Bad Girl //N.M

5

Five spliffs later and we were as high as the clouds.
By now we had went upstairs to a room and she was all over me.
"So bad boy what's your actual name?"
"Nate"
"Just Nate?"
"Yep"
"Stop trying to be mysterious and shit when I know more about you than you think"
"So what do you know?"
"I know that your second name is Maloley, since you weren't going to tell me, I know that you moved from Omaha, Nebraska and I also know that you're not as badass as you think you are"
"For one, how did you know that? And two I am a badass"
"For one-" she mimicked me "I have my connections, and two, I didn't say you weren't a badass, I just said you aren't as bad as you think you are"
"And why is that?"
"Like yea you have tattoos, which by the way are hot, and you smoke weed and drink and all that shit, but like what teenager doesn't. All I'm saying is: you're only in the beginning of badass hood-" she laughed "but I'm also saying don't get yourself into that shit, because now I'm into this mess and I can't get back out"
She took her glass of straight vodka, and walked out, swaying her hips before closing he door behind her.
I'm going to get that girl, even if it means going to the extremes.