Chapter 1

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I can't believe that just happened. What the fuck was I thinking? I know I should be more disappointed in myself but I can't help but giggle a little at my stupidity.

Oh god I'm going insane. The adrenaline is still coursing through my veins as I lean against the bathroom stall. I shiver as the cool air settles around my bare body.

Now you're probably wondering how I got here. Let me explain...

The morning started off as any other. I woke up in my closet-size bedroom and walked across the hall to check my moms room -empty- figures. She's probably passed out at one of her clients' house.

I didn't really approve of her career choice but she insisted that prostitution was her only way to pay the bills- although she's never really applied for any other jobs.

She's pretty crazy. Don't believe me? She named me Tempest. What the fuck kinda name is Tempest? She was probably high when she came up with it.

It's a miracle I'm even alive. She drank, smoked, and did just about everything you're not supposed to do while she was pregnant with me. But due to some wicked trick of fate, here I am.

And if you're wondering about my Dad, so am I, so you won't be getting any answers there. Mom refuses to talk about him whatsoever.

So yes. It is perfectly reasonable for me to have mommy and daddy issues. I'm a damn mess.

That's probably how I ended up with my douchebag of a boyfriend. He treats me like shit but I get a ton of dick so it's ok I guess.

Anyways, continuing on with my story I ate my usual breakfast of toast with peanut butter and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the shitty day at school I knew I would endure.

I grabbed my phone and opened Spotify, blasting my favorite band, The Neighborhood. I turned on the shower and look down as my phone vibrates.

A text from Zach, the douchebag boyfriend.

Zach- Do me a favor and don't dress like a fucking slut today. And don't put all that shit on your face either.

Zach hadn't appreciated my recent style swap. I knew he liked frilly and girly girls but he wasn't getting that shit from me anymore. Fuck that. If I'm going to put effort into my appearance I'm at least gonna like the outcome.

His text really pissed me off, I can wear whatever the fuck I want. He's not my fucking boss. A devious smile spread across my face, he wanted slut? Oh I'll give him slut.

I showered quickly and opened the bathroom door. I debated with myself for a few seconds before entering my mom's room and heading to her closet... this should be good.

I cringed at the messiness of it all. Drawers were pulled out and left open and clothes littered the floor. I peaked in one of the drawers and spotted a red lace teddy and reached for it.

As I pulled it out something else dropped to the floor. I grinned as I reached down and inspected the red devil horns. Perfect.

After many minutes of trying to figure out how to put the damn thing on I finally managed to strap myself in the lacy teddy. I walked over to my mirror and checked myself out.

Damn. I look kinda hot. The teddy fit like a glove on my short, 5'1 curvy body. My long blonde hair fell in soft waves all the way to my waist and added to the sexiness of it all.

I finished up the look by adding on some dark eyeliner and an intricate smoky eye I've been perfecting for the past few weeks. All done.

I slipped on a long jacket and zipped it up all the way and shoved my feet into my trusty converse. There's no way in hell I was wearing heels.

The drive to school was nerve wracking, my knee bounced in anticipation. I pulled into my usual parking spot on the end of the student parking lot and let out a huge sigh.

Don't be a pussy.

I slowly unzipped my jacket and set it in the passenger seat. After a few seconds of giving myself a pep talk I opened my car door and stepped out into the chilly fall air.

The parking lot was mostly empty besides a few stragglers, I was a bit later than usual so most people were probably already in the cafeteria waiting for the bell to ring. The few that were in the parking lot literally stopped mid step and just stared as I strutted towards the school entrance.

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