The Bad Boy's Bad Girl

Chapter Two - Naughty Girl

"Let me get this straight - you got in a fight with the former star of the wrestling team because you think he beats up virgins?" Principal Hawthorn exclaimed incredulously.

"To be fair, sir, it wasn't much of a fight. We kind of owned him." Jay corrected.

"Ma'am, I do not think that this is the proper time to be making smart remarks!" The Principal fumed.

"Well, obviously. We're only in a school, after all." Jay mumbled.

"What was that?!"

"Nothing," Jay said, though she low-fived Ashley to where Principal Hawthorn wouldn't see it.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Girls, take a seat in the front office. I'll have to call your parents."

"They're on vacation in Cuba." Ashely and Jay said immediately, and at the same time they both thought, Shit.

Principal Hawthorn raised his eyebrows. "Well, how terribly convenient."

"I expect it isn't. You know Cuba nowadays," Ashley rambled.

He was unimpressed. "Office. Now."

Jay walked through the office door first, almost immediately colliding with one of the most attractive people to have ever graced the Earth. "Woah, there, pony," she said, taking in the feast before her eyes.

"Careful now, or you might slam another star athlete into the wall." The person of interest was about five-foot-eleven, with dark hair, beautiful, green eyes, and impossibly long, dark lashes. His strong eyebrows danced up and down once on the last word. He rolled his tongue.

Jay changed tactics immediately. She maneuvered around him so that he was practically pinned between her and the wall, and took him by his leather lapels. "Eavesdropping. Kind of a turn on." She brought her face close to his.

"Ooh, down, girl." He tapped her nose.

"Has anyone ever told you you're really sexy?" Jay whispered.

Ashley coughed. "Right here."

He looked down a little and met her eyes dead on. "Has anyone ever told you you're kind of a harlot?" He whispered back.  

"Harlot. I like that word. Talk archaic to me." Jay pulled him even closer.

"Vagabond. Rascal. Rogue." He breathed.

Jay pulled back a little. "Slut?" She tested him.

He didn't flinch. "Nah. To be a slut, it has to be easy for you to get laid." Shocked, Jay let him slither away. "You got a nice rack, though! Maybe a secretary one day!" He called to her as he exited.

Ashley took Jay's arm. "Roasted," she whisper-screamed.