BadGirl?

Wrote this when I was like 12 with poor grammar and spelling, so my bad for the mistakes. Thanks for clicking on it though x

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BadGirl?

What does that mean?

The title is a question for you to answer when everything is over, said and done. Will you believe she was really a bad girl? Or will you think that was just the reputation that followed her around?

Your opinion.

(Re-Edited)

I used to be one of those people who would hide themselves, who would get picked on by the bitches of the school, who didn't have any friends and the teachers hated me. My family was screwed up and confusing, my mother was a slut but my dad just couldn't see that.

But it all changed once I met him; Jesse Frey. He gave me the confidence to stand up for myself, to stand up to the bullies. He made me who I am today; the school bad girl. No, not the bully. Not the slut. I was the girl no one messed with but everyone liked. I stood up to those who caused fights and bullied people over stupid little things. This is the moment my life changed...

The moment I met him.

I was in year seven; I was rummaging through my locker to find my English work book. My pens and books were spilled out on the ground around me; I was a complete and utter mess.

"No wonder she has no friends, she's such a mess who would want a piece of shit like her," someone snarled behind me.

I knew exactly who they were; the popular's, the rich bitches, the plastics, whatever youwant to call them.

Their group was made up of the dumb but nice blonde (when she wasn't with the rest of her friends) Claire, than there was the smart brunette that acted dumb, Charlene, and the queen bitch Paige.

"Oi Jackie are you deaf now too?" Paige snapped pulling at my hoodie so that I fell over because I was in a crouching position. I landed flat on my ass. Yeah people saw but they didn't stop to ask if I was okay, they just walked on by. Why wasn't anyone helping me? For once in my life I wished someone did.

I started collecting up my scattered pens, books and other belongings when Paige points to a pen with her foot. "Jackie you're such a klutz, you missed one," she snarled kicking the pen further away. I followed the pen with my eyes as it slid across the floor and hit someone's foot. That someone picked it up and I looked to his face to see who it was. He well, was basically the school's bad boy, but he didn't seem so bad to me.

"Is this yours?" He asked pushing a hand through his thick black hair, and holding out the pen.

"Yep, thank you," I mumbled, taking my pen. As I brushed against his hand it sent warm shivers up my spine. Weird.

He turned to Paige and the other girls while I put my pen in my bag, "you should probably re-apply your crayola your face is coming off," he smirked at them.

"Since when did you care about anyone Jesse? Especially a nobody like her," Paige spat gesturing to me and I flinched at her verbal abuse. Even in my safe haven I was still abused.

"Get lost Paige your being a bitch, Jackie doesn't need you harassing her," he snapped at her and she frowned before stomping off with the rest of her posse.

"Thank you." I smiled at him when the bitches had completely gone.

"Anytime, I'm Jesse Frey by the way."

"Jackie Skye," I replied pulling at the strings of my hoodie to try and cover my latest bruise that Paige had done and someone else had worsened.

"Why do you hide yourself? And what happened to your eye?" He asked pulling back my hood revealing my dark red hair and tracing the bruise around my eye.

"Don't worry about it, I have to get to class, the teachers hate me enough as it is," I mumbled as the bell went but he made no effort to move, trapping me between himself and my locker. His face was inches away from mine. I could smell his minty breath hot on my face, his chocolate brown eyes were filled with some sort of emotion but I didn't know what it was. People only looked at me with pity and hate but that wasn't the case with Jesse.

"Can I walk you to class?" I nodded; I don't think I really had a choice anyway considering he wasn't moving.

We entered my English class and all eyes were on Jesse, then to me and then to our intertwined hands. I snatched my hand from his and hurt flashed through his eyes as he turned to Mrs Flint.

He mumbled something to her and she gestured to me to take a seat. I obeyed, and sat down, Jesse flashed me a smile as he left the room and no one said anything about it.

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He moved halfway through the year. I miss him and still think of him often. He changed my life and I would never forget him and that tingling feeling I got whenever I was with him.

Jesse Frey... I will never forget you.

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This is my 12vie work, so no hate mate.N