The Adventures of Bad Boy & Bad Girl

7 - Garage Door Breached

*Ronnie's POV*

I walked through the halls of Mountain Lakes High School and made my way to my locker. I don't feel like being bored today, I thought. As I was about to shut my locker, I felt a hand wrap around the back of my neck. Who the-

"Hey," she said, leaning against the locker next to mine. Bridget was wearing a grey Crown the Empire crewneck with blue skinny jeans and grey Uggs. And she actually had a high ponytail, showing off her face.

"Never thought you were an Uggs kind of girl, Chandler."

"What can I say? I'm full of surprises." I closed my locker and grabbed her hand, leading her to the a double door at the end of a dimly lit hall. As I looked back at her, I saw she was blushing and I smirked. The bad girl blushes, eh? "What are we doing here?"

"Do you really wanna attend classes when we can go somewhere else?"

"Like where? It's raining." I shrugged. 

"We can go to my place and watch movies," I suggested. She thought about it for a bit and smiled. 

"Alright," she finally said. We ran out of the school and raced to my car, which I had unlocked with the button on the keychain. Bridget immediately sat inside the car and I slid in next to her a few moments later. As I turned on the car and the heater, we sat in silence. Then, a thought occurred to me. 

"Don't you have any friends here?" I asked, sounding more harsh than I intended, but she didn't mind. 

"Nah. I think friends are a waste of time, especially with past experiences." She looked sad for a moment, but quickly put on a poker face. "Besides," she continued, "theres no one in this school who I'd actually consider being friends with." 

"What about me?" She seemed surprised by my question. 

"Well," she began, "you're my friend, I guess."

"Good," I smirked. She playfully rolled her eyes and I smiled. "You're beautiful, ya know that?" 

"That's not gonna get you laid, Ashburn." 

"Wasn't intended to." A small smile played on her lips as I started the engine. "Now let's get out of here."

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"There's no way it was a dream!" I shouted. 

"Well tell that to conspiracists!" She shouted back. I laughed as we argued over the movie we just watched; Ferris Bueller's Day Off. 

"I will," I smirked. 

"Good luck with that." She laid down on my king sized bed and sighed. "I'm bored now."

"Well how may I entertain you then?" I asked, laying down next to her. She turned her head to face me, and her icy blue eyes stared at me with interest. Her lips parted, and for a second I thought she was going to speak. I was wrong. She climbed on top of me and leaned in close, so that I felt her minty breath on my face. 

"Like this," she whispered before she crashed her lips to mine. Her soft lips moved in sync to mine. I felt her smirk before she started to kiss my neck, and I moaned. I moved my hands down her back and squeezed her ass, earning a squeak from her. Cute. When her lips made contact with mine again, I licked them and she slipped her tongue inside my mouth. As my tongue roamed around in her mouth, my hands played with the hem of her crewneck, and-

"You filthy whore!" Bridget froze and looked back at Victoria, the maid she caught me with the other day. 

"Fuck's sake, Vic get out of here," I said, not letting go of Bridget. 

"But, b-"

"Now," I demanded. She glared at Bridget, who had climbed off of me. 

"Whore!" Shouted Victoria before running towards Bridget. She took Bridget by surprise and was slapping her and punching her. Bridget didn't move either. As quickly as Victoria had jumped on Bridget, her adrenaline vanished and she was panting while still on top of Bridget. 

"You hit like a bitch," was all Bridget said before throwing Victoria off of her. She punched Victoria, and I heard Vic gasp. While Victoria was on the ground, Bridget was punching and kicking her. When I came to my senses, I grabbed Bridget by the waist and pulled her back. She didn't struggle, she just calmed down in my arms. 

"Vic, you're fired," I said. She stood up, blood dripping from her nose. She flipped me off as she walked out of my room and slammed the door. Bridget looked up at me and I could see the anger in her icy eyes. I let go of her and she continued to glare at me. 

"I'm gonna go too," she said. 

"But you don't have a car, let me drive you." She shook her head and I sighed, watching her put her boots on. "Let me at least walk you to the door."

"No, Ronnie." She walked out of my room and gently closed the door. Well at least she's not that mad. 

I put my iPod in its dock and started playing music, trying to put my head around what had just happened. I made out with Bridget, Vic barged in and- Wait. I made out with Bridget Chandler. I made out with Bridget Chandler. I smiled and as I was about to turn up the volume, the alarm sounded. Fuck. I ran to the device on my wall and it read 'Garage door breached.' What? I looked out my window and saw my black Mustang being driven by none other than Bridget Chandler. I chuckled and walked back, disabling the alarm. There's the anger. 

*Bridget's POV*

I turned down the volume to the radio as I saw two cars parked in the driveway of my house. One of them was my mom's, but the other I didn't recognize. Strange, I thought. I parked in front of the house and slammed the door to the black Mustang that I "borrowed" from Ronnie. The rain had stopped by now, and the skies were still dark. I fumbled around for my keys, but they were nowhere to be found. They're in my bag, I realized, that's in Ronnie's house. 

"Fuck," I muttered. I contemplated whether or not to ring the doorbell. My mother was home, most likely, since her car was parked in the driveway. She could be on a date, I thought. If I rang the doorbell, she would answer and try to act like a concerned parent by questioning me where I'd been. I wondered if the school had called her, notifying her of my absence. She wouldn't care. All she cares about is sleeping around. Oh well, I have nowhere else to go. I pressed the button on the left side of the door and waited. After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal my mother; an older looking version of me, really, except her eyes were brown. 

"Bri!" She threw her arms around me and I stayed paralyzed. "Are you okay?" She pulled away and looked behind me, as if scanning the area. 

"I think the real question is, are you okay? How much did you drink?" I crossed my arms and she laughed, slapping my arm. 

"You're so funny, darling!" I narrowed my eyes at her, trying to figure out what was wrong. The answer was right behind her. A tall guy stepped out of the living room and put a hand on my mom's shoulder. I gasped. 

"Hey, Bri, long time no see."