• Short Stories •

• Story 6 •

A/n - this story might actually become a real story, but I haven't finished my other books so here's a teaser.

My bad bitch...

My group and I are outback on the football field, taking a weed.

"Hey Jess.", "What Cole." I snap back. "Oh nothing." He snickers and I roll my eyes.

If you are wondering, I'm a girl in the 'bad boy gang' but I'm not only in it, I lead it.

My group consists of me Jessica Benton, Cole Detwiler, Erica Sanders, Dylan Smith, and lastly Spencer Clent.

When we mention Spence people wonder of he's a girl or boy, so here's your answer, he's a boy.

I toss my cig to the floor and stomp in it with my combat boot, "I'mma dip, y'all coming?", they nod ever so slightly, following along. We came to school early just to smoke, then get to classes late. Because we feel like it.

We are standing by our lockers and I have one foot propped on the locker below mine, with my back against my locker. I look at my nails boringly, while Sanders does the same. We chew our gum loudly and scowl at all the girls that walk by.

The guys eye us as if we are candy, and we like it that way. The front door opens and a guy with blonde hair, and green eyes walks in. His hair spiked up naturally.

"I call dibs Sanders." she nods, I know I may be mean, but I'm a nice person on the outside. I watch as he walks by, he gives me a smile. Wow he's hot.

"I can already tell you called dibs." Spence says cooly, "You're a smart cookie aren't you." He snickers, "I guess I am Benton." He crosses his arms over his chest, a girl waves at him and he winks, causing her to swoon. I fist bump him, "Nice catch, bro." He smiles in response.

We talk like this to each other all the time, get into occasional fights. Don't come up with that shit 'girls can't fight' until you've seen us fight.

Erica and I aren't interested in girls, but we act like one of the dudes, because they even act like one of us. In one swoosh of my finger all of us stand straight and walk down the hall.

The boys whistle at us as we walk by and we crack a grin, the girls swoon while the boys send winks to them. It has always been like this and always will be as long as we are here.

***

Erica and I were in the girls restroom, while the boys went for another smoke. She smacks her gum "The new kid is bait.", "Agreed." The warning bell rings and I take a sharpie out from the pocket of my black ripped jeans.

We draw a little tally on our wall of tally marks, to mark how many days we have been at this school, Sanders came sophomore year, so I have more than she does. As well as Dylan he came sophomore year. Here we are seniors.

The final bell rings and we leave, the hall monitor calls us out. "H-hey I need to give you a late s-slip." I flip him off and he adjusts his glasses. Rolling our eyes we head to first period.

"Excuse me Jess, Erica, you're late.", "I think we know that much." I roll my eyes looking around the room, I see an open seat next to the new kid and sit down, Erica looks at me.

I look at the kid next to me "beat it." They flinch and get up, Erica sits down. Erica's like my sister, I'd do anything to protect my gang.

"You must be new, I'm Jess." I hold my hand out to him and he grabs it, shaking firmly. "Jackson." He sends me a wink, and I feel some weird feeling in my stomach. What just happened? no boy has ever had this affect on me.