❝𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗮 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸❞

A Bad Girl

Third Person POV

Jennie had a crush on a girl. Jennie knew that she was probably no good for her. Her mama had warned her about girls like Lisa, attractive in that scruffy way, leather jacket over white tee shirt, cigarette behind her ear, baggy blue jeans. Jennie had been warned, repeatedly, that girls like Lisa would only break her heart, and wouldn't she please just pick a boy who was going to be a doctor or a lawyer or an accountant or some other insufferably boring thing. That was probably why Jennie had such trouble concentrating, when she knew Lisa was sitting right behind her in their Introduction to American Literature class.

Their professor was assigning a new book for them to read, and an essay on it due on Monday. Since it was Wednesday, Jennie didn't feel that it was enough time. Professor Lee dismissed them before she had a chance to complain. The quiet bad girl behind her passed Jennie on her way out, and dropped a folded up sheet of paper on Jennie's desk.

"Hey, you dropped this," Jennie said. Lisa turned and winked at her and then left the classroom. Jennie opened it up and read it.

"Meet me in the bookstore at 4 if you want help with your essay. Peace & Love, Lisa"

Jennie flipped open her cell phone to check the time. It was 10:30 in the morning. She still had a few classes to get to before then, but then she would be done at 3. She couldn't concentrate in any of her classes. Instead of taking notes she drew hearts and peace signs, wrote "Lisa and Jennie" in the hearts, doodled and hoped. Three o'clock couldn't come soon enough. She dashed to her dorm room to change out of her hoodie and blue jeans. She wasn't sure why, but for some reason she wanted to wear a short skirt and a tight shirt.

Her roommate was gone, so she changed into a very short plaid skirt, that had a flirty bounce to it. She decided that she wanted to look every bit the badass that Lisa was, so she put on her favorite black thong, the one that tied together at the sides, her fishnet stockings and black garter belt. She put on a black push-up bra and a tight white blouse, that buttoned up the front and was simply too small for her, and glimpses of that bra could very easily be seen between the buttons of her blouse. She put on black high heels, and sauntered off to find Lisa.

She found Lisa, at four o'clock, in the campus bookstore, looking through a selection of Hemingway novels.

"Hey," Jennie said, leaning against the bookshelf. Lisa looked up at her, and Jennie did her best to repress her silly grin when she saw Lisa's eyes practically popping out of their sockets at the sight of her.

"Hey, Jennie, what's going on?"

"I came to get some help on my essay," Jennie said.

Lisa pulled a thin book out of the bookshelf. "Old Man and the Sea," she said.

"That doesn't look very long."

"It'll only take a couple of hours to read it. But we might need all weekend to get our essays right."

"I'd love the help."

"I'd love to spend the weekend with you," Lisa said. Lisa checked her watch, and then asked, out of the blue, in a quiet, low voice, leaning close to Jennie: "Do you smoke pot?"

Jennie blushed and shook her head. Something from the past came back to her: "Just say no." D.A.R.E. classes and some damned annoying cop. Jennie realized she didn't know a thing about pot, just that it was smoked.

"Have you ever smoked it?" Lisa asked her, in that same low voice. Jennie had to shake her head again. "Do you want to?" Lisa asked.

Jennie looked up at her, into those damned dark eyes, and wondered vaguely if she was making a mistake when she nodded. Lisa put the book back. "I already have a copy at my apartment," Lisa said.