Don't Tempt Me

I had everything going for me until my father died when I was 11. He tucked me in, he kissed my forehead, he gave me hugs, and he was my number one supporter. Now all I am is a bad girl. I used to be a good girl like the ones I would make fun of now. I don't care what people think of me wearing those short shorts that showed my smileys or wearing those low cut shirts that made it known that I had boobs. I hear them talking in the halls sometimes in my way to class. Comments about me weren't always bad. And there is no way in Hell my reputation could ever be turned around.

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2. Maia's POV

Maia's POV

I looked myself in the mirror one last time before I left to school. I was wearing a leather jacket, a striped low cut neck shirt that scooped across my boobs and ended right before my bellybutton, and some ill fitting ombré high waisted shorts. When I looked in the mirror sometimes, I find myself trying to wake up from a bad dream. This was actually me. I dyed my used to be dark brown hair a bright fire truck red which made my green eyes brighter than before. I made my eyes an extra shade darker today. My eyeliner was thicker, my eyelashes looked black and longer than usual, my eyelids filled with many pallets of dark make up, and my lips were a very rosy red to match my hair. I touched my face and could never imagine looking like this ever in my life. Before I had second thoughts about myself like I usually did, I left the room. 

My mom already left for work and left a note like usual, 'please make good choices. I'll be home later.' She barely looks me in the eye now. I grabbed my bag and threw over my shoulder. I got in my white BMW and drive out of my neighborhood. Even though my dad died, my mom still made a good amount of money. Her annual salary is 600,000 a year. She works as a lawyer. My dad used to work for the FBI and get paid a decent amount of money. His salary would go from 700,000-1,000,000 a year, considering he had a high rank in the agency. I wish he was still here.

When I pulled up to the school, I saw Ariel sitting on the steps for me. She had her brown redish blonde hair tide up in a knot on her head and had her classic black boots with studs on her feet even though it was almost summer. She was the one to get me to due my hair. She told me to just start with the tips, but I insisted on doing all my hair as a fresh start. Unlike me she had pale skin and couple of zits here and there, but her skin was fairly clean and well kept. My skin was like an olive color to a lighter brown with no acne. A lot of guys found Ariel attractive as well. She's just not the type in talking to them, so I would talk to the guys for her. Once in while, we came across a guy who tried to use her to hit on me- pathetic right? I set her boyfriend, Myles, up with her a couple months back and they've been inseparable ever since.

"Hey! What's up girl?" She greeted me.

"Ughhh everything's good. Just ready for school to be over."

"Are you going to the party tonight? I hear there are a lot of guys wanting to get with you."

"Not if you aren't."

"I'm going with Myles for sure," she smirked.

We started to head to our classes. I would always follow her to her geometry class, trying to look as if I'm also in one of the easier classes in this hall. As she walked into the room, I would run to the other side of campus and made sure nobody saw me. When I walked into the classroom, Mr. Crowley greeted me and waved a hand for me to sit down.

"How are you today, Maia?" He asked.

"Good, Mom was gone like usual," I gave the status of my day to him like usual. He started to become a fatherly symbol to me. He would push me to try to be better and stay away from all the bad. Mr. Crowley found out about the people I hung with in the beginning of the year. He was my only teacher I had this year except for elective.

 I'm above my grade level in all classes and am considered a college level student. My mom payed for the school to higher the level of learning for students like me, but I'm the only kid in school who has that high of learning and skill level. My GPA surpasses many of my friends. It's a 5.0, but I never show my report card to my friends I just copy them onto the computer and shred them. Even though I gave up respect for myself, I haven't given up on my education.

"Okay, I will take roll now. Maia Henderson."

"I sometimes think you do this for your own amusement." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay. Now that's everyone's here. I will start the lesson."

After I was done with all my lessons with Mr. Crowley, I still had elective-drama. My drama teacher also told me herself that I had a talent- she just was very disappointed with my dress code choices. I took my seat where I usually sat. 

"Okay class, we have a new student in class. He is a very late transfer as school is almost over, but as many of you know he is a traveling popstar." All the girls sighed in unison and I just clenched my teeth. Oh please! But at least the guys still had there eyes on me.

"You can take your seat now, Mr. Malik," she gestured to a seat right next to mine.

"Now class, today we will do a lesson on mirroring each other. You will be partnered with the person that is next to your desk. Go!" As a result no one listened to her instructions and did their own thing. Zayn was the first to ask me to mirror with him. 

"Why not pretty boy?" I sarcastically said. 

"Hey Maia! Will you be my partner?" A boy named Jacob said. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. I remember him; he was the one that I have a lap dance to before and embarrassed the heck out of him afterwards.

"I'm okay, thanks anyway. Jacob is it?" 

He rolled his eyes and didn't bother talking to me the wrest of the period.
Soon Zayn and I started to mirror each other. 

"So I heard that there's a party tonight." He mimicked me.
"Do you want to go with me?" He smirked and felt obligated to follow the mirroring as the teacher passed by us. "Sure. I would love to." I replied. The bell rang. And he came up to me as I packed my bag.

"Just let you know. I'm not into girls like you," he stared right at me and made sure I understood.

Authors Notes: hoped you liked the story so far. I will have more coming soon. Leave comments and suggestions about the book.

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