Can you teach me how to be bad?

I stood there shooting basketballs into the hoop in the gymnasium, when she approached me.

"Hey." She said quietly

"Um...hey?" I said.

"Look you don't really know me and I don't really know you but can you do me a favor?" She asked.

"It depends on what it is." I told her.

She brushed her loose strands of hair back and said. "Can you teach me how to be bad?"

"What?" I said putting the basketball back on the rack with the others.

"I'll pay you!" She yelled as I started to walk away.

I turned around.

"I'll pay you." She repeated.

"How much?"

"Five grand but if you want more you have to follow through with the deal." She told me.

"Well you've got yourself a deal. Are you ready to be bad?" I asked jokingly.

She straightened up. "I'm ready."