Rutabaga Scrapped Book

BAD GIRLFRIEND (Aaron Pauley)

(BAD GIRLFRIEND, Aaron Pauley, Started: June 5, 2016)

A/N: So, once upon a time, your favorite Rutabaga wanted to write a very risqué character. All of her characters have some form of her own personality traits; being bad isn't one of them. So, to get herself in that mindset, she looked to Theory Of A Deadman. The title comes from their song; Bad Girlfriend.

In all honesty; this book will have a lot of Theory Of A Deadman references. My dad is one of the people who I think of when I listen to this group.

So, I dedicate this book to him: You said that God has a plan for me, and that my words can shake cultures. I don't think you meant this kind of writing. Or at least not the beginning part of it.

I hope you all enjoy my latest Aaron Pauley FanFiction:

Bad Girlfriend

PROLOGUE:
She's Gotta Have It

| POV: RHEA |

I LOOKED around the bar as I walked in, my long blonde hair swishing around me.

"I'm here, everybody!" I said. Everybody's attention turned to me, just as always.

"Rhea! Rhea! Rhea!" The bartender cheered. I laughed and put my arms up.

"I'm back boys!" I sang. "Round of shots on me! Open my tab up for me, fellas!" I commanded.

"Coming right up, Rhea!" Mike, the one bartender, yelled back. I wooed and sat down on my favorite barstool, pushing myself to spin in a circle. "Good day?" Mike asked, pushing a Bloody Mary at me.

"Good? Excellent day! I saw tour busses parked outside Joker's earlier. You know what that means- Everybody comes to your bar to party at night." I said with a large grin. Mike laughed and patted my head.

"You like boys who play bass, don't you?" He asked. I smirked and sipped my drink.

"Singers do it louder, guitarists do it faster, drummers do it harder, but bassist do it deeper." I said, spinning again. Mike laughed and handed me a shot. I downed it before taking another drink of my Bloody Mary.

Eventually, I was on my second one. I stood and walked away to go to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I applied more lipstick to my lips. I didn't look like most people would expect someone like me to look like. That was always my trick.

I had pretty natural blonde hair, simple makeup, a delicate nose, and soft features. I wasn't sexy, or slutty. I just looked beautiful. I wore sundresses and nice outfits. I had a good paying job. I was a nice girl at work- besides sleeping with some of them.

I don't have a sex problem. I just love casual sex. And Huntington Beach was perfect for that.

ONE YEAR LATER

CHAPTER ONE:

ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!

| POV: RHEA |

I WALKED into the bar, my dress as short as ever. Much had changed in a year. I was a new person with a new game. I looked around, my eyes scanning the crowd. I found a cute, taller, blonde haired boy in the corner, clearly a Makersmark in hand. I smirked and moved in.

"Hey there, handsome." I greeted him. He looked over at me.

"Hi." He said. His voice was music and soft. I sat next to him.