- Scott's POV -
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'She said to me, forget what you thought, 'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught.'
Her. The one who'd sit at the back of the library at the same time every single day. Her hair tied up in a pony tale, her eyes roaming over the pages of the numerous text books sitting in front of her.
She always looked lonely. She wouldn't be thought, right? Surely a gorgeous girl like her would have at lease one friend... a boyfriend even.
With nothing else better to do, I hop up from my place and make my way over to the back of the library where she was sitting.
"Hey!" I coo.
"H-hi," She mumbles, giving me a small smile.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Just studying," She seems to think for a moment before a devilish smirk forms on her lips. "How about we go do something exciting instead."
She stands up and grabs my wrist.
"What?" I question, eyeing her hand.
"Lets go do something exciting." She repeats.
"Like what?"
"I dunno... lets go to a party or something." She giggles.
I gape at her. This seemingly innocent girl that I watch slave over text books for hours a day, wants to go to a party?
"You really shouldn't judge a book by its cover, you know. I'm not all good grades, text books and following the rules. Its all an... act, I guess. I like to keep my father happy, but I also don't mind having a good time. Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught, ya know?"
Still gaping at her she laughs and tugs on my arm, "C'mon, you up for a little partying?"
"I don't know where were going to find a party, but I'm defiantly in."
'Shes a good girl, hasn't been caught.'
