Good Girl Gone Bad

Chapter Two : Someone Play Him A Meghan Trainor Song

I'm late.

And that is completely and utterly normal. So is my frantic morning rush and hastily gobbled breakfast. I decided to wear something a little fancy today, it being the first day back, so I went with a black choker top, white ripped jeans, black ankle boots and a white beanie cause it was getting colder and I adore beanies. Basically I was black and white today. Hey, that was a Michael Jackson song.

My brother had already left, considering he went to a different school then me and it started earlier than mine. Yelling a quick goodbye to my mom, I grabbed my backpack in one hand and skateboard in the other, stumbling out the front door.

Rushing to the sidewalk, I let my board fall onto the ground and hopped on, giving a firm push against the ground as I took off. I loved riding my skateboard. It gave me this amazing feeling; like I was free and could go anywhere, do anything I like. Weird, I know, but Graffiti here was my safe haven. Yes, I named my skateboard. Suck it up.

Autumn was approaching and it was by far my favorite season. I loved how the leaves changed colour. How they merged from green to brown to orange and then a glorious gold. How they danced through the air when falling, free for a precious few moments before the ground claimed them. How there always seemed to be an amazing crisp wind blowing. Autumn was bliss.

Today was bordering on amazing, weather-wise. The sky was a rich, watery blue, dotted with clouds like thick puffy cotton swabs stuck to it. The sun hid behind them shyly, emerging occasionally to pour buttery sunlight onto the world. A slight wind blew, cool enough to make me sigh in relief. And everywhere, tiny glorious leaves danced through the air gleefully before reluctantly landing onto the ground.

A perfect morning. Or so I thought.

When I was young, I used to wonder how celebrities actually got popular. Once I used to believe it was only the talent. I don't anymore. Now I realize that this world strives off fame and fortune. Just those two things. Not kindness. Not talent. Just beauty and money. It sucks, sure. But its the way of the world, so I learned to deal with it, considering I had none of the above.

But it still stung as the school bus rolled by, right on time, and kids hung from its windows, leering at me. 'Need a ride, Flabby Faye?' One kid shouted and the rest burst into laughter, the echo reverting back to me long after the bus was out of sight. I hated high school. All everybody did these days was judge each other and then complain about it. Ironic.

It took me less than the usual time to reach school and soon I was rolling up to the impressive place, watching the peach and white building grow bigger the closer I came. Amherst High was known for its amazing education and the opportunities it provided its students. Around 83% of its students graduated with flying colours and went on to do great things. Or so I've been told. All I've actually seen are self obsessed biatches (technically, that isn't a bad word) and egotistical jerks. They have money so they automatically assume they have superiority. I pity what this world has become.

I didn't slow the board as I neared the front door but instead picked up my speed, jumping over the small stair case with a flick of my feet and dodging the gathering students. Rolling down the halls, I frantically maneuvered my board around everyone, heading for my locker and hoping for no interruptions. On the way, I picked up my schedule from an extremely sour receptionist and glanced at it occasionally, almost at my destination.

Of course I couldn't get there without incident. Of course not. Because my life holds no pity for me whatsoever.

Halfway there, I realized I was approaching 'The Crazies'; the group of incredibly snobby, conceited, rich, popular kids. These kids 'Ruled the School' apparently. I said a quick prayer to myself as I approached them, hoping they would pay me no heed and I could pass without embarrassing myself.

I almost did it. Key word being almost.

I was at the end of passing them, the four boys and two girls, and had already sighed in relief when it happened.

Here's comes my insignificant moment.

I felt the slightest of pokes in my back, between my shoulder blades, and the world went to hell. A millisecond, just a millisecond more and I would have been out of that cursed hand's range. Maybe then, my life would have been the complete opposite. Maybe. But it didn't.

If I had been going the slightest bit slower, that small nudge would have done nothing whatsoever. But due to my desperation to pass The Crazies as quickly as possible, I had been zooming by at quite some speed. So you can use all the laws of physics and whatnot to explain why that tiny push upset my delicate balance and sent me sprawling to the ground.

I landed with a small oomph, papers spilling out of my hands and spreading across the floor gracefully as I let out a moan of pain. Around me, I could hear the students burst into laughter, yelling insults at me. Great. Just great.

Behind me, someone spoke up.

