Bad Girl

seven: whore or hero? (3)

(super CLICHÉ)

"When will someone come and save us, do you think?" I asked Ace, shifting slightly to face him. He was still hugging me from behind. I pretended I was annoyed a lot by it but deep down inside, honestly, I was enjoying this as much as I enjoyed hugging my teddy bears in my warm bed while outside was chilli freezing with frost on top of the cars, which I loved a lot.

It wasn't good to be stuck in a storeroom on a Friday though.

There were so many activities and also stacks of homework from the majority of lessons handed out on Fridays to make up for the weekend and I was missing these lessons. And all these lessons I was missing out on were going to have a bad impact on me. I was missing out on homework which could have filled me with knowledge for my finals!

Ace groaned. "Will you shut your fucking mouth for a second?" he asked, tapping his foot on the ground. My jaw fell open.

How rude of him.

"Will you stop tapping your fucking foot for a second?" I mimicked his extremely rude question, giving it a slight twist of my own words and his really annoying actions. I didn't know what I did to him to make him despise me.

"No."

"Why do you hate me so much?" I asked him, angrily. That made him tighten his grip around my waist and I made a sound which I totally regretted after. What the hell was he doing?

Ace sighed and released his grip a little. His arms were still tightly wrapped around me.

"Sorry, I don't hate you. I'm really pissed at everything right now. First of all, I'm stuck in a storeroom with some random chick, there's a party tonight and I will miss it, the lights are off so I can't see your face, then you are pressed up against me and it makes me sexually frustrated and extremely uncomfortable. So will you understand my situation?"

I froze, mainly because he said he wanted to see my face but if you go into the main-er reason it was because he said I was pressed against him and he had just said it for himself. I prayed to God. Why did I have to be put in these situations? I was a good girl; I didn't deserve this.

"Sorry," I muttered, rolling my eyes, trying to act as if I was cool about everything he just said. "Hey, why didn't we think of calling? I can't use my phone, it's in my locker. No phones in class remember? What about you?"

Ace started to laugh, quietly. "You're the one who leaves it in your locker. Everyone brings their phone into class when they're not supposed to and I've only been in this school for a few hours-- and second of all, do you think I was born yesterday? My phone is fucking--"

The storeroom door swung open, slamming me right in the face. It whipped my head to the side and it was so much impact on my tiny body, I crumpled and fell back against Ace's hard chest with my cheek stinging.

As if on cue, celebrating that Ace and I were free from the evil storeroom, the electricity turned back on. Oh, no. I'd just realised that the electricity was never cut off. The lights in here turned off after the door had been shut for more than a set amount of time but I had no idea how I figured that out at that moment because my face was so painful.

I was then given another set of bad news. Jessica, the bitchiest bitch I'd ever known, was standing in front of me. She had her arms glued to some random blonde guy and his arm was around her and his other hand gripped her bottom. She had a shocked expression but she changed it to a big smile as she climbed off of the guy and straightened out her skirt and coughed, battering her eyelashes at Ace. At Ace.

I couldn't believe it. She was just kissing that guy furiously and now she was flirting with Ace?!

Ace just awkwardly shifted from one side and slid his hands away from my waist. Jessica caught sight of his hands that were just fastened around my waist and her smile dropped slightly. Nevertheless, she still had a big smile and she pecked the guy on the lips who had cheeks as pink as Jessica's pink blusher.