The Adventures of Bad Boy & Bad Girl

3 - A Nasty Beating

*Bridget's POV*

It was finally Friday, after a long first week of school. I stood in front of the mirror, half naked, and decided to throw on a My Chemical Romance crop top with high waisted shorts and Toms. I grabbed my pencil eyeliner and applied it around my eyes, only making thin lines to keep it subtle today. I changed my nose ring to a simple diamond stud and quickly brushed my hair before walking out the door of my bedroom. I could smell burning food and rolled my eyes, rushing downstairs.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted as my mom threw burnt pancakes into the trash.

"I tried making breakfast," she replied. I laughed as I opened the fridge and took out the carton of milk. I checked the expiration date and chugged down some of it. "Bridget! That is not ladylike!"

"You're not ladylike," I said before I burped. My mom looked appalled and rolled her eyes. I put the milk back and walked to the living room to get my bag, when I noticed a man sleeping on the couch in his underwear. Another one of mom's one night stands, I thought. I stood over his sleeping body and suddenly, an idea popped into my head. I pulled a sharpie out of my bag and drew the most simple thing on his forehead; a penis. I even added some extra hair to the balls, because why not?

Before my mom noticed, or before that man woke up, I left the house and walked to the school which was about a mile away. Once inside the school, I walked down the hall to my locker and got it open. I felt eyes on me and turned around, only to see some preppy looking brunette staring me down. I rolled my eyes and chose to ignore her, deciding not to stir up trouble this early in the day. I heard whispering and slammed my locker. I looked directly at the brunette surrounded by her friends.

"Problem?"

"Yes, you," she said. I smiled and leaned closer to her.

"Good." She seemed bothered by my response but quickly regained her composure.

"Good? You're anything but, with that record of yours."

"Yeah well, with a record like mine, you should know I'm not afraid to punch you in the face," I took a step closer to her.

"I dare you," she snarled. I shrugged, raised my fist and hit her directly in the nose. She stumbled back into her friends and everyone in the hall gasped. I rolled my eyes. Please, I could do so much more. The brunette held her nose and was saying something muffled so I couldn't understand, but I didn't care. I laughed and as I started to walk away, I bumped into a tall figure.

"Ms. Chandler! To the principal's office, now!"

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I crossed and uncrossed my legs while sitting in the chair in the dull empty room designated for detention. I heard the door open, and looked up, only to see Ronnie being pushed in by a teacher, and the door slam behind him. His eyes landed on me and he smirked, walking over to sit on my desk.

"So I heard you gave a girl a nasty beating," he said nonchalantly.

"I punched her, but yes, I suppose she reacted like it was a beating," I replied. "And what're you in for?"

"Well you see, I thought I'd do something unlawful to get stuck in here with you, so we can hook up on that desk over there," he pointed to the teacher's desk in the front of the classroom. I chuckled, pushing him off of my desk.

"Cute."

"I prefer the word sexy." I raised my eyebrows in amusement and smirked. This boy sure was something. I pulled my phone out of my bag and decided to go on tumblr. Ronnie sat on the desk next to mine and stared at me. Living in this town made me used to the staring, but I decided to call him out on it.

"Any reason you can't take your eyes off of me?"

"Nice tat," he smirked. I could feel my face heat up and looked at my right side to see if he could actually see my tattoo. A bit of it was showing, since I was wearing a crop top, but most of it was still hidden by the shirt. "Can I see the entire thing?" I nodded and pulled off my shirt, leaving Ronnie's mouth agape.

"What? You said you wanted to see the rest of the tattoo..." He smirked.

"You have balls, Chandler, you really do."

"What, want me to pull off my shorts and prove otherwise?" He nodded and I rolled my eyes. "You have to buy me dinner first," I whispered. He shook his head and leaned in closer to look at the artwork. His finger traced the outline and he even tried picking at my bra, but I slapped his hand away.

"Why a lion?" He inquired.

"It means something to me."

"What does it mean?"

"Don't worry." He raised an eyebrow at me and shook his head, leaning back. I heard footsteps approaching the door and quickly put my top back on. As predicted, a teacher walked in and shook his head at us.

"I heard talking," he said. I couldn't help but stare at the surprisingly young teacher, who was quite attractive.

"You heard wrong," said Ronnie.

"Right, well I'm sure you wouldn't mind me staying here with you just to make sure."

"I wouldn't mind at all," I said in a slightly flirtatious tone. The teacher sat at the desk in the front and took out a book to read. I sighed, staring at my nails for amusement. I felt a kick on my foot and looked over at Ronnie. He made kissy faces and pointed to the teacher at the desk. "Alright, bet," I whispered.

*Ronnie's POV*

The bell rang and Bridget motioned for me to scram, and I did so, but only closed the door and stood outside of it, hiding from her and Mr. Quinn's view. Everyone knew Mr. Quinn was the student teacher that was always studying for some college exam during detention, which he was in charge of. Apparently Bridget didn't know because she seemed so enchanted by his appearance into the detention room. I watched as she stood up from her chair and went to sit on Mr. Quinn's desk.

He looked up from his book and was speaking to her. After a few more moments of speaking, he stood up from his chair and she turned around on the desk to face him completely. Her long, bare legs uncrossed and opened up as she untied his tie and pulled him closer to her. Although at first he looked unfazed by her attempts, he now looked like he was in a complete trance. Damn, she's good. Their lips finally met and I could tell he was shoving his tongue down her throat. It felt wrong watching this, but at the same time I wanted to watch her.

He kissed her neck as he undid her zipper and pulled down her shorts. She leaned back as he trailed kisses down her stomach, and then she winked at me. Holy fuck. He pulled down her panties and as his mouth approached her area I looked away. I looked down at my pants and saw I had a full on boner. I groaned and walked out of the school, and to my car. As I sat in my car I realized I was angry he got to her before I did. But, she can't possibly be a virgin anyways, right? Five days had passed and I still hadn't nailed her, since she wouldn't even pay me any mind. It was like she was completely unfazed by me, which is definitely something I wasn't used to. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out, answering this call.

"Ayy, Ronnie, my man," said Calum.

"What do you want?"

"Such a harsh tone, what happened?" Deciding not to tell him about Bridget, I stayed quiet. "Well, anyways, I just wanted to tell you that theres a party tonight at Destiny's house. You in or out?" I hesitated before answering, since after all, Destiny was a crazy bitch who was obsessed with me.

"I'm in."