Bad Girl In Disguise (SAMPLE) I ✔

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I have never been the type of girl to care a lot about my appearance. I don't care how much I eat or if this shirt looks good on me. Or if these jeans make me look fat. I just don't care. As long as I don't look like a hobo, I'm fine.

I taught myself not to wear rich people clothes to spite my mother. She hates me going around wearing a normal shirt and jeans. If she could, she would force me into a designer dress everyday. But she would sooner lose an eye than succeed.
This is Jesse Marks we're talking about.

But, for the first time in forever, I actually try to put in an effort in what I wear. Today is a very special day. And also, for the first time in forever, I asked for my despicable mother's help. I shushed my ego and nearly deflated it completely.

For Lucas.

"How about this one, Jessica?" she asks, pulling out a bright pink dress. It has frills and lace and I instantly hated it. I shook my head. Mother frowned and put it back in my enormous closet.

I was especially good in school today. I didn't skip any classes, much to Lucas's protests, and made sure I payed attention to teachers. Or at least, looked like I payed attention.

"This?" mother said again, pulling out a deep purple dress. It looked almost matronly with the high neckline and fully covered back. I shake my head.

I finally get up from the bed and start rifling through my wardrobe. I let my finger trail over the fabrics, cringing at the satin and lace.

I finally found something not too fancy or over-the-top. I pull it out. It is a black cotton dress, comfortable as hell. It had beautiful and intricate patterns on it made of strings of black crisscrossing over the tight bodice and covering the long sleeves. The skirt flared out to mid-thigh, but it's not too puffy.

The only thing making my mother doubt it is the exposing back. It arched down to right above my bottom, exposing my entire back.

"I like this one," I state. She looks at it critically before turning to me with a stern look on her face. She shakes her head firmly.

"Are you trying to losing your virtue before marriage? No, you are not wearing that," she says. I raise an eyebrow, daring her to say more.

It's a power game. A war playing between my mother and I since the dawn of time, or something like that. Father usually sides with me unless I am on the wrong. Mother hates me even more for it.

She raises her own eyebrow, the look in her eyes telling me to stop whatever I'm trying to do. I cross my arms defiantly.

"I'm wearing it," I say stubbornly, hugging the dress to my torso. Mother pulls out the matronly purple dress.

"No. This will look much better on you. Brings out your eyes," she says. I scoff and roll my eyes.

"Stop it with that bullshit. I'm not going to go around naked," I say. Mother looks at me with incredulity in her wide eyes.

"You might as well be!" she shrieked. I clench my jaw and unconciously curled my hand into a fist, digging my nails into my palm.

"This is exactly why I don't like spending time with you! You have no idea who I am or what I do! You don't get me! You don't even try!" I shouted. Mother looks at me with anger and hurt in her brown eyes. Eyes that look like mine.

"You are not going anywhere tonight," she says, her voice straining to keep calm. She walks out and slams the door. Then, she locks it for good measure.