Fire & Ice (Blackfrost oneshots)

#BadGirlxBadBoy: part 1

Angry rock music filled her room. Opening the curtains brightened her dark navy blue painted bedroom only slightly. She wore the same black ripped jeans she wore the day before.

She walked around before stopping to a shirt on the floor amongst the many other shirts. She smelled it and threw it back with a disgusted look. She moved to other shirts and finally stumbled upon her favourite. She smelled it and was glad it didn't smell like shit. This one was black and she spray-painted it with the words: 'Eat me' in a bright red colour.

She sat on the floor after wearing that shirt and leaned her back against the foot of her bed. She grabbed the pants on the floor near her and dug out a packet of Warhead sour powder candy. It was already open so she just poured some on her palm and licked gently.

"Natasha!!" She heard her mother shout. "We don't want to be late now do we?!!"

Natasha's tongue darted out again, collecting the green suger. She devoured the taste and inhaled in pleasure.

"Natasha!!"

The young redhead had a bored look on her face.

"Alianovna Romanova, get your ass down here!!"

Natasha tiredly rolled her eyes and stood up. She licked all the sugar on her palm away.

She walked to her thick heeled fat combat boots that her mother hated and shoved her feet into them. She turned off her speaker and disconnected it to her cellphone.

She didn't even bother glancing at herself in her cheval mirror. She hadn't even brushed out her tangled red hair for a few months from now. She just grabbed her black sling bag and walked out from her messy bedroom, her bed not even made.

Her chunky boots stomped on the stairs as she came down. Her redheaded mother was in her blue nurse uniform, prepared to drop off her daughter at her new school and go to work. She saw the tired scowl on her daughter's face and rolled her eyes when she looked at her boots. "I thought I threw those away in the garbage."

"Yeah. So?" Natasha grumpily spoke.

"You dug into the trash." Her mother snapped.

"Whatever." Natasha strode to the front door and walked out.

Her mother heavily sighed. "Lord, help me." She took her car keys and followed her rebellious daughter out.

They entered into her car.

"Are you nervous?"

Natasha slouched in her seat. "Nervous? Why would I be nervous?"

"Why wouldn't you?" Her mother frowned. "New school, new friends?" She started the car.

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Are you implying that I had friends in my previous school?"

The car hit the road.

"I am implying that you will make friends." She said forcefully.

Natasha snorted. "What are you gonna do about it? Open a donation where instead of money it's kids my age offering themselves for friendship?"

"I don't care how I will do it, Natasha Romanova! Somehow, some way..."

"Stop adding my last name because I'm already not taking you seriously."

Her mother shook her head. "That attitude..."

"What about my attitude?"

"I want it gone. It's why you don't have friends."