Perfect Shade of Trouble

High school is split up into cliche ass categories. You got your dumb as a rock jocks, preppy ass cheerleaders that make you want to gag up your lunch, the dorks that likes to discuss the previous episode of The Big Bang Theory, and then you have me, an outcast, bad girl of the school. The bitchy mischief making rebellious chick that everyone is afraid of. In fact, everyone can shove their stereotypes where the sun does not shine. So tell me why the bad boy of the school is talking to me? He can go screw himself for all I care, cause frankly I don't give a damn what he wants. The name's Trouble. Fits perfectly. Why be good when you can be bad? Being bad never felt so good. Why stop now? I'm too good at it. You could say I'm just the perfect shade of Trouble...