The Bad Boy's Bad Girl

Chapter One - Baby Got Backhand

"Jay, you got hot over the summer, girlfriend! Is that bronzer?" Ashley teased her best friend as their footsteps fell in sync the first day of sophomore year.

"Don't you wish. How's your summer hookup holding up?" Jay referred to Kyle Weston, the halfback who'd been the target of Ashley's affections since freshman year. The junior athlete was switching schools this year, but had promised Ashley a night of fun on the last day of freshman year.

"Oh, my god, don't get me started. He ' forgot ' his wallet when he took me out, and so I had to pay, and when we got back to his place, he forgot to mention that it was the night of his nine-year-old brother's birthday party! A sleepover! The entire time, he just told me to keep it down while we heard balloons popping in the next room." Ashley complained.

"Well, it's a new term." Jay reassured her. "And look! You're a C cup now."

"I was so a C cup last year, Jay." Ashley flipped her hair and laughed.

"Who's a C cup?" Dylan Wright poked his head around the corner. He was the star of the Westside High School wrestling team last year, but looked like the type of person who would probably go bald in college.

"Your mom. C stands for cunt, right?" Ashley asked innocently.

"No need to be a bitch, Ash. Besides, that doesn't even make sense." Dylan snapped.

"It does if you're not stupid," Ashley coughed.

"Listen, little miss 75 pounds of highlights, you think you can just go around - " Dylan reddened.

"Speaking of 75 pounds, I thought you were supposed to be a wrestling star? That only makes sense if you're matched against the lowest weight class allowed. How does it feel, beating up virgins?" Jay chimed in.

"What you know about virginity, slut?" Dylan snapped. Ashley's mouth fell open in indignation. Jay's entire demeanor changed, and she instantly became much more menacing.

"Oh, honey, you did not!" She snarled. And then, faster than Dylan could even process, the two girls flew at him.

"Call me a slut! I dare you!" Jay hissed in his ear, slamming him against the row of lockers. A circle of students had assembled. Ooooohhh...

"Damn straight I've got highlights. I work 'em, too." Ashley said viciously before kneeing Dylan in the crotch. He doubled over in pain, and the half-circle of students started chanting, Fight! Fight! Fight!

"Oh, no, y'all, I'm above this," Ashley said as she turned towards them, taking a bow. Most people cheered. Most people didn't really like Dylan.

Jay slammed him into the lockers again, this time letting him go. He scrambled away.

"What in the name of God is going on here?" A hush fell over the crowd as Principal Hawthorn appeared. "You two young ladies have some explaining to do," he said as he pointed at them.

"Whoops," Jay shrugged as she and Ashley were led to the front office on their first day of sophomore year.