'Good' Girl (5 Seconds of summer)

Good Girl?

Ali's P.O.V

  "Camiel?!" Piper asks in shock.

  "What are you- oh my god it is..." I stare at the girl who I thought I knew.

  The girl I knew was a good girl. She dressed quite preppy and had blonde hair that naturally curled just below her shoulders. Flawless tanned skin. Yet, she was wrongly accused as a whore.

  This girl was not my friend. She was bad. She wears a purple spaghetti strapped tank top that's ripped up with safety pins all over it. Her cleavage was showed overally too much. She had a fishnet shirt, also completely ripped, underneath the tank top and a black spiked choker collar. Her pants were black leather. Her belt was studded and she wore a matching studded bracelet. Her hair was completely black and her makeup was too dark for anyone's liking. She's become pale and it's obvious she hasn't been out in the sun for more than a few minutes this past week. She was a whore.

  "Camiel! Hi I thought you were dead. It's great to see you though!" I say as she walks past me.

  Camiel's P.O.V

  I walk down the sidewalk and people gather around to see me. They all made a pathway for me to walk, though.

  I stay looking forward, emotionless. My arms and legs burned from working out so much this past week.

  "Camiel! Hi I thought you were dead. It's great to see you though!" My old friend Ali says. I remain emotionless and keep walking forward. I get into school and people slam themselves against their lockers for me to get through. Everyone was whispering about me. I also got cat calls and called names.

  The only footsteps you hear in the hallway are mine from my knee high black platform boots. Then, you hear the clicking of heels behind me. Lindsey.

  "Oh look now Camiel is actually fitting her slutty image! Glad to see you're becoming yourself," She giggles. I keep walking without missing a single step with my eyes straight ahead, ignoring her comment.

  "I feel bad for your future kid, though," She mentions. This makes me stop in my tracks but I don't turn around.

  "I mean they'll have to grow up with a whore, crack addicted mommy like you did!" She laughs. I turn around and stare at her.
"I guess they'll turn out exactly like you. A little whore who's been left by her daddy because he hates her and shares drugs with their little old mommy." That's when I snap. I run towards her and tackle her to the ground.

  I grip the sides of her head and bash it against the pavement more times than I could count. She tries to fight back but I have her arms pinned down with my knees. I get up off of her and yank her up. Her bright brunette hair is stained with blood now.

  I take the back of her head in my hand and slam it against the lockers. I feel myself pulled away from her by someone. I spin around to see Mark holding me back.

  "What the fuck are you doing Cam?!" He shouts at me. I push him away and look back to see Lindsey lieing on the ground trying to catch her breath. Tears are rolling down my face and she slowly turns her head to look at me.

  "You're a crazy ass bitch. I guess the drugs really got you." She just doesn't know when to stop. I take out two knives and shove each one through her shoulders so I know her arms can't move. She screams in pain and I repeatedly punch her in the face.

  I don't know why I'm doing this and I don't know how long I was punching her far but when I stop she's limp and lifeless. I fall onto the ground and bawl my eyes out.

  "Alright alright everyone nothing to see here get to class," I hear. I look up and and see two police officers pulling me to my feet. Paramedics take care if Lindsey and I look behind me and see her parents standing there crying. How long was I beating her?

  "C'mon lady. You just committed a horrible crime," one of the officers say. As I walk down the hallway with the officers forcing my arms behind my back, I see Mark standing there with a smirk on his face.

  "I knew you'd break sometime. Say hi to Hood for me," he laughs. What did he mean by that?