Bad Girl [GirlxGirl]

2)Tardy Party

Taylor

Wake up! Wake Up!

Grab a brush and put a little make-up

Hide the scars to fade away the shake up

Why'd you leave your keys upon the table?

Here you go create another fable

System of A Down's Chop Suey blares from somewhere near me. With closed eyes, I feel around me looking for my phone. Perry growls at my floundering. He re-adjusts and sends glare at me from over shoulder. I apologetically smile at him and get up. I turn my alarm off. I stretch and groan when I feel my waist and back scream. I strip down in the bathroom and get in the shower. The hot water beats down on my aches and soothe me. I unfog the mirror and angle it so I could see my back. A smattering of bruises cover my lower back and waist. I'm kind of amazed I got up of the couch. I walk naked into my bedroom and get dressed. I pull on black basketball shorts and white t-shirt. I put on my custom Nike black, white, and green air maxes. I brush my hair down and put a Nike strapback on my head.

In the kitchen, I stock Prince Perry's bowl with food and water. For myself, I eat a breakfast bar chased with orange juice and three ibuprofen tablets. I take the Altoids case out of my casted off joggers. I light a quick spliff and prepare my back pack for the day. I throw a notebook, a few pens, and my wallet in the bag. I leave my apartment buzzed and get on my bike.

'Shit! This week is gonna suck. My ibuprofen didn't do shit. I think it's time for a visit to the Doc.'

I look at my watch and notice I'm going to be late. Fifteen minutes late, I don't even bother looking for parking. I jump my bike on the curb and park on the sidewalk. I can't even remember what classroom I'm supposed to be in. Luckily, it didn't have to.

"Ms. Reilly, I'm glad you found the class alright."

"Dr. Sharpe. You know I wouldn't miss your class for any reason?"

"Hardy har har. Take a seat on the side. If you were on time, you could have sat with everyone else."

"Now Doctor. Don't be that way. If I were on time, the world would end. I'm doing the public service here." The class giggles.

"Alright, alright. Enough. Let's get back to the syllabus." I sit gingerly in the little desk/seat combos on the side of the tiny classroom. I try to stay focus but it's not working. I'm throughly bored and start to text Hannah. In the middle of replying, I receive a text from Nasty Girl (aka Jenna).

Nasty Girl: Are you in class?

Me: Yup

NG: Come see me

Me: Why?

NG: Cuz I'm soaking for you

Me: And?

NG: Wanna see?

Me: Not really. She sends a pic anyway. It's the same old pussy I've seen before. I'm not even a little bothered. That's nice.

NG: That's it?!

Me: Yup. Bye

I chuckle to myself but not low enough.

"What's so funny, Ms. Reilly? I've never heard of Flannery O'Connor making anyone laugh before." Shit. I browse my inner catalogue to think of a suitable answer. I've read O'Connor before. Her writing is bitter and bloody. I recall one funny thing.

"Well Dr. Sharpe. O'Connor isn't really funny unless we're talking about "Good Country People". Manley Pointer steals a woman's prosthetic leg. That's chuckle worthy to me."