The Bad Girl Wears Pink
If you are going to be BAD, then you have to do it the BAD way...
It's pretty simple: 
1) Don't get caught 
2) Always have a Plan B
3) If all else fails... Run...Run for your life!  
Everyone has a bad side. Some try to deny it's existence, some hide it and others well...they rule the world with it. 
In the book of being BAD, there are ninety-nine formulas for world domination... 
Number one: You aren't BAD until you can walk around the school dressed in all pink and have everyone afraid to approach you. 
Number two: You aren't BAD until you can break into a certain bad boys house and well... do the wrong kinds of stuff. 
Number three: You aren't bad until quite
 frankly, you have declared vengeance against the bad boy. 
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"I heard you like bad boys," Blade says with a vivid smirk on his face. 
I glared up at him, without responding clenching my fists fighting the urge to punch him in the face. 
"So...?" He says after a couple of seconds of silence. 
"So what?" 
"So what do you think...Tinker Bell?"     He says emphasizing on the stupid name. 
His face moved closer to mine and I stared back into his green eyes, watching the fire inside ignite. 
I smirked, "Then find me one."
Blade grins at my witty retort and shrugs it off.
"I look at you and I see cotton candy, but then you open your mouth... and suddenly you turn into liquorice," he scoffs. 
"Welcome to the game bitch, your move, now let's play."