The Bad Ones

Ch. 1: Who We Are

"We're going to be late," Amara said in a bored tone.

I looked up at her and smirked, "Do you want to let him go?"

She scoffed, "No perv touches me and gets away with it."

I nodded and looked down at the boy. "Hear that? You have to suffer before I can get my breakfast," I said sweetly. When he tried to apologize for the thousandth time, I rolled my eyes and kicked him until he cried for mercy like a little bitch.

"Sweetie, you look so fucking ugly when you cry," Dreydan laughed, flicking her still-lit cigarette onto his chest, making him squirm.

"Guys, I'm hungry and we're already late," Amara sighed. She was leaning against the alley wall, and her red hair looked like flames in the morning sunlight.

I sighed and looked to Dreydan, "Let's go."

She nodded and bent down to pinch the little perv's pressure point, making him knock out. "All set," she winked, skipping over to Amara.

I joined them and Dreydan handed me my DC skateboard, which I rode alongside them. "Shit," I cursed, checking the time on my phone.

"No time for coffee?" Amara smirked.

I pushed hard to keep my board going at their pace, and scowled, "That little dick is going to pay. I want his name and grade by lunch, got it?"

They nodded with knowing smiles. "Think Carter's working today?" Dreydan asked, lighting another cigarette. She never finished a whole stick. Smoking in itself was a waste of money. Not finishing any of the sticks was an even worse idea.

I shrugged, fixing my bag onto my back. "Who knows what the hell he's doing today. It's almost Spring break. I doubt he'll be in school much. He wants to raise enough money to plan a party at our pool house," I notified them.

"You're making him pay us?" Amara laughed.

"Fuck yeah. We had to pay for the damages to the place ourselves last time! You want to get a job? I sure as hell don't," I scoffed.

Dreydan blew smoke out of her nostrils then spoke, "As if anyone would hire us in this fucking town anymore."

We were quiet for a second, then Amara said quietly, "Wyatt would."

I shook my head, "Fuck Wyatt. He can suck my non-existent dick for all I care."

"Classy," Dreydan smirked at me.

I pushed her shoulder, "So is smoking."

She frowned and flicked away her cigarette, "Fuck off."

"I hate that smell," Amara grimaced, swatting away the last of the cigarette smoke from Dreydan's mouth.

"Deal with it," Dreydan muttered.

We stopped talking when we entered the only McDonald's within a fifty mile radius of this god forsaken town. When we reached the counter, Dreydan hopped over it to grab our food.

"Damn it, Wolfe, what the hell did I tell you about that? I can't keep wiping these counters for your ass," Greg, the manager, scolded her. Because this town was so small and quaint, this was probably the cleanest McDonalds in all of history. Whenever Drey wasn't rubbing her ass on the counters, that is.

Dreydan smiled at him and hopped back over, our bag of food in hand. "How much, manager?" she smirked.

He sighed with frustration and shook his head, "You know I won't let you pay, girls."

I frowned and slammed a twenty onto the counter in front of him. "Too bad," I said, "We're going to anyway."

He met my eyes levelly and frowned as well. "Bailey... Seriously?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.