Everyone Likes the Bad Girl

If You Were Me, You'd Also Be Smoking Hot

        Hi babes :)

        I will probably be posting a new chapter every day for about a week or so. I'm glad you guys have been enjoying the story, and in all honesty, I never thought I'd get past 50 reads for a story of mine.

        I'd also like to address the fact that I'm in love with Daniel and I know you've only really seen his bad side, but trust me, you guys are going to love him too

        I'll stop bothering you guys now ^-^ have fun reading the story!

        Oh, and just to warn you, this chapter has some slightly mature content, but nothing too bad. Feel free to skip it if you feel uncomfortable reading that.




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        I woke up abruptly to my phone ringing. Groaning in irritation, I mumbled a few swear words and blindly grabbed for my phone. After a few seconds of me smacking my nightstand for it, I finally grabbed it and pressed the answer button.

"What?" I snapped, with annoyance and drowsiness clear in my voice. I glanced at the clock to see that I had somehow slept till 3 in the afternoon.

"Sera?" His voice spoke. "It's Dalton. Did you just wake up?"

No shit, Sherlock.


"Oh, yeah. What's up, babe?" I spoke, removing any hint of irritation in my voice.


"Nothing, really. It's just that, uh, it's-it's Saturday, and my parents just left. I thought maybe you'd want to come over?" He stammered. This shy side of Dalton is really starting to annoy me.


"Sure, hun. I'll be there in a bit." I faked excitement and hung up the phone. After a few minutes of laying in my bed and gathering the courage to finally slip out from under the silk sheets, I sat up and dangled my feet on the end of the bed, and slowly stood on my feet. Stretching and sweeping my naturally wavy hair out of my face, I walked to the bathroom and started to get ready.

        About a half hour later, I had my makeup, my hair, and my outfit done. I decided to leave my hair in it's natural state today and did a light smokey eye, with my black oversized sweater and washed out jeans finishing the look. After shoving my feet into a pair of black combat boots, I stepped downstairs and ate an apple before I grabbed my keys and trotted over to the spacious garage. In there was my baby, otherwise known as the 2014 Camaro. I let my hand drag on the hood as I walked across the front and admired the black beauty. Eventually, I sat in the drivers seat and pulled out, the garage door automatically opening and closing for me. The Camaro easily hit 50 like it was nothing, and I sped through the streets in a blur until I caught sight of Dalton's house. Effortlessly, I pulled in and parked. Within seconds, I was at his front door, knocking. After a minute or so of impatient waiting, he finally came to the door.


"Hey Ser-" he started, but he was interrupted by my lips crashing onto his. After a second of him being surprised, he finally kissed back, and I moved us into the house. At one point, we had to pull away, in order to catch our breath.


"Hello to you, too." He joked. I ignored him and pushed him onto the couch.

"I don't feel like talking." I whispered in his ear as I pressed my hips against is. He smiled and I kissed him again, then pulled back and threw off my shirt, and went back to kissing him. He let out a moan as I slid my hands down his chest and to the edge of his shirt, which I tugged to tell him, take it off. He seemed to understand the meaning of the notion, seeing as he pulled away from our kiss and quickly slid off his shirt as well. Within seconds, we were fully naked.