Good Girl Goes Bad

one

Chapter One

Friday. My favorite day of the week. Today is going to be amazing. I get out of bed and slip into my pink, silk robe. Then I check the time. 7:00. I turn up the volume of the song playing: Dancin' by Aaron Smith. Smiling, I walk to the bathroom, brush my teeth, wash my face, take a shower, and dry my hair, all in 30 minutes. Then I do my hair. Today, I decided to go for a half-up, half-down hairstyle and changed into my cheerleading uniform. I apply my makeup and head downstairs.

By now, it's 7:45. I smell bacon. I spot my mom sitting at the table, typing something on her laptop. She's always working. I take a bite out of the delicious bacon.

"Good morning, Tessa," my mom says.

"Morning, mom." I quickly finish my breakfast and swing my school bag over my shoulder.

"What time are you coming back from the party?"

"Around 12. Is that okay?"

"Well it is Friday, and the last day of school is Monday. So, yeah, sure," She smiles.

"Okay, thank you." I kiss her cheek, then head out the door.

On the walk to my small, red, Chevrolet Spark, I see my next door neighbor, Wesley Thomas, walking to his motorcycle. His eyes meet mine and I smile. His face is blank, then turns back to his motorcycle. At least smile back. Jerk.

Wesley has been my next door neighbor for 13 years. I'm 17 years old. Yeah, that's right. I've known Wesley since I was 4 years old. And we've probably said 3 words to each other since we met. We don't talk because we're opposites. He's the school's "bad boy." I'm the "school's sweetheart." I don't know, that's just what people call me. See, I'm popular. I get good grades. And I'm friends with basically the whole school. Even the teachers. I get along with everyone and everyone likes me. Well, at least most people do. But throughout all of this, I've never been snotty, cocky, or annoying, like most of the popular girls in movies. I've just been me. Kind, polite, friendly, and helpful. But I have flaws too. I can be a bit naive. I care way too much about what people think of me. I wouldn't necessarily call myself strong. So that's me. Tessa Mitchell.

When I pull up to my school, all eyes are on me. I step out and everyone comes up to me, like I'm some kind of celebrity. Told you I was popular.

I walk over to my friends. Maya Hall, Lisa Stewart, and Kyle Anderson. Maya is probably the one I'm closest to out of all of them. She's tall, blonde, and skinny. We call her Barbie. I'm definitely not Barbie. I'm not short, but not as tall as Maya. I have chestnut brown hair and light brown eyes. Maya is that girl that has a new boyfriend every week. Lisa is short, smart, and quiet. She has black hair and blue eyes. Maya, Kyle, and I are the only ones she talks to. She can give the best advice. Lastly, Kyle is tall, athletic, and funny. He has dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. He secretly has a crush on Lisa, but Lisa is oblivious. He made me swear not to tell anyone, which is really annoying because they would make the cutest couple. I haven't really asked Lisa what she thinks of Kyle. I should probably do that sometime soon.

"Hey girl, how are you this fine morning?" Maya asks.

"Hey guys! I'm good, I just can't wait until this school year is over. I want senior year to start already."

"Same. Then after that, we'll be off to college!" says Lisa.

"Yeah, you will. I'll probably be stuck here for ten more years," Kyle adds.

We start walking into the building. The bell is about to ring any minute now.

"Don't say that Kyle. We will all graduate together. I can help you with whatever you need," I reply.

"Always the optimist," Kyle smiles. "Thanks, Tessa."

The bell rings. "No problem. I gotta get to class. See you guys at lunch!" They all wave back at me and disappear into the crowd.