Good Girls Are Bad Girls

Chapter 1

I drove up it the school and parked my car in the lot, but before I climbed out, I dug through my bag and found the sheet of paper telling me what to do when I arrived.

I was to go into the Reception office, from which I would receive a map of the school, and my timetable. I really wasn't looking forwards to walking around the school with my head in a map, but I guess I had no choice.

First lesson - French. Easy. I'm already fluent.

I finally found the classroom, five minutes late.

After knocking on the door, I opened it and said, 'sorry, I got lost.'

The teacher looked up and indicated to a chair behind a small desk in he second row from the back of the classroom. 'Name?'

'Charlie,' I reply, sitting down quickly beside an extremely pretty girl.

'I'm Lena,' she said, pushing a lock of her long, silky blonde hair back over her shoulder, smiling with extremely red lips.

The teacher began to speak in French, and nobody in this classroom seemed to understand. It seems as though they do not want to learn, not that they are incapable.

He finally set some work - to copy and answer questions in our exercise books; the teacher had handed me one as we began. I completely the questions in only seconds; they were rather easy, though no others seemed to agree.

'Hey, Newbie,' said Lena, and I looked up.

'Yes?'

'How're you done already?'

I shrugged. 'I speak French.'

Lena arched one eyebrow. 'Go on. Answers.' She demanded.

'What?'

'Answers!' Prompted Lena. 'What are they?'

'Do your own work,' I said, raising my eyebrows.

Lena sighed, shaking her head. 'You're new. You don't know how things are here. But one thing you need to know is that this place is my castle, and I'm queen.'

'Really?' I say skeptically. 'Because I've never heard anyone relate school to a palace. It's more of a prison - and you're the prisoner.'

Lena looked at me incredulously, her jaw dropping down. 'You do not want to get on my bad side. You haven't even been here for half an hour!'

'And why's that?'

'Because!' She exclaimed incredulously. 'Here, what I say, goes. Fashion choices - what's in and what's out. Who's hot and who's not. Who's slept with how many guys, who's presence affects your social status. So you do not want me on your bad side.'

'So, I guess jeans, blue shirts and denim jackets are out, I'm an ugly slut who will make your social status plummet by association?'

'Unless you're nice to me.'

'Well then,' I said, 'seeing as I make you 'uncool' by association, you might want to sit in a different seat next lesson.'