The Bad Ones

Ch. 9: Surprise!

I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Why I hit Carter, I don't know. He hurt me and pissed me off with what he said. Now, I was probably going to grow old and alone. I hated letting people in because this happened. They'd cross a line and I'd go all nuts.

Sighing, I rolled off of my bed and walked into Drey's room. No one was home because school, of course, but I just didn't want to see my room anymore. Huh. Drey's room wasn't helping so much either. I went down to the living room and sprawled out on the kitchen counter. Yeah, the kitchen counter. Maybe I'll bake ten cakes just for the hell of it, then smash them all with a bat.

Bzzzzzzzzzz

I checked my phone and internally gasped when I saw that Carter was calling. Oh, well. If he was going to yell at me, I would rather have it over the phone. "Yo," I answered dully.

"So, I'll still see you at the pool party, right? You know, since it's your house, anyway," he replied, all cheery.

I shook my head. Of course he wouldn't even care that I hit him or yelled at him. He's Carter. "You know, you're making me start to think that we should date, Daniels," I rolled my eyes.

"It's about damn time, too. What are you doing?"

"Lying down on a counter."

"Cool, I'll be over."

"No, don't-" I tried saying. He hung up on me so I couldn't finish, though. Nevertheless, I stayed where I was when he got here. "And where did you come from?"

"School. You really need to learn how to lock your front door," he frowned, pointing back at it.

I shrugged, "The only people who'd be able to get past the front gates is the group."

"Oh, right. Scooch," he pushed me aside.

"Carter, we can't fit up- Oh, we can," I raised my eyebrows when he managed to fit us both onto the counter without falling off. "Now what do you want, exactly?"

"I want to know why you got so mad yesterday. I mean, besides my dumb ass mouth. Sorry, by the way. You know I love you, princess," he said, staring at the ceiling.

I sighed and held his hand without looking, "Can't tell you yet but, I'm sorry, too. For hitting you and all that jazz."

"I expected it, sort of. I know you like the back of my hand, princess," he chuckled. "Hey, want to break into the school and vandalize Veronica's locker?"

I turned and smiled wide, "Fuck yeah, buddy."

So, we did just that. I wrote 'Fugly whore' on it as a tribute to Regina from Mean Girls, and Carer dented the hinges so it wouldn't open or close right. We were about to make things worse when we heard someone clear their throat.

"I can't believe you whore did this without me," Drey scowled, crossing her arms. "And, Bail, if you get caught, you'll be expelled!"

I shrugged and wiggled a spray can toward her, "Are you goignt to help or not?"

She grabbed the can with a smile, "Uh, duh." She spray painted 'The Bad Ones' right in the middle, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What's that mean?" I asked when she stood beside me to look at it.

She smiled and looped her arm around mine, "So, when anyone asked who did this, they'll know it was us."

I smiled villainessly, "Perfect."

<><><><><><>

"Not perfect," I frowned at the pool house. Everyone was back from school, thought Carter just stayed at my house after ditching it, and we were trying to decide what to do about Carter's fucking party.