"You are a sexy ass muthafucka and ain't no bitch worth your tears Jean."

I say pulling a cigarette out and lighting it. "She cannot see she got the better of you."

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I WAS FUCKING LATE FOR SCHOOL.

Wait.. what's that? A glimmer of care.. Oh shit it's gone.

And those are the words I used to explain to my History teacher Mr. Ackerman on how I was late. He paled at my abusive language and I smiled putting a bounce in my step sitting next to a boy in a black tee and black skinny jeans.

"Names Jean."

He said and I laugh. "And I never asked." Ok, ok, that was rude. "Sorry, name's Wolf, Luna Wolf."

I shook his outstretched hand and the prof asked if we had any questions. "Yeah I do-" I say propping my feet on my desk. "Can we pop a window so I can light a cig cause your nonsense is making my head hurt."

Some of the class chuckles and the other along with the prof scoff at me.

"Ah yes, the new bitch."

The prof growled. Oh he swore Imma have some fun with this one.

"Get up here brat and tell the class who you are."

I nod and go to the front of the classroom and bow. "Name's Luna Wolf, I'm 18, moved here from a shit town in a nowhere fucking state. I like to smoke and drink, cause fuck life, I'm trying tho, I promise." I say with false sweetness. "I like music, being a bitch and reading, don't like it or me? Stick it up your ass."

I shrug and the Jean fellow claps. I bow to him and smile a serpents smile toward the rest of the class. Ackerman rolls his eyes and I sit back down Jean fist bumping me. I take my book out and pretend to pay attention. I ripped a piece of paper from my notebook and wrote my number on it. 'Wanna ditch?' was scrawled sloppily on and I slipped it to Jean when Ackerman looked away.

I raise my hand and look to the teacher. He points to me and I grin. "May I use the restroom please?" He rolls his eyes and sighs. He nods and waves to me. I stand up and leave the classroom walking out the front doors with no one seeing me. Jesus this school was shitty.

I wait on my bike looking to the doors, I see Jean climb out a window and he shimmied down a drain pipe.

Well, isn't he a special snowflake. He jogs over to me and I throw him a helmet. "Get on bitch." He grins slipping the helmet on and he sits behind me.

His arms wrap around my stomach and I roll my eyes starting my bike leaving the parking lot.

I drove down the road and went up to a gated street. I hand the gate manager my pass and the gates swing open. I drive slowly down the road letting Jean soak it all in.

I was not wealthy by any means... Who was I fucking kidding. I was packed with money, when my grandparents and parents died they left me everything. house, vehicles and money.

Lots of money.

I pull into the driveway and park the bike. I fish the keys out from my leather jacket and walk into my house.

"Leave the helmet there with mine." I say walking into the closet hanging my jacket up. I slip my boots off and I walk back out. I take my hair out of the ponytail it was in and my silver curls laid on my shoulders and breasts. I take off my white shirt not exactly caring if Jean saw and walked into my room. I pulled on a black crop top then stripped off my black skinny jeans. I slipped on black shorts and walked back out.

"Whiskey? Vodka? Rum?" I ask Jean and he looks up. "Oh, uh, whiskey please." I nod and pour two glasses of the drink.

"So, you are the bad boy I'm guessing?" I ask and grins nodding. "Dated the cheerleader and got my heart smashed."

I make a face and place my hand on my heart. "Oh you did fall hard didn't you?" I shake my head fake disappointed. "A cheerleader. Tut tut."

He grins and drinks all of the amber liquid. "It feels good doesn't it?" I ask. "To drink away the pain?"

He looks at me and nods a smile on his face and he drank some. "To drinking and fuckin' away the pain."

"Cheers." I reply and clink our glasses.