Good Girls Don't Get Caught

Good girls are just bad girls that don't get caught.
Lucas Delaney is that kid in school that you know exist but you'd never talk to. He's the kid that sits in the back of the classroom. He's the kid you didn't know was a street fighter.
Anastasia Emmerine is the girl you knew exist and you'd want to talk to. She's the girl you'd see raising her hand at every question. She's the kid you didn't know would go bad.

Jarred Ravens is the kid who made her go bad in the first place.


1. 1 | Meeting


I laughed as I drew the last part of my masterpiece on Shelby's body, a smiley face on her arm. I laughed and stepped back,

"Yep, definitely gonna be a hassle getting that off." I've been drawing on her body for the last two hours, if it wasn't for her giving me a sharpie of course this wouldn't have happened.

She stood up and pulled out her phone and angrily flipped the camera on.

"What did you do?!" She yelled, looking at her body. It was not only her arm that I used as a canvas, but also her face, neck and both arms.

"At least I didn't draw anything bad.." I mumbled, Which was true. I colored her arm and wrote "Blair was here" On every other inch of her body.

We both looked at each other and started laughing.

The bell rang and I rushed out of the classroom with Shelby by my side.

I really hate block classes. Why do we need those? We just sit there anyways. I signed and looked at Shelby.

"You look bad." I laughed, smudging a little more sharpie down her face.

"Gee, Blair. Thanks!" She dabbed a little on her finger and touched my neck.

"Gross!-" I was cut off by a guy stopping in front of me, but he was looking at Shelby. "What happened to you?" She pointed to me, "Its all her fault!" I looked at her, "Was not!" I lied. He looked at me and then did a double take, smiled, then walked away. What? I looked at Shelby, who just shrugged and started walking. I caught up with her, "Did you know him?"

"Nope." She said popping the P. "Did you?"

"No, but he was hot." I laughed shyly.

"Ew! No, he.. no. But he looked at you weird." She said, Turning into her classroom.

"He was hot!" I yelled pointing at her and going across the hall to my classroom.

I entered Mrs. Franklins art class, and sat down next to one of my closest friends, Sam.

"Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" I remembered the last 3 minutes and Blushed beet red.

"OOO BLAIR LIKES A GUY!" He practically screamed. The guy next to me looked up and glared. Sam put his hands up in defense, "Sorry but a girls a girl."

I banged my head down on the table, " I need sleep." I signed. The last 2 weeks have probably been the hardest. It was the end of the second semester of my freshman year, and my grades were finally catching up to me.

"No, you need to hibernate." I picked my head up and glared at him.

"Before I would've taken a bullet for you, now I want to pull the trigger." He faked gasped. I laughed and stood up. I made my way over to the teacher, who in fact highly dislikes me because I do nothing in this class. I stood in front of her. "What do you want Mitchell?" She signed, looking up from her computer games. Arnt teacher suppose to work to? "Can I go to the bathroom?"

"I don't know can you?" Ugh.

"Yes, I can."

"That's not the answer I was looking for. What for?" All of the teachers have been asking this for the past week. The student body found a couple of girls smoking in the bathroom so now they have to ask.

"To open the chamber of secrets. What do you think?" She nodded for me to and I quickly made my way to the bathroom.

I walked in and immediately wanted to leave. Standing by the mirrors were the 3 people I hate the most. Alana, Carrie, and Rebecca. They all looked from the mirrors as soon as they heard someone entering, "Look guys, Its Blair! The prude!" They all laughed. They use to bully me in 8th grade because every time My boyfriend back then would ask me to.. Ya know I would always say no. I didn't want to end of 15 and pregnant. Is that so wrong? I signed and turned around. I can hold it until I get home. "She's so stupid."

"She's nothing but a whore." You probably have an STD.

"You're a piece of trash. Worthless."

As I made my way out of the bathroom, I ran straight into someone. I gotta stop doing that. I mumbled a sorry and kept walking, fearing it was the guy I ran into earlier. The person grabbed my arm, "Blair?" I looked up to see my Ex boyfriend, Cam. I looked around at my surroundings, to make sure no one was looking. "Can we talk?"

"You have 4 minutes and I'm leaving." I can not stand more than 5 minutes with this.. this guy.

"I need you.. I miss you.."

"Yeah? Where were you when I needed you? Where were you when I needed someone to be there? Where were you when I need you to tell me that everything was going to be okay? That I was going to be fine?" My blood started to boil when I remember those days when I was crying and pleading him to tell me that it was all a joke, that he was just kidding, we were getting back together. We were together for 2 years and he decided to break up with me. OVER TEXT.

"Im sorry. I'm the worst boyfriend-"

"Ex. Ex- boyfriend. You broke up with me remember?" Even though those words came out like I wasn't hurt, Those words were shards of glasses that stabbed my heart. He slowly let go of my arm and I walked back to my class, banging my head back down on the table.

"Ouch, Hey can I come over today?" Sam said, I cringed. I have homework and more and more homework-

"Pleaseeeeeeeeee.." He whined.

"Fine! Now let me sleep."
2 hours later, I found myself walking home, on the bridge 5 Minutes away from my house. Sam ditched me, he usually takes me home. I guess he wanted to get there before I did. My mother always had cookies waiting on the table when I got home. pretty sure that's the only reason Sam comes to my house. My mom and dad don't mine, only because they know Sam was gay. Otherwise, he wouldn't be allowed one foot in.

I opened the front door and signed as I didn't smell the fresh cinnamon cookies I usually smell. Told ya.

I walked in, only to find myself screaming and blushing.

Sam Dixon is wearing my pink bra.

"Sorry," he smiled sheepishly.

"I just found it interesting."


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