"I DON'T DO GOOD GIRLS" || CS

05

"Would you like dessert?" Cole asks me. I shrug.

"Not necessarily." He frowns at me.

"What do you mean?"

"I know you'd rather be somewhere else, Cole. I don't want to drag it." I smile sympathetically and get up.

"Yeah, you're right. I'll pay the bill and you wait in the car, all right?" I nod and bite my lip.

As much fun as we were having a moment ago, everything turned awkward now.

I sit in the car, waiting for Cole to come and bring me home, but as I look in the rear view mirror, I spot him talking to a girl, cigarette hanging to his mouth.

Ew. He smokes? Literally?

It also looks like he is hitting the girl up, I mean, she's almost plastered to his face.

I honk. I see his head going up and looking angrily at the car. I bite my lip to stop my laughing when he enters.

"Basic bitch." I don't mind, I just find this way too funny, but after a while I decide to bring up the cigarette.

"So, you smoke?" I interrogate.

"What are you, my mother? It is none of your damn business, Amy." He groans, eyes still fixed on the road but an annoyed expression evident on his face.

I purse my mouth.

"If you want to, I can walk or take the subway too." I shoot.

He looks at me and rolls his eyes.

"And blow all my chances with Freddie? We will both have to sit this one out."

"I still don't see how this can benefit me?" I wonder aloud.

"Well, good girls don't always expect something in return, right?" He snorts.

"Maybe I am not a good girl then." I look at him dead serious. I hate the title of 'good girl', it is like a title you give someone boring.

Cole stares me in the eyes.

"Oh so you are not a good girl? I want proof. You get one week starting tomorrow to show me how bad you can be." My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but I can't scramble back now.

"Fine. It's a deal. If I prove you I'm not a good girl, what do I get?" I ask him daringly.

"Whatever you want, but if I am right, you'll have to be my little maid for a whole month." He says after thinking it through for a while.

"Oh, really? I'll blow your mind Sprouse." I say as I laugh to myself. He doesn't look like he believes me, but he'll see.

"By the way, your 'win' is so unoriginal."

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"I'm sorry okay! He just kept asking me things and then he suggested a date and I suggested the blind date!"

"Wow, you are so great, Freddie! Now I have this bet with him that I cannot win at all. I'm not a bad girl, what did I get myself into?!" I bring my hands up to my face to cover it. I hate myself and I hate my sense of pride.

"I'll help you! I owe you that." She smiles at me pitifully.

"Damn right you will! We literally just went on that date because he was so into you and figured that I was his way in. Ugh, he is so full of himself!"

"Then you have to show him how bad you can be." Freddie smiles devilishly at me, as if she already has an idea.

"What are you suggesting?" I ask her, my voice laced with doubt.