'I think your skateboard doesn't like you very much considering the way it seems to be trying its hardest to get away from you, Flabby Faye. But then again, who could blame it?'

I turned my scowling face up to see who had said that as the jerks around me burst into chortles yet again. The self conceited David King stood in front of me, a self satisfied smirk on his face.

I glared at the bastard as I scrambled to grab my papers from the floor; trying to get them before the kids started stepping on them, which they were now starting to do. Jumping to my feet, I turned to face David with a smirk on my face. His posse stood behind him, including the 'Queen Bees' Trio. Actually, it was only duo at the moment, consisting of Ashely and Ceres, the strawberry blond and redhead both taking a video on their expensive Iphones. Thank god Alexis wasn't here. I couldn't handle her right now.

'Hey David?' I began, 'I had no idea your father was starting a new line of jeans. Congrats. It looks awesome. Or I think its supposed to.'

David's dad ran a fashion company that was extremely famous, but the important thing was there was no new line. Obviously.

His face scrunched up in confusion, 'What?'

I grinned at him happily, 'You heard me. Maybe wearing jeans backwards with the zipper open will become a world sensation. Be proud you're the first one to do it. I mean I have my doubts, but hey, its a free country, tight?'

David's head whipped to his jeans, as did everyone else's and his face reddened, realizing I was right. He felt his butt and frantically tried to pull the zip up as people started pointing and snickering. I winked at him, turning and breaking into a jog to catch up with my run-away skateboard.

'Oh, and by the way?' I yelled over my shoulder, my voice carrying to him easily, 'Love the strawberry shortcake underpants! You're rocking them!'

The kids behind me broke out into guffaws as David yelled at them to shut up. I laughed to myself, picking up speed and hoping Graffiti hadn't been stolen by some loser or been damaged in a collision. Ten seconds later, it came into view, zooming past startled students and not slowing down; as though some invisible force was pushing it. Just what I needed. A supernatural skateboard. Great. Someone call Sam and Dean. I'm gonna need some help.

God, I needed to exercise more if I couldn't even catch up to my own runaway skateboard. Already panting for air, I ran past kids, shouting at them to move out of the way. I started gaining on it when I saw an extremely unsettling sight.

My skateboard was headed straight for someone standing in the middle of the hallway, apparently in the middle of a heated conversation with another unidentified. Even from here, I could tell the dude was popular. If it wasn't the way the other students stared at him in awe and whispered about him when they passed, then it was probably because he had, what seemed to be, the body of a Greek god. I couldn't see his face but his muscles rippled underneath his shirt and he stood in a confident, cocky manner. Students flowed around him like a stream around a rock.

And Graffiti was headed straight for him. Oh no. No, no, no. I was in deep, deep faeces.

I pushed myself harder, almost collapsing from exhaustion and cursing the students of Amherst High for choosing this day to successfully avoid my skateboard and ignore it completely.

'Move it, people!' I yelled, barrelling through them like a bulldozer. I was on an adrenaline high.

I'm going to make it! I'm going to make it! I chanted to myself as I ran, but me being me, stupidly stumbled and that illusion went straight down the drain. s**t! I cursed in my head.

'Heads up!' My yell rocketed loudly off the walls and reached the guy a second too late. He spun around with annoyance and confusion etched onto his face which switched to surprise in the millisecond it took him to register a bright skateboard and a maniac girl barrelling towards him.

I completely forgot to realize I was going too fast. Oh no. Instead of going brake! my treacherous brain saw the guy's face and went damn, he's hot, instead.

And then the skateboard hit him in the feet. Hard. If it was anyone else, they would have been on the ground, moaning with pain at the blow. But the guy just flailed in the air, trying to keep his balance.

Of course I didn't help matters when I ended up colliding with him as well.

Well, that didn't go down too well. Get it? Down well? Hehe. 

Oh, forget it, I'm pathetic.

The next thing I know, I'm falling to the ground with a small shriek and taking the poor guy with me.

It took me a moment to get over my shock and realize I was half straddling, half hugging possibly the hottest guy I had ever seen, in the middle of the hallway on the floor. It still took me a minute more to fully comprehend it and I finally snapped out of my daze when he groaned and squirmed underneath me. I heard his confused, 'What the f**k?' next. He could have easily pushed me off but we both kind of froze when he opened his eyes and they met mine.

Let me just say that eyes as blue as his should not exist. It wasn't possible. I kind of felt like I had been shocked. Badly.

