No Good Girl

Chapter Uno

Hello there! So I've been thinking a lot and I see that you guys actually like this story so I will rewrite this. Now that I'm older, it will be more interesting.

(Prologue)

There was nothing in the world I despised more than someone who tried to steal MY limelight. You are not important like I am. Your life is worth shit compared to mine, so drop dead. That was my motto and I owned it.

As my two minions (Kylie and Jayza) followed me out of my white Jaguar XKR-S and into the dump we called school, I did my signature smirk. I managed to  convince my parents to take me out of a hundred thousand dollar tuition private school, to a slimy greaseball of a public school. As usual, all eyes fell upon me. Today I had on a black "Fxck You Fxckin' Fxck" cropped sweat shirt, diamond studded torn shorts, and red/white Van's.

With no time to socialize with people who thought they were actually my friends, I  made my way to Biology. 

I took the window seat which is my chosen seat for every class period and everybody knew that even the teachers, but no one knew why. I planned to keep it that way.

"Class," Mrs. Winnwirk said, sucking in a deep breath. "We have a new student today. His name is Trevor Sanchez."

" I don't need no introduction."

I snorted, "Your right, cause nobody cares for your identity. I wonder why people still want to come to this dump." I mumbled, mostly to myself but obviously everybody made it their business to repeat it aloud.

Trevor raised an eyebrow, "And I see yo' dusty ass still sitting in that crusty seat. You fit right in."

The class arose in uproar of laughter. For the first time in my sixteen years of living, I was being humiliated. The kid called me dusty!

"Listen hear hoodrat, I am not your mother. You and I both know that your mother is a filthy piece of trash." I spat angrily.

As if he was seeing red, his demeanor shifted to a demonic one. A look that made me begin to stutter an apology I could not comprehend as he charged towards me.

His fist drove right towards my perfectly straight and whitened teeth. Well, after that punch I'm not too sure it's still straight.

I grabbed onto his head, bringing it down on the desk, watching as a knot began to form.

My head was instantly rammed against the chalkboard. How we got from the back of the room to the front was beyond my reach to answer. My face felt as if it was on fire, and my nose was not in the correct position.

"Break it up! Break it up!"

A dean came in and gripped my arm tightly. "Get off me!" I screamed wrenching my arm from his ashy hands and tight grasp.

Trevor began to snicker at his masterpiece. The shitface didn't even have an ounce of sympathy for hurting me, destroying me physically.

"This ain't done. Me and my homies gon' be on 'yo pussy as all week. Best believe that." Trevor threatened before being escorted to the principal.

Hours later...

My mother came in along with my father, shouting at the principal.

"How could you let that happen? My little girl could not possibly possess the strength to fight with a hoodlum like him. He should be expelled. I'm suing his family for every last dime they have in their bank along with their goddamn house."

As my parents continued to obsess over this and my mom caressed my face, I caught a  glimpse of Trevor and his father.

Trevor's father stood up and punched Trevor in the eye. "Oh my God." I whispered covering my mouth in shock.

"Yo stupid ass! The hell wrong with you? You fucking mentally unstable? This will be your third school this year, and you trying to mess that up?"

Trevor's jaw clenched tightly together as he forced himself to look away. Maybe I shouldn't have been staring so hard because his brown eyes landed right into mine.

"Oh shit," I hissed quietly.

If this was what he was going through, it's no wonder he acted out like he did. But I still wanted vengeance on the fact that he ruined my perfect face. Who the hell was he? A piece of trash like his mother. And no, I knew not a damn thing about his mother, but at this point I didn't care. This meant war.

"Dad?" I called innocently.

He turned around so quick I thought he caught whiplash. "Yes baby?"

"Don't sue them. It was all my fault. I spoke about his mother which, unexpectedly got him really mad."

This wasn't justice for him, but the beginning of a revolution for me. This year River Hale will be making history.

The principal ended up suspending Trevor and I for fifteen days, that was expected but hurt like a bitch when he said it.

“Fifteen? As in one-five?” He shook his head slowly, understanding my lack of comprehension. “But I-I”

“No buts River.” Principal Hays said calmly.

I nodded, “Understood. Excuse my defiance.”

(Number One: Respectable manners)

Hays shot me a confused, almost shocked look. Even my mom looked crazed.

Playing innocent, I questioned their amusing expressions. “What? Is something in my hair?” I began ruffling my rigged curls.

“N-no sweety.” My mom replied. “I guess we should be on our way home now, can’t remain in school looking a heap of a mess,” she said.

“Agreed,” I said to myself.

You all may be wondering, what exactly is River's plan? Well let me give you incompetent fucks the basic version.

Earn my teachers respects and make them see me as an innocent, charming adolescent who can never do anyone or thing harm while screwing Trevor and his hoodlum friends lives. Not that it wasn’t already screwed up.

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