No More Ms. Nice Girl

No More Ms. Nice Girl Chapter Two

I gulped. That girl.... that girl in the mirror. She seemed so familiar, yet so unfamiliar. On the outside, she was the girl, everyone thought she appeared to be. But in the inside, she could be a complete stranger. She'd spent three hours crying that night. She'd had another nightmare. The nightmare that haunted her. But it wasn't just a dream, because soon that dream would become reality. And he would pick her up, and take her away from the only people who cared for her.

I stood there in the mirror. Tracing over the purple bruises that had formed on my arms, and legs. I tried to take a shower, to erase all marks of his touch from my body, but I couldn't. His touch, was forever left with me. Everytime he grazed my body, it left a permanent mark there. An invisible mark that I was only able to see. And the way he looked at me... as if I were some type of lunch, that he just had to devour.

I couldn't look anymore. I could feel the salty tears rolling off my cheeks, the same salty tears that he'd created on the night.

I slowly grabbed a long-sleeved shirt, which would cover up the marks. And a pair of skinny-jeans, and flats. I wiped away the tears, applying water-proof mascara, and a little eye-liner, throwing in my studd earings. I took a deep breath, grabbed my backpack, and put up the best fake-smile I had ever created. The one that fooled everyone... but Rachel.

As soon as she met me at my doorstep, and took a glimpse at my face, she said. "Weekend at Medusa's house." I nodded, glumly. "What's the new damage." She asked, but without even asking, she pulled up my sleeves, and her mouth dropped. "I--I--I'ts nothing." I quickly said pulling my sleeves down. "Now close your mouth, here he comes." I warned her, as my boyfriend Taylor's red Ferrari pulled up.

I still wasn't really used to saying boyfriend. I couldn't believe he was all mine. And I was his.

"Hey babe." He greeted me, getting out of the car, and walking beside me, leaning into give me a quick kiss. I smiled, a real smile, and walked into the passenger seat, as Rachel went into the back.

The car ride was silent, but not that awkward type of silence. He turned up the music, and steered the car. I couldn't help but look at him. His messy blonde hair, that he was able to pull off as sexy. His perfectly white smile. His incredible style. Everything about him, made me love him even more. The way he looked at me, as if I were the only one left on the planet. I saw him glance a few times in my direction, smiling, while I blush a deep red like an idiot. He had me all bubbly inside, all weak in the knees. But I loved the feeling.

We pulled up to our school, somewhere I wish I could stay forever. For me, vacation was the worst part of the school year. Rachel rushed in ahead of us, heading to her locker. But we took our time. We walked together side-by-side, not leaving a millimeter of space between us. He intertwined our hands and fingers. And my heart rate went faster, when I felt the warmth of his skin heating my own.

We both didn't feel the need to avoid PDA, like others have. The teachers didn't seem to care either. He stopped at my locker, right beside Rachel's, kissing me passionately, and long before walking off to his locker. I smiled so brightly, and blushed when everyone was looking at me. I turned into my locker, putting my head in it, and screamed. When I popped my head out Rachel was laughing. "Anger management much, honey." I laughed along with her.

I grabbed my science book, and followed Rachel to our first class. I felt myself collide with someone. I looked up, and it was Natasha. My ex-bestfriend. She bumped my shoulder, causing my books and papers to go flying. "Gosh Zoey. You should be more careful with where you're going. You could cause an accident." She said, with a smirk, laughing. I pressed my lips, trying to let out a smile.

"Well... maybe I should watch what my fist is colliding with next time you decided to pull that bullshitl." Rachel cut in. Rolling her eyes, Natasha walked away, followed by Breanna, and Kasey.

I sighed, picking up my things off the floor. "You are way too nice for your own good." Rachel complained. I know what she meant. She expected me to be a brutal bitch to people, though I should with the situation I'm in. But I just couldn't find the will to.

Natasha was after all a good friend to me. And maybe I did kind of betray her by going out with Taylor. But that's besides the point anyway. She hates me , and I guess I hate her too?

I slid into my seat in science, at the back of the class. I was between Rachel and Taylor. The class dragged on as always, no one really listened to what the teacher was saying.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder from a very excited Rachel. She was basically glowing, and jumpy. "Guess what! Guess what! Guess what!" She said jumping. "Mhm.. I give up. Tell me!" I answered. "There's a new boy!" She said. "And..." I pressed. "He's looks good enough to eat." She finished. "Okay. Well... go get em' I have a boyfriend." I reminded her. "Oops I totally forgot." She answered sarcastically. I then turned around to see who she was talking about. He had this whole bad ass look going for him, and yes he was fine. Not that I'd admit it to her.

"Go talk to him." I said. "Uh.. no!" She refused. "Ughh." I complained. I put both hands on her shoulder, then gave her a huge push, and she went smack, right into him. 

His books scattered all around the hallway. "Oh I'm so sorry." She apologized helping her pick his books up. He flashed her a smile. "Dont mention it. At least I got something good out of it." He winked.

She started playing with a strand of her hir flirtatiously. "And what is that?" She asked.

He whispered something in her ear, and she giggled. They talked some more, and then they walked off together., I watched them until they turned a corner.

I felt someones hands around my waist, I jumped, only to find Taylor. He laid his head on my shoulder, and planted a kiss on my neck.

"Did I scare you?" He asked.

"Maybe a smidge." I lied.

"Sure,." He replied sarcastically.

I smacked his arm playfully. "Lets get to class Captain Sarcasm."

We walked into class right on time, and took are regular seats. I found that the new kid also shared this class with all of us. With the new kid, behind me, and Rachel and Taylor beside me I was surrounded.

As class followed I found that his name was Ryder Night. Typical.

I found that my hair was being tugged, and craned my neck around quickly only to find him playing with my hair, Rachel frowned. "Do you mind?" I asked him, releasing a strand of hair from his finger tips. He raised his hands up in the hair.

"Not at all." He replied, a cocky grin playing at the corners of his lips.

"Ryder this is my best friend Zoey. Zoey this is Ryder."

"Pleased to meet you." He greeted me smirking, as he put his hand out.

"I wish I could say the same." I responded, which only caused him to laugh. To be truthfull I'm not really that rude, but something about him sparked up my body and caused me to respond in such a way.

"And I'm Taylor Wright. Her boyfriend." Taylor introuduced himself, making direct contact.

"Woah man calm down. I didn't know she was taken." Ryder answered, but you could tell he wasn't serious. He still had that stupid cocky grin on his face, I wanted to smack it off so badly.

"Yes. Well shes MINE. So hop off." Taylor answered turning around. Everyone went back to their work.

"What was that all about?" I whispered.

"He pissed me off. Your mine, and I want to let that be clear."

I swallowed, his words slapped me in the face. "I'm not anyones. I'm not property, I belong to myself." I muttered back angrily.

He stared at me, then frowned. "I'm sorry babe. I didn't mean it like that." He apologized.

I felt bad for accusing him, but not bad enough to apologize so I mumered, "whatever." And went back to my work.

The way he was talking reminded me way to much of HIM, and I didn't want to think about HIM, but I had too. I was praying for a long week at school.

Someone in the backround I heard a muffled laugh, which caused me to turn around. And of course it came from Ryder. Stupid, arrogant, cocky, eavesdropping jerk! I wanted to shout at him, but of course I didn't because "I was too nice for my own good."