There's A New Badass In Town.

Chapter 3

Bella at top!

-Frank-

What Ginger said to me this morning was on my mind all day. The thought of her thinking of me as just a man who helped her mom make her was heart shattering.

Now that I think about it, Bella doesn't even wear the same thing twice! And there all name brands and expencive like, Gucci, and Michael Corse.

I can't beieve I didn't see it before. Wow, but I still love her and she still loves me. Right now, Bella is out with her friends getting her nails done, like she does every week.

Although, Ginger was right she is still going to LA. I don't think i can handle her attitude any longer.

-Ginger-

I shuved all my supplise in my back pack, and slammed my locker. I pulled my moter helmet, which was red, out my bag and under my arm pit. I walked outside and hopped on my red, black, and white motercycle. Before I cranked it up I took out a cigerate. And don't think I'm adicted.

I only smoke a cigerate once every 2 months. And i just used it up. As, i was letting the sweet sensation of the smoke leave my lips, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"OMG! Smoking is sooo not coool, like why do you do it?" A familiar girly voice said. God damnit, just come and ruin my moment!

I turned around slowly and gave her a glare, but not my death glare. You don't wanna see me go there.

I guess she didn't get the hint,, because she stood there waiting for my answer. Oh, did I mention her little wanna be barbie posse was behind her. Doing the exact same thing as her. They had an eyebrow raised, smaking loud as shit on some ran out gum, leaning on one hip, a hand on the hip, and staring at me waiting for an answer.

I turned back around and continued to smoke. But guess what. The bitch took the cigurate out my hands, threw it on the ground, stomping on it in the process.

I looked at her with the really pissed off look.

"who pissed in your cheerios this morning" she asked.

"apparently you did!" I yelled.

"Hold on, like you can't talk to me like dat, you have like no right at allll." she was just like the preppy white girls in the movies. My worst nightmare.

"Well you know what, that's a load of bullshit! You don't just stomp on someone elses cigurate. Now move out my way, please." I said plaese.I mean come on, I haven't said please since I was 4!

"Goth little bitch, don't you know that cigurates can like kill you" one of them asked.

"I've heard. I wish it killed preppy little girls like you." I said.

"How dare you, like OMG your sooo mean."

"shhhh you here that?" i asked pretending to listen to my surroundings.

"no" one said.

"That's the sweet sound of how good it sounds when your not talking." I kicked the thing that keeps my motercycle standing and rode off. while I was driving out the parking lot I turned and gave them the bird.

I could hear them gasp from down the street. When I got home no ones car was in the drive way.

Perfect! I thought. My plan is coming to action. I ran in the house at full speed. There's no telling when their going to be home.

I ran to my room and grabbed 4 bottle of hair dye. One is piss yellow, another is doodoo green, another is blood red, and the last one is... I don't even know.

This dye isn't any ordinary dye, you vacant wash it out even if you washed your hair 15,000 times! I bet even the hair salon doesn't know how to get it out.

Its like colored super glue! Awesome right!!

I ran into their bathroom, and put the hair color in Bella's shampoo. Its Monday, and she washes her hair on Mondays, perfect!

I wasn't going to do any thing to my dad. I know he doesn't mean any harm, but Bella does.

I ran down the stairs into the kitchen, to perform my next plan. I grabbed my dads favorite snack, that NO ONE can eat but him I ran back into the bedroom and sprinkled crumbs on Bella's side of the bed. I sprinkled them on some of her clothes, on her shoes, and pillow. I his the box in her dresser, that she barely uses and ran out.

I printed out the picture I was telling my mom about and put it in my dads Friday tie case. My dad is very organized, so he has tie cases and picks out his tie on Sunday so he knows what he's going to wear.

I ran out side and checked the mail. I saw lots for my dad but one caught my eye. I was one for Bella. From Dale, who the hell is Dale!

Wow, I ripped it open careful not to rip envelope. I walked back into the house I sat on my bed and began reading the letter.

Dear Bella,

When are you going to come back, I miss you so much. You know Frank can't provide for you like I can! Call me when you want to huck up again. Love you

Love,
Dale Hilton.

I gasped, that's my dads best friend OMG. This is hilarious!

I ran to my dads bathroom and hid it behind his Friday medication. I sat on the couch and turned on the T.V. Five minutes into it the door opened.

"Hey Genger" Frank said.

"Hello Frank." I said back annoyed.

He walked over to the T.V. and cut it off. I picked up the remote and turned it back on. Next thing I know he's holding the cord to the T.V.

"What the fuck do you want!" I yelled clearly annoyed.

"Stop calling me Frank"

"What am I suppose to call you, Frank?" I could tell he was getting frustrated.

"Call me dad, please!"

"Oh no, that name is out of thew question. I can call you... Idiot! That's a great name isn't it, Idiot?" I asked.

"Stop it!" He yelled.

"Idiot, can you please move out my way and plug the TV back into the wall. If you don't, you'll surely need life insurance, because I don't think being on life support is cheap." I stated inisently, batting my eye lashes.

He plugged up the TV and stomped up the stairs.

"STOMPING UP THE STEPS ISNT GOING TO GET ME TO CALL YOU DAD, IDIOT!" I yelled out. I had a smirk of victory on my face.

Let's see how this week rolls by.

I surely can't wait!