Bad Girls

Changes

Author's note -

Okay, so it's been over two months since I've uploaded this story and actually, this chapter is really short and sucky, but I'm totally out of ideas. I need to find some inspiration :)

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Joelle’s POV –

“Hey, baby.” Cassie came up to me and greeted me with a long, wet kiss. I kissed her back.

“Long time.” I said, though that wasn’t entirely true. I saw her every day; it had just been a while since we’d ‘seen’ each other. If you know what I mean.

“Yeah, I know, the goddamn schedule really sucks. There’s never any time for us to meet. And those asstarded counselors are everywhere.”

“I know. How’d you get here?” I asked.

“I managed to sneak past them. So much for extra security.” She snorted. “Where are the rest of your roommates?” she asked, looking around the empty cabin.

“Well, Dylan and Emma-Lynn snuck off to one of those back tree places to make out, Ryan’s in detention, and Trouble’s…somewhere. I don’t know.”

“Ah.” She said nothing more, just a thoughtful expression on her face. “What do you think of Trouble?”

“She’s cool.” I shrugged and smirked. “She’s a load of trouble. But she’s very clever with getting away with it. She’s not a goody-two-shoes, but she’s also not a bitch.”

“While I am?” Cassie grinned.

“Yeah.” I responded, staring at nothing in particular, thinking. “And I think I just realized I don’t wanna be with someone like that.”

Cassie’s grin got smaller and smaller as I continued talking. “I know that what we have is purely physical. It couldn’t be anything else. For a real relationship, I could never be with someone like you.”

“So, what, you’re better than me?” Cassie raised his eyebrows in that cold, mean way.

“I didn’t say that. I just really don’t wanna be with someone like you, Cassie. If we stayed together, we’d get into a lot of fights and eventually break up. And then what? You’d probably be as bitchy to me as you are to Emma-Lynn.”

“That’s not true; I actually like you, Joelle!” Cassie exclaimed, but I shook my head, not bothering to listen or care.

“Bullshit, Cassie. I don’t want this anymore. I really don’t.”

I saw the hurt flash into her eyes and out again, just as fast. She had that hard look in her face. “Fine.”

She got up and walked out. I sighed and shook my head to myself. For the better. It was for the better. I took a deep breath and looked out my window, only to see Trouble, smoking a cigarette by herself. I decided to go out and join her. I got up off my ass and left the cabin, walking around it.

“Hey, T.” I greeted her. She turned to look at me.

“Oh, hey, Joelle.” She took another long breath from her cigarette. “Why did Cassie just stomp out all pissed?”

I laughed humorlessly. “That’s so like her. We just broke up.”

“Ah.” Trouble nodded. “Tell me something, does everyone go over to dating other girls here?”

I snorted. “Usually. But not in all cases. Ryan’s straight and she’s never dated a girl. Kyla’s straight too and she ran off with Samuel. Why are you asking?”

She shrugged. “Just curious.”

*

I snuck back into the cabin during “outside time” and turned on my laptop. I opened up Safari and waited for Gmail to load. Once it finally did, I logged in and saw an email from Kyla. I grinned and opened it.

‘Hey Joelle,

Thank you so much for the birthday wishes. It is pretty amazing to be eighteen. I don’t have that horrible feeling in my stomach that someone’s gonna find me out or something. Hah! You’re still only sixteen. Man, I don’t care what your parents said about ‘only one year’! You’re stuck there till you’re eighteen. Trouble sounds like…well, trouble. I miss you all, wish you could join me.

There’s a lot going on around here, Jo. I’m a mother. I’m a fucking mother, Joelle! I’m still in the hospital; actually, Sam’s right over my shoulder holding little Hayley. I’m excited to go home though. Sam’s been so great. When he’s not here, he’s either at work or finishing the baby-proofing on the apartment. I’m so scared, but so excited too.

Oh, and one more thing. I’m engaged. Don’t get on my case about being too young, okay? It’s definitely not gonna be a big and expensive wedding, although we haven’t even started planning, what with the baby and everything. Gah. It’s so much to take in. I’m so scared, man. Here’s hoping I’m a better mother than I am a daughter. Speaking of…I think I need to somehow tell my parents about their grandkid. But I don’t know, do I want them involved in her life?

I have no idea why I’m asking you all this, Jo. Sorry.

Love,

Kyla.’

I couldn’t help smiling. It was amazing how much everything had changed from when I had first come to Parker’s. Kyla had been self-confident and mysterious and always ahead of everyone else. Emma-Lynn had been a major bitch, not nice to anyone. Dylan had been a total toughie. Ryan had been having a lot of self-harm problems. But now everything was upside down. Kyla was engaged and had a baby, Emma-Lynn and Dylan were beyond lovesick and all gross and mushy. Ryan, meanwhile, was simply happy. Not to mention how much everything was turned around when Trouble joined us.

To be perfectly honest, all I wanted in that very moment…was to go home.

Emma-Lynn’s POV

“Hey you.” Dylan greeted me. I sighed and rubbed my temples. I was so not in the mood.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, seeing my face.

“Nothing!” I yelled, sliding down the wall and covering my face with my hands. Dylan came and sat by me, putting her arm around me. All I wanted was for her to leave me alone. This was a me-moment. I didn’t want anyone to be here to witness this.

“Come on, babe, talk to me.”

I shook my head and shrugged her arm off me. Anger was slowly building up in me and I didn’t want to yell at Dylan. I wish she would leave before I exploded.

“You don’t have to hide anything from me. You know you can tell me anything.”

“Get out!” I shrieked. “I don’t want to tell you anything and I don’t want you here! So why don’t you just LEAVE. ME. ALONE?”

I put my head in my hands again. I felt Dylan jerk back in shock, but then slowly she stood up.

“If that’s what you want, then sure.” She said in an emotionless tone. I heard the door close softly behind her and sobbed quietly into my knees.