Becoming the Bad Girl

Chapter One

One of the things I hate most in life is that feeling of dread you get when you do something that you know is going to make your parents mad and there's nothing you can do about it. Like right now when I was handed my report card. I had an A-minus in my math class. My mother was going to be so livid.

I sighed as the last bell rang and I packed up my things. I tried to mentally prepare myself for the drama I would encounter when I got home. My heart felt like it was pounding against my chest the tingling in my hands was beginning to make them numb. I took a few deep breaths as I walked down the hall. I ignored all the looks I got. I couldn't afford to have another panic attack in public.

My fingers slipped the first few times I tried to open my locker but I shoved my books inside the moment I did and took a few more deep breaths to calm my heart.

"Scarlett!"

I jumped at my name being called and looked around. Mrs. Spanos was waving her hands in the air frantically trying to obtain my attention. She always has a smile for me because I was one of the few students who were legitimately nice to her. Her last name is Greek and once everyone started looking up what it meant, things got pretty bad with her. Her last name meant hairless and in a school full of teenagers, well, it wasn't the best mixture. Some of the jokes I heard were terrible.

"Yes, Mrs. Spanos?" I asked closing my locker.

"Oh, I'm so glad I caught you." She said rushing over to me. She smiled warmly, "You look lovely today dear." She added casually.

I looked down at my black sheer blouse with a black tank top underneath, my grey pencil skirt and my black ballet flats. Flattery? That's unusual coming from her. My guess would be she wants something from me and knows I won't want to do it.

"Thank you. Did you need something?" I asked nicely.

"I was wondering, are you up to tutoring a student for the school?" she asked with a huge smile. One that I could easily see meant that she was desperate. "You have the school's highest GPA and it should be quite a simple task. You took this class last year." She added hopefully.

"I don't know Mrs. Spanos; I have a lot of things to do when I get home after school every day." I said honestly.

"Please? We're desperate." She said her face falling slightly. "I'll do anything."

I perked up at this, "Anything?" she nodded enthusiastically at my sudden interest. "Could you talk to my math teacher about why I have an A-minus?" I asked.

She looked confused, "But an A-minus is a very good grade." I gave her a questioning look in return. She did just say she would do anything. "Of course, I'll talk to him. You're a bright student!" She said giving in.

"Thank you so much!" I said hugging her. "So, who am I tutoring?"

"Raiden Jameson."

My face fell. Raiden Jameson; the school's bad boy who no one wanted to mess with. "You're kidding," I said simply. Why did I agree to this without asking who I was tutoring first? Raiden gave me bad vibes. I've heard the rumors about him too.

She shook her head, "I'm afraid not dear. He's failing Algebra and if he doesn't show improvement, we'll have to make him transfer schools. And as of right now, between us, no one wants to take him."

Was that such a bad thing? "Okay, I will." Why did I agree to this? What am I thinking? Apparently, I'm not today.

Her smile brightened up again, "Oh wonderful! If you ever need a letter of recommendation you be sure to call me anytime!" she turned around, "Mr. Jameson, come over here!" she shouted into the office. Boy, her attitude sure changed quickly.