Плохая Девушка Novels & Stories

“She’s so far out of your league, it’s not even funny. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, smart and clearly has money if that bike is any indication. And you think she wants you? She’s probably got a paid education to Harvard Business school and a job lined up at her daddies company. She doesn’t need some trailer trash wannabe fucking up her life. You should really just do her a favour and leave her alone.” I can feel my face burning as the anger burns through me. “Fuck you, Ben.” I seathe out before storming upstairs and shutting myself in my room. FUCK! He should not be able to get under my skin like this. Usually I don’t pay any attention to his bullshit but this hits me hard. And I know that it’s

I went straight to the point, and the woman, thin and about fifty years old, wrinkled her nose when she heard Selena's name. “She's a crook of the worst kind. She lives by scamming rich men, with the help of her daughters and a degenerate who is dating one of them." I knew! “It seems that this region is really a mine of scoundrels. “Not all of them are bad. There are a lot of good people around here." Her gray eyes, crinkled, widened a little more. "Do not tell me they've set you up." "They are trying. Looks like I am going to have to be the guy who puts an end to these infamous tricksters."

I am really curious as to what's in it but I'm not gonna give her the satisfaction of watching whatever she has planned actually happen to me. The first might have been a decoy to actually make me feel safe and sound till, boom, I open the other and white itching powder rains on me or something that's gonna make my face break into humongous zits that'll never leave me forever. Okay, maybe I'm over-imagining things and none of those things could happen but she's also Natasha Banks, a cruel, popular, good-looking bitch! And yes, I know I just complimented her in this supposed-to-be-rant!

Lemme explain. Imagine this: a bad girl in school known for her devious, merciless nature and reputation suddenly shows up dressed up like—wanna say—Sleeping Beauty. What do you think is gonna happen? It's gonna be like the Apocalypse. Worst part? Her senior folks are gonna walk in with her. It's gon' be like a princess with two bodyguards. No—two devils! Why did I not think of this in all of my plans? "Uh... Ari... Ari..." A hand was being waved in front of me.

I reached out with my free hand, desperate to touch him, to bridge the chasm. But he yanked his arm away as if my fingers carried poison, then shoved me back a step, my heel catching on the floor. I stumbled, the tray slipping from my grasp and crashing to the ground, cigars scattering at my feet. “Oh, fuck no! Don't you fucking touch me, you disgusting whore!” He spat the words. “Don’t be too mean, look at her, crying like a little bitch.” The girl giggled again. “Pathetic. You think you're better than this? Working here, letting these pigs ogle you? Uegh, you're nothing but trash.”

"Does it matter whether I'm good or bad? There was a time when I loved you with everything I had. And because of one lie, one stupid, well-meant lie, you threw me away without mercy. "No matter how I begged, you stayed cold, like you didn't even remember the time we had together and the things I did for you. You pushed me away without a second thought. And now, in your eyes, I'm just the flirtatious Mrs. Gomett who sleeps around with no shame. "Yet here you are, still drawn to me, unable to stay away. I bet if I said yes right now, you'd gladly be my lover, too. So, the 'bad' woman gets everything, and the 'good' woman gets the consequences."

A group of girls had walked in. “Did you girls see the recent post about Noah Reyes? God, I’m so happy he finally went back to himself,” one of them said. “That bitch actually thought she had a chance when we’re way prettier. I mean, look at us we look like models.” “God, I hate her. Have you seen the way she follows him around? Even after he dumped her for two months.” “I can’t lie, I want to be her so badly. Can’t wait to finally try my luck and get Noah into bed,” another voice added.

I asked shocked, getting up again and ignoring the pain at the back of my skull, flinching a little then glaring at her. "U.uhm...Noah?" She stuttered, getting up slowly from the bed while avoiding my eyes "I'm sorry, I might have taken your library card from your front pocket just to know who you were, I know you're a racer and a member of the bad gangs around here, I'm really sorry. Please don't kill me!" She said all at once. What?? Kill her? Me? Part of the bad gangs? There are really bad rumors about me around here.