[20] Bad Girl.

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Riley's POV.

I'm dressing myself as a bad bitch and no one will be bothering me from today on. I'm going to be a bitch and not let my heart be a toy of anything. In order to succeed my bitch attitude I'm going to dress like one too and I'm the new Riley. The old one has died in shame and the new me replaced her.

I look through my closet for bad girl clothes, I swear I had a few pair of outfits. But I can't seem to find them, I swear I had seen these clothes just three days ago. Oh got them, I was looking at the wrong place. I put it on and look in the mirror. 

I make my way to my bathroom and grab my makeup, I put eyeliner on my eyes and dark eyeshadow

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I make my way to my bathroom and grab my makeup, I put eyeliner on my eyes and dark eyeshadow. I put on a dark shade of purple lipstick and make my hair messy in a high ponytail. I'm looking like a goth but who cares.

I pack my backpack and make sure I have of course all my books but I'm going to be an annoying bitch, I'm going to get myself in detention and show the world the good Riley is gone. She is also never coming back, I'm a bad girl and I'm never going to change back.

I pack a small mirror and the necessary makeup for the retouch, I sneak to my brothers room and see he is still not home, I sneak in and open his condom drawer, taking one out I rush out of his room. For in case I'm going to have to use it.

I walk down the stairs to the kitchen, my parents are already cooking breakfast. I grab a granola bar and grab a cup filling it with water. I sit down on the barstool and look at my parents. They are staring at me and my outfit.

'what are you staring at, I'm not naked.' I said a bit too harsh but I don't give a shit about anyone anymore. So this is me and suck it up, will you? They fix their eyes at each other before looking back at me.

'Riley, get changed now. We don't want you to walk around like a hooker. Now.' My father roared at me but I was not changing for anyone. I looked at him and stood up.

'I don't do what other people tell me.' I said and walked away from them with my backpack hung over my back, walking to the garage. I start my motor and leave. The roar of the motor and off I am on the road, the helmet lets the lower part of my hair blow in the wind.

What do they think ordering me around, I'm not a puppet or a doll they can throw around. I see trees pass me and I stop in front of a big tree in the woods. I sit down doing nothing than sitting down and thinking about what life has in store for me.

I'm for sure going to over power every bullshit life throws be because I'm not going to worry about anything. My life will be reckless and a life full of fun. I'm going to go to parties and come home late, I'm going to get myself wasted and live life to the fullest.

I think I'm going to be just like Lucy, I'm going to show that a bad girl doesn't have to be a whore. I'm not going to be a carefree spirit that only drinks and gets drunk and goes to parties to fulfill all her drinking dreams, I'm going to try and get in a club.

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