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Heyyyy guys here's a little imagine I've been wanting to write for a while! Hope you enjoy! Also, I won't be doing (y/n), instead I will be doing an actual name.

Songs: High enough- K Flay, and Call out my Name- The Weekend.

Psychopath. Weirdo. Bitch. Bad ass. These are the words that people call you on a daily biases. You were the town psychopath, a weirdo at your house, a bitch to Greta and her "gang", and a bad ass at school. You didn't take shit from anybody. Everyone would avoid you because they knew what you were capable of. They didn't know that you would go home and cry every night because of these names. They didn't know that no one was ever there for you. They didn't know a thing  about you. Nothing. And you were fine with that.

I wake up to a loud shattering sound. Sitting up straight in bed I realize it's just my drunk mother again. She always had some sort of alcohol in her hand, even while she was asleep. I had tried to convince her to go rehabilitate at the local  rehabilitation center, but she just drunkenly walked away. She never listened to me, or payed me any mind at all.

She must have just dropped it and it broke. I think to myself. She always does that.

Getting out of my bed, I go over to my closet to pick out an outfit for school. After all; it was Monday.

Finally deciding on a red bralette, a long-sleeved mesh top, ripped jeans, and some black army boots, I put them on and go over to my mirror. Grabbing the red lipstick and some dark makeup, I put them on too. If the town wanted a bad ass, they're going to get one. Sure this outfit was going to get me in detention; I wanted that. Detention was the only place I could think properly.

After I braid my hair, I grab my backpack and head out. School wasn't a bad place if you were me. I'm the type of person who doesn't back down from a fight, or let people hit on them. I'm called bad ass for a reason.

When I got up to the school yard, I saw Belch Huggins working on his new car. It was a dark blue Trans Am. Damnnnnnnn. The car was too nice not to compliment.

I walk up to him. "That's a kickass car."

He looks at me and smirks. "Thanks Cash."

I wink and walk away. Belch and I were neighbors when we were little, but he moved to the other side of town a little more than a year ago. We've been friends ever since. Just not as close.

I walk into the horrid school and find my locker. It was right across from Patrick Hockstetter's- a local perv. I could feel his eyes checking me out every time I walked by, but I ignored him. We never talked before, but I flip him off about everyday. Just for fun ya know?

"There's the little bitch." I hear a voice say.

I smile and turn around. "Hello to you too Greta."

She rolls her eyes. "Listen Cashmere, stop being a sarcastic little bitch, I have a message for you."

I raise my eyebrows. "Is it go fuck off?"

She smiles. "Not this time."

"Then what the hell is it?"

"It's from a secret admirer." she smacks her gum in her mouth.

"Oh?"

She hands me a note. "Here, they told me to give it to you."

I take it. "Thanks." I say blandly.

She shrugs and walks away.

Opening the note I see in cursive letters the word slut. That was it. Just the one word. I hold back my tears and throw it in the trash. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. I turn bad ass mode on again and walk to first period. Today was going to be fun.