THE B.I.T.C.H CLUB

Chapter One

Taylor chewed her gum furiously, not acknowledging the annoyed students around her. She tapped her pencil against the beige single desk, her legs crossed and twirling her short wavy hair.

She looked down at her classwork, biting her lip and wondering, what the hell does this even mean?

"I don't want to do this." She huffed, softly speaking to herself, looking around the room.

Taylor wasn't exactly the brightest, her grades never changed, only if they were to go down.

She never cared about school, and she was absolutely boy crazy.

Gossip was her middle name, and drama has Taylor written all over it.

She had hooked up with her best friends boyfriend, and was hated for the entire school year.

But that didn't stop the boys that came her way.

She was continously called a slut, whore, a Total disgrace to the female population.

But did she care?

No.

She was absolutely reckless and never had a care in the world for what anyone had to say.

She was a tough chick, and she was unstoppable. Nothing could break her.

Except for her parents divorce. Taylor was so close to her dad, and he excepted her for what she was.

But she absolutely hated her mother, but she was only nice to her for her father.

She cared a lot for him, and when her parents separated, she thought it was the end of the world.

Nothing could change about the way she felt for her dad when she saw him break down in front of her mom when she had told him she wanted a divorce. He cried even more when she told him she had been cheating on him.

Ungrateful little bitch. She seethed inside.

"Miss Cook!" The professor shouted, slamming her ruler against the Tableau. "How about you stop munching on that bubblegum and answer this question for us."

All eyes landed on her, every student turning in their chair to look at her.

She tilted her head, "Um-"

"No." She shook her head. "Get up here."

Damn, she thought, They could've warned me that the professors were a bunch of assholes.

She carelessly dropped her pencil, getting up and slowly striding to the board.

"Right..." She frowned, staring at the chalkboard in confusion.

ax + by =

What the hell?

Her frowned deepened as the professer's smirk widened.

She looked back at the students who seemed to snicker at her confusion. Some didn't even care if they were being obvious.

She let out a 'hmph' sound and hastily picked up the chalk. I'll show these motherfuckers what's up.

She began to write on the board and her frown turned into a wide smile.

ax + by = cz

Boom.

She dropped the chalk in the professor's hand, rubbing her hands against eachother. "There."

She smirked, striding past every bewildered student, swaying her hips.