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How To Turn A Good Girl Bad:
Step Six: You Leave The Good Girl Alone For A Week:::
“I still can’t believe you swore at a teacher.”
It’s been a week. A whole week and Rebecca doesn’t seem capable of letting it drop. She hadn’t stopped reminding me at every opportunity there was, this morning was particular she hadn’t left me alone. We were walking down the hallways of the school, and for the first time in a long time Rebecca didn’t immediately vanish as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. Instead she walked with me. Maybe a week ago I would have been happy, even ecstatic that my sister and I were talking properly, but no. The one time I wanted to be left alone was the one time she decided to follow me.
I walked a little ahead of her, my jaw clenched and my grip on my bag was tighter than it needed to be. I was determined to ignore her so she would go away.
I stopped once I reached my locker. My sister still didn’t leave me alone, but carried on talking. “I mean I haven’t heard you swear since...” She trailed off trying to think back in her memory. “Now that I think of it I can’t remember you swearing ever.” She said. “Come on; cuss.” She prodded my back with a sharp nail.
I gritted my teeth. “I’m not going to swear Rebecca.” I said placing my books carefully into my locker. Why couldn’t she just leave me alone? Usually it was hard to get her to share more words than necessary. What was it about me getting a detention that made that change?
“Come on!” She complained loudly. “You can swear at a teacher but not say one rude word for your own sister?!” A few heads turned to give her a questioning look, this was probably the first time she had ever herself said that the two of us were actually related in public.
I turned to give her a cold look. “That’s about right.”
“Come on one word and I’ll leave you alone.”
As tempting as that sounded I shook my head. “No.” I told her flatly closing my locker.
“Just say fuck.”
“Leave me alone Rebecca.”
“I’m not going to swear.” I said lazily.
She muttered something indistinct under her breath. “Fine I’ll call mum and dad!” She said triumphantly, like she had just had an ingenious plan.
I wanted to roll my eyes at her, but stopped myself. Instead I stopped and turned to face her with a questioning look. “And tell them what? ‘Mum, Dad, Hailey is refusing to swear on my command’?” I asked her with an eyebrow raised. “I’m sure they’ll punish me severely for that.” I said turning back around to walk along the halls.
I could almost hear her eyeballs rolling. “Obviously not.” She said in annoyance. “I’ll tell them that you were in detention.” That made me stop dead, in my tracks. She wouldn’t.
I turned to look at her; she had a smug look on her face. “You wouldn’t.” I said through my teeth. “Not after all those times I covered for you. I could tell them you were in detention as well anyway don’t forget.”
She just smiled more. “Yeah but I’m not the perfect child. Mum and Dad would be far more disappointed that their golden daughter landed herself a detention.” She stated evilly. My jaw dropped.
“You can’t do that.” I protested folding my arms with a pout. “I still covered for you all those times.” I pointed out. “Who told mum that you were ill in bed, and stopped her going in your room to check on you when you snuck out to the party? Who made dad believe that some random kid took his favourite car joy riding and crashed it into the bins, when really it was a drunk dare preformed by you? Who’s the one who got you out of having to go on a date with Benny Rice by giving him private tutor sessions, where he did nothing but make dirty, sex related, puke worthy, sickening, jokes? Who’s the one who convinced Mr Sterling to not give you a detention when you wanted to go to your first ever cheerleading tryouts? And who was the one who managed to break their leg climbing up the tree when we were six to get you that kite? That was me!” I told her. I could have continued, but her smug look was completely gone now. “You owe me this much.”