Bad Girls
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Copyright © 2017 by Aurora Yeo
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Bad Girls
By: Aurora Yeo
ISBN: 978-1-68030-922-5
©Aurora Yeo 2017
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Epilogue
To my grandmother, the kindest and most loving woman in the world. Thank you for everything.
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Prologue
Let me just say that I absolutely loathe those goody-two-shoes. I have nothing personally against them, really. It’s just that if they ever catch fire and I happen to have the last glass of water known to all humanity, I would rather use it to water the beautiful, glorious weeds behind me. They act all innocent and all wonderfully smart, teacher’s pet and all. They are always seen, or portrayed, as the innocent ones, and then the “Queen Bees” or the head cheerleaders are always the main antagonists, trying to claim the guy and ruin the good girl’s perfect humble life.
But hey, let me get this straight. When you read a story in the goody-two-shoes’s point of view, it is pretty obvious that they want you to think that the good girl is the hero of the story, the protagonist. After all, it is an unsaid rule that the winners get to tell the story. Yet, have you ever wondered perhaps why those Queen Bees want to attack those girls so much?
Imagine this: You and your lovely handsome boyfriend have been in a relationship for three years now, ever since you were fourteen. Young, I know. You two practically have known each other since birth and are the typical clichés of “loving the best friend.” The both of you rule the school undoubtedly; the perfect golden couple that is well-liked by everyone who has ever crossed your path. But then a goody-two-shoes suddenly comes in, snatches your best friend and boyfriend away from you, and practically tries to put you in a negative light. How would you feel?
Sadly, my friends, I was placed in that situation at the end of junior year. I grew up with my best friend, Blake Ryder, and we were practically “joined at the hip.” Along the way, we had a few other close mutual friends here and there who completed our perfect little entourage. Times changed; those friends left, and Blake grew up to be the most glorious man I have ever met in my entire existence, and it didn’t help that I was already hopelessly in love with him during my younger years. He would be what you guys call a typical bad boy. He, like I mentioned before, had the physical appearance that would put a Greek god to shame. He had that don’t-really-care attitude, and—I must admit—was quite rude to the teachers and principals and practically everyone else in the school.
Sure, he was a big bad meanie, but he had a heart of gold. He was my best friend, and we stuck with other through thick and thin. When my parents got divorced, he was there almost immediately upon hearing the news and arrived with tubs of my favorite ice cream and chick flick movies. He was there when I had my first ballet recital, and he was also there when I had gotten my first bike. No, not a bicycle, a motorcycle.
Like I said, he had a heart of gold, and he cared for everyone that he held dear to his heart. However, he had a wall of stone that surrounded his heart, and if you didn’t crack down that wall, he would appear to have a heart of pure ice.
He was everything to me, and when he jokingly asked if I would be his girlfriend when I turned fourteen, I agreed. I didn’t know back then that he was serious and was surprised in the best way possible when he had really asked me out on my fourteenth birthday. Needless to say, that was the best birthday of my life.
But then came my seventeenth birthday.
I would like to believe that I was a pretty generous person, not the typical plastic Barbie. I didn’t talk behind anyone’s back, and I tried to participate in as many charity events as possible. Sure, I was the head cheerleader, but that didn’t mean that I was mean or rude. I was not even a natural platinum blonde, for heaven’s sake!
So like I was saying, it was my seventeenth birthday, and I had invited the whole school over to my house for a party. And yes, that included the smart people and the wallflowers, though I wasn’t quite sure they would turn up. That’s the thing; I made the mistake of inviting everyone. I had unknowingly invited my future enemy, Charlotte Brooke.
Charlotte would be your typical good girl. She had perfect grades and strict yet loving parents who held respectable jobs, and she only lurked in the shadows of Crescent Grove High. She never tried to make herself known throughout school, and some of my cheerleaders bugged her out.
Cliché enough for you?
On my birthday, however, she had to make herself known. She and her best friend, Miranda Hastings, had always worn baggy clothes to hide and blend in with the crowd. Sure, Miranda was more outgoing compared to Charlotte, but that didn’t mean she was that outgoing. They had to choose my night—m
y night—to wear the skimpiest clothing and get all the attention.
