Bad Girls Playbook

Broken hearted

Eyes being glued on me was normal for me, people are always looking at me. Today I felt sick. I knew why they were staring. I tried my best to hide it but sometimes it just isn't enough.

The last thing I remember from the party was me chugging the Platinka. I woke up on the Saturday that followed with a text from Austin. "We're done Virgin Mary" those words cut through me like a knife. He had never been so mean to me before. A part of me was happy he had broken up with me but most of me was heart broken. It was Monday and everyone already knew about the breakup. I was not going to be the victim of this breakup. No I was not going to go down with out a fight.

I walked through the grass with a large smile plastered on my face. I will not show them that I am defeated. I am the bad ass Bailey that everyone wishes they were. I will not go down without a fight.

I make my way through the field to our table. Jezabelle already holding out coffee in my direction. I sat down taking a big gulp of the cool refreshing beverage.

Today was hot. Too hot. It reached a little over 100*F. I was glad that I had ditched my leather jacket for a thin cut up crop top, my thick black jeans for my black high waisted shredded jean shorts and my black heals for my worn down old combat boots. I had thrown my hair up in an extremely lazy messy pony tail/ messy bun thing. Today was going to be long.

I see him across the lawn. Dark wash jeans and a light grey v neck. He wasn't alone. A blond haired girl was attached onto his arm. "Carlie" I sneered. "Who the hell does she think she is?" Just then they begin to walk our way. They walk past us, Carlie smirking right at me. They sit at the popular table. I just roll me eyes.

"He dumped me to be with the fucking populars!" I laughed shaking my head. "Every one knows that the populars are dumbasses! He is a fucking trader!" I was practically yelling this wile laughing. This was unreal and I was no longer upset with our breakup.

I happily walked to class after lunch with a skip to my step. It was the last class of the day and I took my seat in the back. It was my photography class. My favorite class of the day. We were editing the photos that we had taken over the weekend. I went into my bag and grabbed my Cannon T3I. I quickly placed my SD card in the computer and began to upload the mass amount of photos.

Slowly I begin to flip through the photos. There were some good ones. I particularly liked a photo I had taken of Jezabelle. She was leaning against a wall with bright red graffiti I was sitting looking up at her when I had taken the picture. She had her hand down in a failed attempt to try and cover the lens of her presence. Her hair was messy and the light hit her green eyes perfectly. Her eyes smiled yet her mouth was parted into a yell with slightly upturned lips. She looked great in her jeans and her over sized flannel.

"Great work Bae" a deep raspy voice cooed behind me as his hand rested on my shoulder.

"Thankyou Mr Gradler." I smiled as I opened the editing soft wear and started editing the photo.

The rest of class ended in a blur. I ran out into the parking lot to get my bike. I rode a black and red Harley. When I got to my bike I froze. How could he had told them? How could he had been so mean? On the bike covered in red foamy goop was the painful words "Virgin Mary". I run away from the bike as fast as I could. I could feel tears burning in my eyes. How could he? I ran through the parking lot. I spot my brother.

"B we need to leave." I say. He looks over to me and sees the pain in my eyes.

"What happened?"

"We. need. to. leave." I snarl

We jump in his old yellow soft top jeep. It was only till we were out of the crowd of people that I let my tears free. Why? Why did he have to do it? Why?

Rule number three. Never let someone see you cry.