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.


2. 2 | Accepting


Cleaned my car today.. for the first time. Turns out its red. I had a little extra time this morning since Sam decided to be stupid last night on his way home, he crashed his car. Of course it wasn't major, but it was still enough for it to not start up. Now we have to use my car, the dinosaur. Literally, It belonged to my great, great, great grandmothers neighbor, who in fact rented the car from his mother. I'm surprised it's still running. Sam came down my driveway, covered in sweat.

"Did ya run a marathon?" He glared at me, "Practically! You're house is so far!" He yelled, leaning over and breathing heavy.

"You live two minutes away from me, Sam."

"Yeah, two minutes of dogs chasing you." I stifled  laugh, "Just get in." He looked up at the car. "Its red? I thought it was brown." I looked at him, "Me too."

We finally made it to school and me and Sam separated. I mad my way into history class and slammed myself into the seat. It's Friday but I hate school. Sam said he wanted to take me to a party tomorrow night, which I didn't want to go to. Ive only been to two parties in my life. One of them being the Student body party the school provided. "Alright class! Today e will be reading from the book! Ill choose who reads." He smiled and clapped his hands together. He looked at me and smiled, "How about you Bair?" I signed and slid deeper into my seat

As the classes went by, I was now in my 5th period. Math. We've only been in here for 20 minutes and I already want to punch the kid next to me and break all the calculators. I walked up to the teacher, handed him my test and sat back down. Did I study? No.

15 more agony minutes later, I was packing up as everyone piled out of the class. I stood up too, and almost made it to the door. Almost.

"Miss Mitchell, I would like to speak with you." My math teachers voice sounded stern. I squeezed my eyes shut and slowly turned on my heel.

I glanced at my watch, suppressing the child-like whine that was about to spill out of my mouth, I knew right away that whatever he had to say, wasn't going to be good. The man hated me with a burning passion. I mean, I couldn't blame him.

"Do you wanna know what you made on that test?"

"Well no.. not really." He looked at my sternly.

"Alright, Yes." I sat down in one of the desks he had sitting next to his computer. He pulled out a stack of papers and found my name on the top. He slapped it onto my desk. I briefly looed at it knowing it was gonna be bad. I did a double take, written in red was an 80.

"This is how it should be all year, Blair." I signed, I know this.

"I know Mr. Tiddle. Im trying, Im trying really hard.." I looked up at him to see him beaming down at me happily. "Good. Now ill see you tomorrow." I made my way out of the classroom and smiled at my now passing grade.

The next class, as the 2 hours passed I was sitting with my fried Erica, telling her about the guy me and Shelby and passed paths with.

"I'm gonna rush there today, that way you can see him!"

"He better be cute, otherwise ill be mad." She said, as the bell rang. I rushed out and made my way down the hall.

'Hey! Wait up," Erica yelled behind me. She caught up with me, I looked at her. "Okay the code word for when I see him is pizza." She nodded as we went down the hall, I searched every inch for the mystery guy.

"PIZZA!!" I yelled, getting way to exited. I yelled it to loud because his head shot up and we locked eyes. For about 10 more seconds before the wall ran in between us.

"What was that?" Erica said beside me, obvious to the scene that just happened.

"I-I don't know."

I hoped into my car and waited for Sam to come running out. I saw his head bobbing up and down as he, and his huge bag, made their way down the hill. Once he got in the car, we made our way home.

I contemplated between whether I was actually gonna do this or not. "For gods sake; If you don't do it, I will!"  Sam yelled, taking the laptop from me. I reached to get it back but he already clicked it, and happily handed it back to me.

I stared down the words 'Friendship request, sent' with a little arrow beside it.

Turns out his name is Lucas, and I was stupid enough to tell Sam about it. Who decided he wanted to see this guy for himself. So he found him on facebook and sent him a request on MY account. I moved the arrow on top of the words 'Cancel Friendship'.

"Ah ah ah," Sam said, wagging his finger at me, "You've already sent the request, which means that he already got the notification." He grinned.
The next night, I was in a dress and regretting what I was about to do.

"Come on, B! You look great, now lets go before the party ends." Sam groaned from my door.

"Fine." I pulled down my dress a little and we got into the car.

You could hear the party from miles away, 'Alexander was always the best party thrower', Sam told me a day before.

I Stepped out of my car, and we made our way inside.
Sam took a drink from the side bar and handed it to me,
"What is this?" I shouted over the nerve wrecking music.

"Margarita, try it" He yelled back.


I took the risk and made my first sip, I felt the liquid burn down my throat, although it was good.

"Is it okay for me to leave you here and go to the dance floor?"

"You don't want to dance with me?" I feigned hurt.

"Please, I know that you would decline the offer and I just want to save my pride."

I let out a snort before laughing.


6 Hours and 7 drinks later, on Blair's part, I was carrying her into her house. She giggles and poked my face, "You have a pimple righhhhhhht," She paused and poked my nose, "There!" I swatted her hand. Im never bringing her to a party. Ever again. She better hope her parents are asleep. I opened her door, balancing her on my leg. "Weeee!" she put arms out as though she was flying. "Blair! shut up! Youll wake your parents. "I set her on her bed and she snuggled into her pillow. She started humming to her self and I stifled a laugh.

"Hey! I nee a directions!" She turned over to me.

"Oh yeah? to where?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Your heart." I glared at my best friend as she busted out laughing. I made my way over to the door.

"One last thing! What rock group has four men that don't sing?"

I signed, "What?"

"Mount Rushmore." I slammed the door shut and signed.

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