When they stepped into the room, I was stepping down the long stairs. Their entrance looked like Cinderella’s big reveal, and I looked like her mice friend trailing behind. Needless to say, I was absolutely humiliated. The worst part in all of this? Blake had the audacity to ask her for the first dance of the fairytale ball themed party. My party was trashed, and ever since that day, I made it a point to make her life miserable.
See, I had a reason. Okay, maybe I did take this a bit too personally.
Without any other warning, Blake had gotten close to her, and soon, some rumors of me cheating on Blake spread throughout the whole school like a wildfire, and I was known as a whore. I felt cheap, walking the hallways and having people stare at me as if I were in an issue of Playboy. Blake broke up with me exactly two weeks after my birthday and went after Charlotte because of this.
I had hit my all-time low and lost everything then. My best friend, my confidence, my cheer head status. Everything.
In time, my close friend and cheerleading comrade, Summer, dragged me out of that ditch, and I got my confidence back.
However, I wasn’t going to be the head cheerleader anymore since it was obviously not enough for Blake.
Nope. I was going to be the bad girl.
And he’d better watch his back.
Chapter 1
My heels clicked against the smooth marble floor as I entered the school with my sunglasses still on. Summer break was just over, and it felt absolutely great to be back in school.
Not.
Coming back to school meant one thing: facing Blake and Charlotte again. After the tragedy of how Blake and I came to be, I couldn’t stay the helpless little girl anymore. This teenage freak show needed an antagonist, and I gladly gave it to them.
On the last day of junior year, I went to the principal and dropped all of my extracurricular activities. Needless to say, his expression was of pure shock, but luckily, he didn’t question any further. I was done with all of this. I was done with being the bad girl, being called Charlotte’s bully. She was the one who started the war. If everyone wanted to see me as a bully, then a bully I would be.
I just had to learn how to fight fire with fire.
I could almost feel their stares on my skin as I walked down the halls of Crescent Grove High. I switched my skimpy cheerleader costume for a black leather jacket, ripped skinny jeans, and my signature black heels. With this new identity, everything had to go, except the heels. If I had let Charlotte take even that away from me, I would have really lost myself. The biggest change I had was probably not my choice of clothing, though. Over the summer holidays, I traded my long, strawberry blonde hair for wild, pastel purple locks. Might as well go full-out.
Upon reaching my locker, I noticed my best friend, Summer, leaning against hers, which was conveniently located just beside mine. The school lockers were all painted a hideous shade of green that resembled olives that had been left out in the sun for a little too long. Thankfully, I had redecorated my locker during the summer holidays, painting it in a sleek, matte, black. It definitely stood out in the crowd, just like how I wanted to.
“You didn’t mention the hair, Ave.” Summer smirked, examining my outfit. Giving her half a grin, I shoved my sunglasses into the locker and slammed the door shut.
“It’s a last-minute thing. I don’t want to have anything to do with the old me. You know, other than these babies.” I clicked the heel of my left shoe lightly against the floor, allowing the sound to echo slightly through the growing crowd. I flicked my hair over my shoulder, and we made our way toward our first class. Just my luck, though. Apparently, Charlotte Brooke was also taking the same class.
“You gonna be okay?” Summer nudged me, and I turned to face her.
“Why wouldn’t I be, Summer?” I plastered a smile on my face and walked into the classroom.
Seated at the front of the class, Charlotte was busily scribbling something into her little notebook while Blake gazed at her lovingly.
A single phrase ran through my mind: how sickening.
I snatched the notebook out of Charlotte’s grip and flipped through it. Her startled shriek told me that I had gotten her off guard, but unfortunately, it also caused Blake to look at me.
“Well, well, Char. What is this? A little love note?” I laughed and flipped through the pages once more.
“Give it back, Avery.” Blake got up from his seat and towered over me, his eyes staring intensely at the little notebook I held in my hands. The bunch of papers felt like a dozen bricks, and yet I held my faux confidence without a single slip-up.