Now, I realize what normal people would do in a situation like mine; which they'd probably never get stuck in, in the first place cause, duh, they're normal. A sane person would immediately stand up, shriek a gazillion omg's and I'm so sorry's, give the guy a hand and promise to make it up to them.

Of course, I, not being normal, did nothing of the sort. Instead, my traitorous brain decided to blurt out the first thing that came into my head.

'Hey! I know you!'

Yes, that was what I squealed like a 9 year old. I even pointed at him for god's sake. Pointed.

But he just glared at me in anger and let out a sigh of annoyance for some reason. 'I'm sure you do. Now are you gonna get off of me or what?' He spat and I recoiled in surprise. Sheesh, grumpy much? I finally gathered my bearings and scrambled to my feet, gathering my poor papers again and giving my skateboard a good glare before picking it up.

The guy was standing by then, brushing off his jeans and running a hand through his hair. I just stared at him in deep thought. I know I knew this guy. I know it.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something but I interrupted him. 'Aha!' I exclaimed, snapping my fingers as the answer came to me; he looked startled for a moment, 'I know! You're Jacob!'

I looked at him excitedly, waiting for him nod or something and prove me right but he just frowned hard. Behind him, his unidentified friend, previously forgotten, burst into laughter. 'Well, what do you know?' He chortled. Personally, I didn't know what he thought was so damn funny, but he continued. 'Someone who doesn't know the famous Ryan Stryker! You doing okay buddy? Ego need a little help after that bruising?' The guy, Ian, my brain finally supplied me with a name, burst into laughter again. At least I got one name right. Or it was the fact that this dude was in my English class. Anyway...damn it. I got Ryan's name horribly wrong. I'd be blushing in embarrassment by now.

Except for one tiny problem: I don't blush. Ever.

And thank goodness for that.

I stared at my fingers as the guy, Ryan, glared at Ian and gave him the middle finger before turning back to me with a glare. 'What the f**k is wrong with you? What kind of maniac would run into someone like that anyway? Are you on drugs or something? And if this was some way to gain my attention than congratulations. You've got it. Now get out of my way.'

I could only stare at him in disbelief for a moment, mouth agape as I comprehended his words. He thought I did this on purpose? I looked at his satisfied, confident exterior and felt rage simmering inside me. I did not run like a maniac through these halls for him. That asshole had something coming if that's what he thought.

'Listen here asshole,' I hissed at him, stepping forward and poking a finger into his chest. Damn, it was hard. He blinked down at me in surprise. 'I did not run through these halls like a maniac to get attention from an egotistical, big headed jerk like you. I didn't even know you freaking existed until now. So I suggest you change that opinion of yours before you end up looking stupid. Although I must say its already too late for that. You should get your head out of your ass and realize that not every girl you meet will be ready to fall into bed with you at a single command. So, whoever you think you are, get lost. Saukerl.'

Yes, I even threw in a classic 'The Book Theif' swear word in there. Faye 1, Egotistical jerk 0.

I stepped back after lashing out at him and that's when I realized that quite a crowd had gathered around us, pointing and snickering or just gaping like idiots. Great. Could this day get any better? Note the heavy amount of sarcasm. I stepped away from the seemingly stunned Ryan and pushed through the crowd, realizing that the bell for first period had rung ages ago and I was gonna be late. Just freaking brilliant.

'Hey, Mad Girl!' I heard Ryan call out from behind me. He seemed to have gotten over his shock at having been insulted by me. That spoilt i***t had probably never even heard the word 'No'. Someone play him a Meghan Trainor song.

'What?' I snapped at him, whipping around to see that he was glaring at me yet again. 'You haven't apologized,' he said and I frowned at him. 'For what, exactly?'

'What are you, mentally challenged? For hitting me with a skateboard and then crashing into me. Obviously.'

Instead of fuming at what he'd said, I returned his glare with a smirk, turning around and starting to walk away again, 'You see dear Ryan. To apologize, I actually need to feel sorry for my actions. Can't say I particularly do at the moment though. So too bad.'

I heard a collective ooohh from the crowd I was leaving behind and despite myself, grinned at it. Who knew roasting assholes would be this fun?

'This isn't over, Mad Girl!' I heard the jerk yell from behind me and rolled my eyes.

Like hell it isn't. And don't call me Mad Girl.