when I tried to block you."

"Key word is tried. Anyways, it's a good thing you did, 'cause its all your gonna be seeing of my ass."

A shocked look crosses his face, but he hid it so quick, I wasn't sure if I really saw it. "Where'd you learn to play like that?"

"An advantage of having a bored brother and a basket ball hoop." I smirked. "But, don't feel too bad. I'm just so nice of a person, that I'll reward you for being such a good sport." Going on my tipi toes, I lean into him as if I'm going to kiss him. I slowly get closer and closer, and I swear I heard him whimper, but at the last second, I changed direction, and kissed his cheek instead.

"Congrats Ryder." I whispered in his ear, before sauntering off.

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The rest of the day wet by pretty well. I refrained from telling off my teachers, and did all my work. 

 "Spencer? Are you home?!" I shouted. No response. Great. I'm home alone. Wait, I've been trusted to stay home alone?!?

Oh, no. This is bad. You never leave me unentertained. You just don't do it. And no I'm not over reacting. Bad things happen when I'm bored. You see, I try to find ways to entertain myself, and then things get... interesting. And when your bored, interesting sounds pretty damn interesting. So you go and do those interesting things. But in the end, those interesting things could get you in one of three places.

1) In the hospital.

2) In jail.

3) Asleep in bed with a hangover, and a huge mess to clean up.

So, no I'm not over reacting when I say that Stevie Ella-Rose Edwards + Boredom do not equal anything near good.