Your Typical Bad Girl

Welcome, new initiate! 😈 (Go ahead—imagine the evil laugh. I'll wait. Muhaha! ...Okay, I'm done. Mostly.)Just kidding😅(Not really)First of all—congratulations. You clicked. That alone means something. You didn't scroll past, you didn't roll your eyes and exit. You stopped. In a world where everyone's attention span is shorter than a TikTok clip, you took a second to give a stranger's words a chance. So thank you for that. Genuinely.This is my first book. My first story. My first time putting something out there that came from my head and my heart, and honestly? That's terrifying. It's like showing someone your diary, except you've decorated it with dragons and heartbreak and inside jokes that only make sense to you. There are going to be typos. There are going to be plot holes big enough to drive a truck through. There might be sentences that make zero sense on the first read, and characters who change personalities mid-chapter because I hadn't figured them out yet. And you know

Ariana30 minutes later and I was done freshening up. Time to get the outfit for the day. I went into the inner set of my walk-in closet where my "school outfits" are kept—which are mostly black and white. My parents don't really pay attention to the color or style of my outfit when I go to school. They probably think it's a trend. Hah. Old people. But when it's for family dinners, vacations, or occasions, I literally beg not to wear a tiara. Well, moving on."Mini mini mani no," I mumbled while selecting my clothes. What? Y'all don't do that stuff? Sigh. And I'm supposed to be the weird one.My fingers stopped at an all full black and white set—matching it with my black rope heels, one of my favorites. I squealed in excitement, almost jumping up and down. What? I'm a girl too, you know. I have emotions. Pout.Time to dress up!10 mins laterAll dressed up, I went down for breakfast. Thankfully, when I went down, Mom wasn't in the kitchen. Otherwise, I would have had to eat fancily—yo

Hey everyone,First of all thank y'all for the vote so far,even if its little I still appreciate it so far.________________________________________*Ariana*“Good then start stripping” this is gonna be fun. This poor kid was just shaking without moving so I helped you know with a kick for a reminder“Be quick or I'm gonna be late for class”Everyone knows I'm a straight A student, wouldn't want mom and dad to be called to school for any reason even if I know the teachers wouldn't dare as they are equally scared of me. I prefer having my grades up incase mom and dad want to brag about me in one of our family dinner about my grades. Any who...The kid was already done stripping,I'm not gonna lie he's a bit refined you know for nerds..Hah.“Im done stripping ” he managed out“Why you telling me you know the deal”And then the show began. I nearly died of laughter for the poses like just imagine a nerd with glasses big enough to almost cover his entire face,with puckered lips with a dang

Hey guys, sorry for the wait and suspense—I've been really busy lately. How about I write an interesting chapter for y'all to make up for it? 🤗---ArianaThe guy was totally speechless—like he was just opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish. Pathetic.Finally, they decided to introduce themselves. The one with the lowest IQ was Derek Jones. The one in the middle was Eric Johnson. And my patatino? Tristan Hales.Tristan. That sounds so sweet.I caught myself staring at him, then snapped out of it. I mean, what has come over me? Since when did I start daydreaming? Something must be wrong somewhere. Maybe I'm getting sick. Yeah, that's it.Anyway. School was finally over. For the first time—Hurrayyyyy!!!! I finally get to get out of this hell hole, and also I get to avoid someone. So I'm feeling pretty great.I was practically hopping towards my car, nearly smooching it, when I saw them. The PIGS. Yeah, you guessed it right. Those three idiots were all looking in my direction li

*Ariana*After dinner with my parents, I went out to see my boyfriend. Gasp Ariana has a boyfriend?! Shocker!Well, anyways, his name is Davis, and I think he's like the only one I don't find annoying. I think it might be love? Right?.. Yuck!We both went on a date to this restaurant. He kept saying the food was "to die for." He knew me with my school identity, so it's cool if I act crazy sometimes.We ordered lasagna and mashed potatoes. I wanted the mashed potatoes 'cause I already had dinner, remember.The waiter came back with the back of what I ordered. Like, why is my mash potatoes looking like potatoes mashed instead? I was amused and furious that I just had to ask."What is this?""Sorry ma'am, there was no mashed potatoes left, so I decided to bring what was available.""Wow!! What happened to coming back and saying, 'Ma, there is no mashed potatoes,' instead you brought this?!"Davis was trying to calm me down, but I wasn't having it."You know what? You can have it." I shove