How to Be a Bad Girl ✔

Chapter Twenty-Four - Nightmare Dressed Like a Daydream

~♡~Sophia's POV~♡~

-Twenty minutes before the fight-

Wow. I can't believe she really pulls it off.

Mac is now having a conversation with Mark, occasionally running her fingers through his broad chest and playing with her hair seductively. I still have no idea what she's done, but after I gave her a quick phone call, his eyes light up like Christmas. As I continue watching them from afar, my lips tug upwards into a small, proud smile.

A part of me is thrilled and proud to see my student succeeding, but the other part of me is worried; worried that she might actually take things too far. Should I stop her?

My smile slowly disappears. But... he seems like a genuinely nice guy. So... why should I stop her?

My inner battle is beginning to make my head hurt, and I figure I could really use a drink. As I head towards the bar, a sudden tap on my shoulder causes me to jump up.

When I turn around, my eyes are met with a set of beautiful, emerald-green ones that make my heart skips a beat. I scan him from head-to-toe. The tall redhead looks nothing like his usual self. Tonight, he's wearing a fitted, light-blue denim shirt—an expensive one—that shows off his amazing upper body and brings out the green in his eyes. His dark blue jeans—new ones, as opposed to his usual, ragged jeans—keep his appearance casual yet stylish.

It's definitely a step up—what the heck am I saying, a thousand steps up—from his usual look. I'm beginning to wonder why he doesn't dress like this every day, surely he'd be popular in no time.

"Little? What are you doing here?" For a second, the thought of him stalking me comes across my mind.

His lids droop a little as he stared at me, annoyed. "You asked me to come here, remember?"

"Oh, yeah." Right. I totally forgot about that. "Wait, how did you get in?"

He holds up a golden invitation in front of me. "I'm invited. Unlike you, apparently, I actually know James."

My lips curl downward slightly as my brows are knitted together, having absolutely no idea who this James is.

"The birthday guy?" he continues.

"Ahh..." I nod to myself.

"My dad and James's dad are business partners." Ah. The perks of living in a small town—especially when you're rich. Every rich kid in Southwood, Eastwood, Northwood, and Westwood seem to know each other. It makes me wonder if they have a secret club or something.

Meh. They probably do. After all, unlike me, they don't have to work for a living. All they do twenty-four-seven is probably partying, getting drunk, and spending some—if not all—of their parents' money. What a life, huh?

"So..." He tucked his hands into his pocket. "Where's Mac?"

"She's right over..." I glance at the spot where I last saw her, but she's no longer there. I quickly scan the room, searching for her, but the amount of people here makes it almost impossible for me to find her. "I'm sure she's here somewhere."

"You've lost track of her?"

"Well, I'm not her babysitter, Little," I quip. "What'd ya expect?"

Scratching his temple, he lets out a sigh. "Hey, you wanna get a drink?"

"Only if you're buying." I'm running on a tight budget, and from what I've heard, the price of food and drinks in this place is, well, clearly unaffordable by a girl like me.