The Bad Girls of Hallandale High School

Vixen

All dressed in my black outfit, I walked across the street to the schoolyard where my best friend was. Her black hair was pulled in a messy braid, one clearly messed by a man she clearly had done before getting to school. That same man was still around her, smirking and whistling every now and again when he saw her ass or if she purposely moved it to tease him. She smirked at me and blew me a kiss, everyone knew that Veronica and I owned one another. No one was allowed to date one of us if the other didn't approve of it. But one nighters and quick fucks were allowed. But no dad fucking. I drew the line at that, no one needed to fuck my father, bad enough he fucks himself shitfaced with his alcohol.

"Baby, ya missed me fucking Tommy, dude came so easily!" Veronica laughed and kissed my lips gently before we sat down and she went on about Tommy's large stick and how it wasn't as she had dreamed, but a bit more. That was girl code for it was pathetic and horrible. Poor guy didn't know how bad he really was. "Anyhow, party Friday, ya going?"

"Test, remember? Gonna get my license and hopefully if I pass, big daddy Matty will let me go," I smirked, brushing my girl's hand and smiled at her. Veronica has been my friend since childhood and we're not ashamed to show our affection. Normally at some parties we'll fuck one another in front of everyone and let a couple guys join in. Only two though, no need men to feel greedy with us.

The bell rang and everyone began to hightail it in school, we followed more leisurely and with our hands gripping onto one another. We were pretty stoked that we'd be having each other's father as teachers. Veronica would get my father, Mr. Sanders and I'd get her father, Mr. Walker. Damn, she had a hot father and that man knew how to make any woman swoon, I swoon but he knows that Veronica and I vowed to have no dad fucking. Our fathers really agree with that rule.

Coming to the classrooms, we kissed one last time before we entered our assigned classes. These were the two classes we didn't have together. Mr. Walker stood at the board, writing today's assignment and class schedule as everyone took their seats. I took mine and sighed, I had direct line of sight to Mr. Walker's everything. His ass, his face, hell, even his lap was in perfect view for me. Fucking hell, there goes my dad fucking vow out the window.

"Role call!" Mr. Walker said, his voice was like velvet, I hated velvet cake it just tasted wrong to me, especially with cream cheese frosting. He skillfully went through our names until he smirked and skipped over mine. A few kids said that he didn't call my name. "No need, I know Vixen quiet well."

I got some looks, but then remembered that Mr. Walker's daughter is Veronica who happens to be my best friend. A couple girls watched Mr. Walker while he wrote on the board and taught. I stared but I knew I couldn't touch, that didn't stop those girls though, all they wanted was to touch Isaiah. Girls, Isaiah is taken. Veronica would kill ya and so would I if you touched that man! Each one received a glare before Isaiah called on me.

"Mind if you told us why you're glaring at some girls?" Isaiah was oblivious to the fact that he had admirers and both Veronica and I knew about them pretty well. "Well?" He was growing impatient if he said the word well like that.

Rising to my feet, I took a few steps to Isaiah. "Sure, four whores are looking at Veronica's dad like they want to bang him. But that would cost him his job and their lives." Isaiah knew how territorial Veronica and I were over our fathers, I was more violent prone than she was but she could hold her own in a fist fight. All of ours end in a no contest as we both end up having to be pulled apart by our fathers.

Isaiah heaved a sigh and pointed to my desk, I sat back down and listened to him teach. The bell rang and signaled the end of class. "Read pages fourth-five to sixty!" He said as the kids began to leave, I was the last to leave as I sent Isaiah a quick glare. "Don't tell Veronica," he pleaded and I snorted, nodding.

I didn't stay for a thank you and quickly met up with Veronica. She was frowning a bit before wrapping her arms around me and smiled, kissing my cheek. We hurried off to our next class, gossiping about two girls whom we called Blondie and Redhead. We didn't care to learn their name as they were enemies and whores at the same time. Redhead hates Veronica and Blondie hates me. She hates me for many reasons, one was that I made her cum when her boyfriend couldn't. Since then, she's been dating Redhead as she's found women are more easier to make her cum the men.

We entered our class and sat down, smirking at me a bit. We stroked one another's thighs as we sat waiting for class to start. "Care to keep that horrid thing to yourself?" A man said, snapping a glare at us, his cross necklace clearly showing. I looked at Veronica before leaping over my desk and grabbing him by his necklace.

"Care to not believe in a rape religion?" I spat, glaring him down, a few kids quickly pushed in between us so a fight wouldn't ensue which would obviously have me as a winner. "Rapist!" I spat a wad of saliva at him before sitting back down beside Veronica who kissed me hard. She knew how to calm me and that was with her lips.

The bell rung and we parted, sitting back to listen to our teacher but also to lean against one another with a bright smirk on our lips. We were openly doing this to harass the bastard who thinks he can spit on our sexuality. Well, I spit on his religion. My mother's family was devout catholic, dad and myself frowned upon it and he quickly despised it after finding out about the rape I had found as a young child. Since then, it's a rape religion to us. Veronica and Isaiah even agree with our views.

Veronica rubbed my arm and smiled at me before removing her arm to take notes. Math was one of my strong suits as Dad would help me with it. He was a whiz at math but choice English literature as his calling, as did Isaiah. A few people began to eye us oddly before the religious boy stood up and the his textbook at us. Sadly he was a poor shot and stood there in awe of his miss. Veronica and I looked at each other before I hopped onto my desk swiftly.

"Ya gonna fight me?" I snarled, glaring him down, "then come at me!" I challenged and when he aimed for my legs, I leaped over to the desk in front of me with a smirk. "Come on, your fighting against a Vixen Sanders! I'm a bad girl for a reason, dipshit!" I took another leap away from his attack before hopping to the ground. A swift kick to his jaw and he was on the ground in shock. He stared at me and I sighed. "You know, I've been I bloody fistfights with football plays and won them, a text book and some arm sweeps aren't going to harm me."

"Vixen, take your seat please and thank you for not going crazy," our teacher heaved as a few students went to religious boy's aid. I sat back down and smiled at Veronica who praised me for my control, I shrugged and ruffled my air.

"You'll get your fix soon enough, Redhead and Blondie are itching for a fight, their latest tweet says they're gonna hunt us down." The smirk that surfaced made me look almost sadistic, Blondie and Redhead would learn who the queens of this high school was and it'll be fun.

The smirk that sat in Veronica's lips made me kiss her with a heated passion, that passion faded when the school bell rang. It would be nearly time for the fight and I couldn't wait at all. Fists will fly for sure.