Good Girl Gone Bad

Chapter One : An Attitude Worse Than Rebecca Black's Singing

I snapped the lid of my laptop shut and sank back into my pillows with a sigh; the tiny beep it emitted before going into sleep mode, the only sound in my room. Despite my best intentions, it was final.

Alexis Chase was officially a b***h.

Of course, if you asked anyone other than me, then she had been one for over three weeks now. But for someone who had been her best friend until a month ago, AKA me, it wasn't possible. Suffice to say I had been in denial and now reality had hit me like a bucket of ice cold water. Sweet.

They say puberty hit people like a truck. If that wasn't true than I was Obama. I had seen the scrawny, sniveling mess of kids around me turn into dominating, intimidating terrors. Hot, certainly, but still terrors.

But if puberty hit the others like a truck, then it hit Alexis like mother f*****g mars.

Gone were the chubby cheeks and twin pigtails. These were things of a distant, unbelievable past. Now it was 6 inch heels and 7 layers of lip gloss. Not to mention the 1 trillion extensions, fake tan and an attitude worse than Rebecca Black's singing. Add to all this the fact that she hates my guts and is alive only to make my life miserable and there you have the antagonist in any high school story.

Welcome to my life.

I guess introductions are necessary but I'm gonna keep it short. I'm Faye Raven. My ex-best friend is now my enemy. My crush is now her boyfriend. I used to be fat in middle school and now my reputation is stuck with Flabby Faye. My two new, wayyy better best friends are Avril and Rhea, both of whom I love and are amazing. I'm kinda bullied at school but mostly ignored. My family is crazy but f*****g amazing. And I've never in my life used as many swear words as I have recently done and promise to cut back on them.

Oh, and this is the last normal - if you can call me normal - day of my life.

There. I think that's about it.

Back to it then. I sat there pitying my life and ignoring the huge pile of homework by my side until my mom called me down for food; for which I squealed in delight and bounded out of my room faster than I run away from my problems.

'Faye honey,' my mom called from the kitchen, the sound of running water indicating that she was washing dishes, 'set the table will you. Food will be ready in five.'

I stared at her in disbelief. Talk about betrayal. 'Mom!' I whined, flopping down onto a chair and pouting at my mom, 'you said food was ready! Not that it was going to be. You lied! What a great role model my own mother is to me.' I glared at her but she only rolled her eyes, scrubbing at some huge dish in the sink with zest. What happened to the dish washer? And where did that dish even come from?

'Young lady you stop being dramatic and set the table. You and I both know the only way to get you down here was to yell food. Now get up and help me.' She gave me a stern look until I yielded and slouched to a nearby cupboard, grumbling under my breath. Of course she had to be true.

I grabbed three plates and cups expertly and balanced them in my hands till I reached the dinner table, humming Coldplay under my breath. If there was anyone who could survive this world without music, then it wasn't me. I was barely getting by anyway.

Speaking of music, I could hear my dork of a brother, Asher's, songs playing all the way downstairs. And believe me when I say that the vocabulary wasn't very pleasant. 'Hey douchebag!' I hollered up the stairs, placing the dishes down, 'shut that junk up and get down here! It's time for food!'

Like I predicted, he switched off his sound system and thumped down the stairs at sonic speed. I'm glad my family had our priorities straight. Food always won.

'Hey nerd,' my brother sang before ploughing by me into the kitchen. I smirked after him and waited. Three, two, one...'Hey! Where's the food? Faye, you buttmunch! You lied!'

Duh.

I grinned at him as he emerged from the kitchen, annoyance splashed across his features. He glared at me and I let loose an amused chuckle, beckoning him to start setting the cutlery.

As much as it makes me want to barf, I gotta admit that my brother isn't bad looking. He has jet black hair with this single streak of blue running through it, like mine. His eyes were a vibrant green and his sharp jaw had slight stubble on it. His cheekbones were sharp, same as me, and he had long almost feminine lashes, fanning out and visible even from where I stood. Also, you could say he was pretty muscular, considering I've had eyefuls enough of his six-pack. Let me just say that when it's your own brother, Ew.

It was just him, me and my mother. Well, it was now.

After an extremely amusing dinner of steak and mash potatoes, we all settled down to watch Clueless. It was a family tradition. Every Sunday night we sat down to watch old, awesome movies. This time it was Cher doing her thing.

By the end of the movie, I had popcorn in my hair and Asher had them up his nose. Talk about crazy. My mom was snorting with laughter as she switched off the T.V and I ran to my room with Asher at my tail, screaming profanities at me; moaning that his nose hurt and all he could smell was popcorn.

Ha! Who would complain about that?

Slamming my door shut behind me, I dissolved into peals of laughter as Asher collided with it and fell to the floor. That was classic.

'Faye you open this door right now or I swear you'll regret it!' he yelled and I snorted in amusement. 'Yadda yadda yadda...Whatcha gonna do?' I yelled back, 'close a door in my face?' I laughed again, clutching at my stomach in an attempt to...actually, I have no idea. It was reflex. Or something.

'You know what I'll do,' Asher whispered, now leaning against her door, 'I think mom would just love to hear about that tattoo you got secretly, don't you?'

'You wouldn't!' I gasped in horror, imagining the hell that would break loose. But then I thought of the reason I got the tattoo and dyed a streak of blue into my hair, and sobered up completely. There was an aching feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'd had it for a year.

I opened the door quietly then and went to slump down onto my bed, back to my sulking mood. Asher took one look at me and his face contorted with guilt, 'Oh no. I reminded you, didn't I? I'm sorry Faye.. It'll get better, I promise.'

I just nodded at him and felt immensely tired suddenly. I could have slept for a millennia.

'How come you haven't touched these things yet?'

I looked up to see Asher messing around with my paint kit, opening the bottles and peering inside them. Rushing to his side, I snatched them away from him.

'Don't touch them!' I exclaimed, my exasperation evident in my tone. He put his hands up in a gesture of surrender, 'Sheesh. Alright, alright. I don't see what the problem is though. They seem to have all dried up. You're obviously not using them.'

I glared at him until he laughed at my expression and retreated from my room, ruffling my hair in the process.

He was true though. I hadn't touched my paints in ages. But even as I looked at them, I could only look at two particular colours . The red and the blue. One that I hated and one that I loved. Tearing my eyes away, I dressed for bed and crawled under my covers with a sigh.

School was finally starting again tomorrow and boy was I relieved. I didn't have much of a social life and this house was getting claustrophobic, no offense mom. Yes offence Asher.

My mind was in turmoil and it took me ages but somewhere in the middle of my thoughts, sleep crept up and stole me away.

The nightmares returned full fledge that night. But then again, when did they not.