“Now, why would I? She didn’t give me back something of mine.” I gave him a fake smile and turned my attention to Charlotte. “So give me a reason why I should give this back to her.”
I turned swiftly, cat-walked all the way to the back of the classroom, sat on a chair, and propped my feet up on my table. Blake started to walk toward me, but fortunately, the teacher walked in glaring at him, basically forcing him to get back to his seat.
“Blake, she’s not worth it.” I heard Charlotte mumble to him, and his eyes softened. I felt my heart clench as memories of our past friendship flooded my mind. I used to have that effect on him; I guess people do change.
For the worse, in his case.
For what seemed like an eternity, the teacher droned on about logistics before starting on the new content for this school year. Thinking that the subject had probably already been taught to me by my uncle, I let my eyelids grow heavy.
Just as I was about to doze off, though, the door suddenly slammed open, making me sit up with attention. A guy walked in and immediately headed straight for the back of the class, completely ignoring the teacher and his violent protests. What really caught my attention was that he was undeniably attractive. He had tousled, dark brown hair; golden, tanned skin; and chocolate-brown eyes, which seemed to hold the world’s biggest mysteries. He was the complete contrast to Blake’s brighter appearance of an all-American boy look: classic blond hair and blue eyes.
Wordlessly, he made his way toward me, gripped my arm firmly, and started to lead me out of the classroom. The students gazed at us as the teacher hollered warnings after another. Without even turning once to look at the man, the mysterious new guy handed him a small slip of paper, blatantly ignoring his annoyed grunt of unwilling approval before leading me out into the deserted hallway.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?!” I screamed at the mysterious person once we exited the class, and I nearly dropped to the floor due to the momentum of his movements. I glared at him while pulling the sleeves of my jacket upwards, trying to steady myself.
“It’s been awhile since I last saw you, Avery. You’ve changed.” He grinned, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I don’t even know who you are, weirdo.” Scowling, I straightened my jacket and looked at him with a challenging glint.
His nose scrunched, and he looked confused for a second as he took a lock of my purple hair in his hands. At my protest, he dropped it and once again smiled that jaw-dropping smile.
“Forgotten your best friend so easily, huh, Ava? It’s only been what? Ten years?”
The smirk still hung on his face, but his comment made me examine him closely. Only one person would call me Ava. Forgotten childhood memories swam back to the surface of my mind, and a feeling of recognition hit me like a wave before a smile that matched his amused expression finally broke through on my features.
“Wesley Jerald. Damn, thought you had disappeared off the face of the earth.” I laughed as realization came. After a few chuckles though, I swiftly punched him in the arm, the scowl returning in full blast.
“Ow! Woman, what is that for?” he grumbled, rubbing where I just assaulted him.
“That is for disappearing off the face of the earth for ten years! You just left without a word! What was that? Seven years old feels like eons ago.”
Ever since then, it had always been just Blake and Avery.
Until my last birthday, that is.
“I had my reasons,” Wes grumbled, still rubbing his arm while glaring at me. “My family went in search of my brother. I honestly don’t even remember much about him. All Mom tells me is that he sends in money once in a while, and we’re all good because of him. You know how our family was before we left.”
I squinted at him with pure doubt in my eyes and folded my arms across my chest as if forcing him to spit out the truth.
“I’m serious, Ava! It’s been quite a long trip, to say the least.”
My eyes softened once I took note of his distraught expression, and I held my arms out, immediately enveloping him in a hug. “Okay, I believe you,” I muttered, enjoying the faintly familiar feeling of him engulfing me in his arms. “Just don’t disappear on me again, Jerald.” I grinned, lightly punching him in the chest.
“Wouldn’t dare dream of it.” Wes laughed, crossing his heart as if swearing his promise in an unbreakable oath. “Hey, you know what we should do? Get Blake, and the three of us can go catch up! Just like old times. Is he in class now? I didn’t see him on my way in.” Wes beamed, but his smile immediately vanished and was replaced with a frown when he noticed my scowl. “What’s wrong, Ava?”