Bad Girls Have More Fun

Maybe i'm just one of the boys

We all know that the first day of school is overrated right? Those girls in their ridiculous ballet flats with knee high socks and skirts so short you could see their asses. No not underwear, asses. Sometimes i wonder if they ever even wear underwear. And their shirts are unbuttoned so far their tits are falling out. Yeah them girls. Isn't that just defeating the purpose of a school uniform? And honestly we all know their tits aren't that big. Its all the padding in their bras. The worst part. The squealing when they see their friends again. Honestly how high pitched can they make their voices. You can hear it half way across the school. It's like a contest to see which girls can get the most attention. Thats why they dress like hookers and cake on their make-up. At least thats my opinion. I mean come on, you've already fucked half the guys here so who are you trying to impress? Thats why i skip out on the first day. Sometimes the whole first week, like this year. I show up when i know everyone has settled down and they've all had their first day excitment at seeing who got hotter, which girls got fatter, which new teachers there are. So today is my first day back, which i dont mind because i know my mates will be there. Our uniform sucks. Thats what i think anyway, the disgusting grey and black striped skirt and the white blouse. I never wear it. Today i decided on black skinnies instead, and a white polo shirt. The teachers had given up on making me wear my uniform a long time ago. I laced up my leather boots and grabbed my bag before making my way to the kitchen for breakfast. My sisters were still sleeping so i made sure to be as quiet as possible. Rummaging through the fridge i found last nights pizza and decided to eat that. Grabbing two slices and a bottle of juice, i made my way to the lounge room to grab my smokes before leaving. Locking the door behind me i shoved the pizza in my mouth and jumped in my car. The drive to school was quick. Walking through the gates i saw the usual sight. All the couples making out on the benches places around the courtyard. The boys playing handball, the new year 7s walking around wide-eyed in search of their friends. I hated everything about this place. Repositioning my bag on my shoulder i made my way down the many flights of stairs to the oval. I already knew where my friends, Adam, Rick, Jaye, and Luca would be. We always sit in the same spot, and everyone knows to stay away from their. Walking across the oval i noticed the looks of disgust i was getting from the 'popular' kids. It didnt faze me though. I'd been with the same kids since year 7. 5 years later and not much had changed. The only difference we were seniors now, two years away from finishing high school.

"Sup guys" I greeted as i sat down in between Luca and Jaye.

"Hey Stace, havent seen you in a while" Adam said, crushing out his cigarette and throwing me a wink.

"Thats because you've been two busy finding new girls to screw around with" Rick stated, causing as all to laugh.

The boys continued their usual banter as i sparked up a smoke and took a drag. It was always like this with us, we teased each other to no end but it was always playful.

We had all met in year 7, back when we were wide-eyed and innocent, now in year 11 we weren't innocent anymore. Jaye was you're typical blonde haired, bown eyed, motorcycle riding, leather jacket wearing, tattooed bad boy and the girls loved that, but he never dated any of them. Luca was more of a peircing and tattoo kind of guy, he had snakebites, spiderbites, his eyebrow, and his nose peirced. He had black hair and sky blue eyes, honestly one of the hottest guys here. His flaw though? He was a major player. Rick and Adam were more tame, if blue hair can be considered tame. They always dyed it the same colour. There was a bond between those two that was impossible to break. Truly. Rick had screwed Adams girlfriend last year and they are still as close as ever. I dont think i would ever understand that. Then there was me. I guess i was never your typical girly girl. With faded purple and pink hair, eyebrow, tongue, nose, and lip peirced, and tattoos. I never really got along with other girls.

The bell rang to signify roll call but we all stayed where we were as the other kids on the oval made their way to the designated classrooms. We always did this, waited until roll call was over then went to our first class. It made skipping classes easier. Which we did a lot, as our school was located beside a rather bushy hill. Presidents Hill. Why they named it that i have no clue. All the kids that smoked cigarettes or weed would go their in the mornings and break times. Me and the guys usually went up there when we didnt feel like going to class, which was a lot. The place was full of bonghuts, most groups had their own but their were communal ones that everyone went to. The best one was definitely, House. It used to be an actual house but someone set it on fire a while back and they never rebuilt it.

Another bell went pulling me out of my thoughts. Groaning we all stood up to make our way to class. I said goodbye to the boys, who all had engineering studies, and made my way to woodwork. One of the few classes i enjoyed. As i walked into the classroom, Mr Miller gave me a smile.

"Finally decided to show up this year Stace?" He asked teasingly

"Yep sir. I thought you might have missed me"

He laughed at that. Mr Miller is one of the few teachers that actually like me. He believes that maybe i'm not as bad as the other teachers say.

"Well Stace, i wouldn't say that, but class certainly was boring without the trouble maker"

Smiling at him cheekily i made my way into the workshop. Every year i have a work bench to myself being the only girl in the claasd but today there was a boy i'd never seen standing there. I stopped short and looked at him, when he looked up and me my jaw fell open. Oh My God, he was attractive.

Okay, im aware this probably sucks but bare with me, it will get better, i promise. I hope that people like this story, i have no real plan for it, i just got the urge to write. So i did. There will be parts of this story containing mature content further on. I'm putting this warning in now, just to give you guys a heads up because they may come sooner than expected.

Twitchy xx