"But why?" she said calmly into her phone, reaching for a cigarette and putting it between her lips. She held her phone between her shoulder and her ear, and picked out her lighter from her pocket, carelessly flicking it a number of times before she finally lit her cigarette, and inhaled deeply, then taking her phone in her palms once more.
"Immy, are you smoking again? Was that a lighter? Immy, answer me!" The man's voice echoed down the line. She ended the call. She couldn't put up with it anymore. He had always stressed her out anyway. She sighed, and then took another drag.
It would be easy to replace him, if she wished. She was a beautiful girl, but she wouldn't admit it. In reality she could get whoever she wanted to run after her. It was this that made her such a carefree young woman - she never had to think much about her actions, because somebody else would always be there to justify them.
She stood up and walked away from the wall she had just been sat on, and walked herself back to her flat, finishing her cigarette. Tonight, she decided, I'm going out.
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Bad Girl
Teen Fiction"Do you think he'll hurt you?" "No." She was a bad girl. Nothing ever hurt her. She did what she pleased. Or so they thought.
