Love of a Bad Girl

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to my mouth and chewing loudly, teasing my best friend Annabelle.

f Dear John were already rolling. She let out a long sigh, her voice a mix of exasperation and disbe

the couch as I stretched my legs out in front of me. I didn't mind my tattoos-they were part of me, a way to express who I was. It was always a bit

her long, natural blonde hair tied back in a simple ponytail, her pristine outfit a far cry from my band tee and ripped jeans

I chuckled, tossing another p

ression, wiping at her eyes. « Shut up.

he room, and I almost choked on the popcorn I'd just thrown in my mouth. My hand s

to swallow the popcorn that

d made my stomach drop, a

cold, and full of anger. It sliced through the air like a knife

me curiously. « I'm having my sleepover with Annab

orce of nature. « I don't care.

mind once she'd made it up. « Mom, it's just one night. Ca

coming home now, or there will be con

ered at the edge of my mind. I didn't want to hear them. I just didn't.

as I hung up the phone. I knew she

? » she as

f the situation. « Yeah. I'll be fine. M

back. Just gotta deal with her. » Annabelle waved me off, already engrossed in

their social standing more than anything else-the size of their houses, the price of their cars, the designer clothes they wore. And then there was my family. My father, a high-powered lawyer with law

on on my key fob, locking my car behind me. It was a habit I had, even though I knew there was no need. No one would

nding in the entryway, arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. The box on the table caught

, and my stomach dropped along with it. She didn't even

keys onto the table. I could feel her gaze

s I examined the box. But when I finally saw w

ped, her voice tight with disbelief, a

t beating faster as I processed her words.

f the situation. I crossed my arms in a defensive gesture, mirroring my

er voice rose, louder this time, and I could pr

y mind. How could she even think th

No! That's not mine! It's Casey's, oh my gosh! Mom, you

could she forget that day? I had literally been standing right there

tell she wasn't convinced. But how could she think that? This was ri

regnant, Mo

n, and I could almost hear the gears turning

she nodded once. « Fine. But we're going

't realize I'd been holdi

s was only the beginning. There was more to come from t