Bad Girl Plays Nice

Chapter One

Chapter One

I was running as fast as I could, the cops were only a few feet behind me. Hopefully I could outrun Bridget have her take the fall for us.

My heart was pounding each step I took. I turned a corner and hid behind a dumpster.

A couple minutes I checked the area and there were no cops in sight. I pulled up my hood and started walking home. I had almost forgot about the golf club in my hand and red spray paint in the other. When I reached downtown I found a car and stuffed the club in there leaving a "bb" with a slash through it. My group's signature.

I arrived home at around four in the morning. Crawling through my bedroom window I find my cat on my bed. I dress out of my black hoodie, tights and my black lace-up boots and slip into an oversized t-shirt, hop into bed and cuddle with my kitty until I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up at nine which only meant I got five hours of sleep. I slipped out of my window to meet up with my girls. We up met in downtown behind the 21 and up night club where we always do. As usual we all brought our spray paint. My color is red which stands for my enemies blood. Just kidding it's just my favorite color. Everybody else has their own color. Bridget has yellow, Lydia blue, Melanie green, and Amanda white.

The five of us kind of ruled this town. We are known for almost half the crimes that go on.

"So did you get caught?" I shook my can.

"Yeah but I persuaded the cop to let me go." Bridget grinned and we all oohed.

"Dude that guy was like 50." Amanda said.

Bridget smiled again, "So?" We all laughed.

"So you're a senior, almost 18. That's gross."

Bridget shrugged.

I started drawing a flower on the wall while everyone else was talking. Flowers have so much life in them, so much use, but the only thing people care about is how pretty it is. Nobody ever cares about the other qualities you have, I'm that flower.

"What's the plan for tonight?" Melanie asked.

We all looked around and nobody had an idea.

Lydia broke the silence, "This bitch last night after we separated ran into me and didn't say shit so I said some things, she said some thing's as well and then I punched her in the face." Lydia shrugged, "we made a plan for her to bring her crew and I bring mine and we have a little, fight. Loser gives $1000."

We all exchanged looks. "You know Lydia, I really don't feel like giving away my money and getting a broken nose because you made a big deal out of nothing." Bridget said sounding bored yet slightly worried.

"Fine then stay home chicken, everybody else?" Lydia asked.

Everyone all nodded except for me. They all stared.

"I agree with Bridget." No one said anything. "But, us bb's have to stick together no matter how stupid the situation." I said. Everyone agreed including Bridget.

It was noon when we left our hang out and decided to go get that $1000 just in case. We all put on our ski masks, grabbed our spray paint and weapon of choice. Mine was usually a golf club. Nine iron, my personal favorite.

We drove down to the nearest gas station. And everything went by fast.

"Alright everyone put your hands up and nobody gets hurt." Lydia shouted.

We all barged in and nobody argued, especially when Lydia had a gun, a real one. Don't ask me how she got it.

Melanie and Amanda ran to the cash register while Lydia, Bridget and I threatened everyone to keep quiet and not move a muscle. But usually there is always that one guy who tries to be the hero.

"You.. Better ssstop.. Before wwwe.. Call the cops." A man in his early forties pointed at us shaking hard.

We just laughed at him, pathetic. Stupid guy thinks he can save the day. I turned around to help gather the money when the man jumped on my back almost knocking me down.

Lydia and Bridget grabbed him off of me both holding him back by the arms. I fixed myself a little before punching him hard in the stomach. I heard gasps from a few people and one kid crying. I punched again harder and the man's head hung low almost in tears. Lastly, I jump kicked the asshole in the face as he fell down unconscious.

Amanda and Melanie got the money but before we left I got out my spray paint and drew our symbol.

The cops eventually showed up but not soon enough to catch us, we made a clean get away with $1500. Now we have extra than needed.

...

It was ten minutes before we were supposed to fight the other girls and we were already at the place getting ready. Seven minutes later they arrived.

"Well what do we have here." A little mousy girl with black hair and a pink strip in it walked forward. "This your crew Lydia?"

Lydia walked closer until they were an inch apart, "yeah, it is."

Mousy, stood back a little. "Not very impressive, I overestimated you."

We all looked back at Mousy's crew, which I just nicknamed her and they were all huge. Hard to believe those beasts could be girls. They were big, and I mean big. One could probably sit on me and kill me in an instant. They may be big, but we were fast. And my jog could easily be their sprint.

Lydia and Mousy were talking while the rest of us talked strategy. By the time they were done we had a plan. On the floor Lydia and Mousy both put the $1000.

Within an instant, the fight started.