School sucks.
The only thing that sucks more than school is the people who go with it. Namely a two faced sweethearted bitch.
Or more common alias: Ashley.
Ashley is the all American sweetheart blonde haired bimbo who sleeps with any guy above her in the social ladder.
A real charmer if you ask me.
But if you ask Ashely, you shouldn't ask me anything. I'm what you'd consider the social outcast of the school. At least that's what I think they call me now.
"Hey freak! You're blocking my locker!" Ashley hissed.
I rolled my eyes, rummaging around in my locker. "And you ,Ashley dearest, are blocking all the brain cells that make a person intelligent," I muttered.
"Whatever loser! Just get out of my way," she snapped.
I looked up from my locker, raising an eyebrow at her short skirt that left very little to the imagination. "Oh honey...did they mug you again?" I asked sweetly.
She frowned, confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Well I mean...that skirt can't intentionally be that short so they must have cut it off and used to other half to make a shirt for some other slut," I purred.
Her face burned with pure rage and she slammed my locker shut.
"Now that wasn't very nice..." I sighed.
"You had better learn your place and quickly freak. Because I can make your life a living hell," she hissed.
"Ashley, the fact that you're standing so close to me with your morning breath makes my life a living hell already. And is that a zit I see forming in the middle of your ginormous forehead?" I asked, pretending to squint.
She slapped her hand to her forehead, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' as she scrambled away.
I chuckled, turning to open my locker again.
"That was pretty harsh. Wasn't she just trying to get to her locker?" A deep male voice asked.
"Her locker...is down there," I smiled, pointing one hall down.
"Still...did you really have to play into her insecurities like that?"
I spun round and came face to face with a handsome grey eyed devil.
More well know alias: the schools resident bad boy, Damon Dark.
Yeah. Like the batman character.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I asked, giving him a blank look.
He grinned widely, his perfect lips pulling back to reveal snow white teeth.
"You're hot," he grinned.
I rolled my eyes and looked at him coyly.
"Bite me," I replied.
He licked his lips and grinned, his eyes wondering down my body.
"With pleasure."
"In your dreams rich boy."
He stalked closer, his eyes glittering dangerously.
"Look at my life sweetheart. My dreams come true," he smirked.
I put my hand on his chest, stopping him.
"Maybe next time. But not today."
"Oh please. We both know that you'll play hard to get, because you're the good girl and I'm the bad boy, but let's face it: in about a week you'll be squirming under me begging for more," he smirked.
"First off: I'm not playing hard to get. I would totally sleep with you. The only problem is you're a douche and I don't do douches. Second off, the only way you'd ever- and I mean ever- get me squirming under you is when I'm buried six feet under and you walk over my grave, giving my dead lifeless body an excuse to haunt you. Get it?" I said, smiling fakely.
He watched me, then smirked, running a hand through his hair. "You are so playing hard to get. And I dig it babe. It'll make sleeping with you even more fun. I like feisty woman."
"Yeah and I like Prince Charming," I snapped.
"Then I'm perfect for you," he winked.
I laughed. "Hon, you're still looking a little too much like a beast for me."
"A beast in bed."
"And a moron in reality. Now go suck face with someone who wants to," I replied, shutting my locker.
He watched me as I left and I rolled my eyes as he whistled in approval. "Nice ass!" He catcalled.
"Keep looking at it! Cause that's all you're ever gonna do!" I shouted.
He chuckled and the bell rang. "See you after school babe!"
"Uh-huh. Oh and that whole good girl thing? I'm the baddest girl you'll ever meet dumbass," I said, turning around and sticking my tongue out at him.
He watched me and then a smile dawned on his face as he whistled a cat call.
Bad boys were such a pain in the ass. But what would the world be without them?
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Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy
Teen Fiction"I think you've mistaken me for someone who's going to fall for you." "And I think you've mistaken that sinking feeling in your chest for hatred." I closed my locker, raising an eyebrow at him. "Oh? then what is it?" He smirked at me, putting his a...
