GoodGirl BadGirl

Chapter 1 l

Chapter One - Hey teacher's pet! Draw me like one of your French girls

Katerina POV

The music was low, but the bass could still be felt thumping through the walls, the lights were down, and the room filled with sweaty, stinky teenagers, but they were all staring at me laughing like the hyenas from Lion King. With their mouth wide open and their goofy faces some of them could even pass off as hyenas. But why were they staring at me? Was there someone behind me? Or was it something I was wearing? Feeling self-conscious I looked down only to see that my clothing or in this case lack of clothing was all gone. The only bit of dignity I had left, were the leaves covering my private parts.

OhmyShakespeare! Where the hell were my clothes?! I squeaked and instantly tried to cover myself up more, but there was nothing to be done. I was on show, naked as the day I was born. My cheeks inflamed as my eyes began to tear up and shame and disgust coursed through my veins.

The music abruptly stopped and restarted in full blast playing One Directions 'Best Song Ever'. No, no, this was not the best song ever, this was the worst! My poor ears were not accustomed to this type of music, and I couldn't even protect them from the boys screeching, I mean singing. Hey don't get me wrong, I think the boys are great and all, but the music they make was just not my cup of tea. Oh Newton, this could not be happening!!

I desperately searched around, trying to find an exit or some sort of material to cover myself up, but everywhere I looked there were hordes and hordes of teenagers, all looking at me and laughing in hysterics.

All of a sudden there was a flash, than another one, than another and another, someone yelled "hey teachers' pet, draw me like one of your French girls" and more laughter erupted. I screamed for them to stop all this, but all I got was more laughter in return.

Where was my knight in shining armour when I needed him?? Why wasn't he saving me when I needed saving? I mentally cursed my 'supposed boyfriend' in Spanish and began searching  for that familiar mop of dark hair, he was so going to hear from me when I found him. To my disappointment I was met with a sea of unfamiliar people, all pointing at me with their phones.

I swear on Albert Einstein's grave, when I get out of this mess, I'm going to break each and every one of those phones I thought in anger. I tried to move backwards but was only pushed more forward. Damn football players and their inhumane strength! They began chanting something, at first I ignored them and searched for a way out, but then someone began throwing money at me. Quarters, and dollar bills all began to shower me from different directions. What the hell?! 

To my right was a girl who looked freakishly like Miley Cyrus in the VMAs, from the two little lumps sitting on top of her head right down to the nude bra set. She began to pull on my leaves but I smacked her hand away "No, no that is not for you to touch" I scolded her, but she like the others answered me with laughter.

"Take it off! Take it off!" the chanting grew, the boys hollered and the girls sneered, "Please, no, don't do this!" I shouted to anyone who would listen.

But being the drunken induced teenagers they were, they yet again ignored me. Slowly the crowd began to close in on me, swarming me like the zombies of The Walking Dead. Hands grabbed out trying to grip any part of me, I tried to push out, I tried to scream, to kick, punch, do anything in my power but there was no use. I was a goner.

I woke up with a jump and looked down at myself and started patting my clothes to make sure that they were securely on my body and had not decided to do a disappearing act. It was only a dream, a stupid, horrendous dream, a terrifying nightmare, or a daymare? I shook my head trying to shake the remains of it out. After I felt that was safe with all my clothes on and not in that horrible party, I let out a long sigh. It was going to be a long day.