But I'm a Good Girl...

Chapter 1: "I'll just be studying..."

"Don't worry, daddy. I'll just be upstairs studying for my World History final!" I lied through my teeth as as I saw Michael's car pull on on the other side of the street.

"Okay, sweetie. Don't study too hard, now. You're young, have a little fun!" My father spoke as he looked up from his newspaper to kiss my cheek.

I laughed with a false sense of innocence, hoping the conversation would not last any longer. I had to hurry. Michael was the impatient type, he didn't like to be kept waiting.

I ran upstairs as quickly as I could, yanking out my pony tail on the way up and letting it bounce with the rest of me to create that messy, sexy look that I knew would drive Michael crazy all too well. I practically rammed through my door. I slipped off my white, collared, button-up blouse and slipped on a tight, yellow tube top. Then, I traded my black skirt and white stockings, both knee-length, for a pair of dark, blue-jean booty shorts. I slipped on a pair of blue sandal-wedges. That covered my outfit. Next I took off my glasses and through them clumsily in the drawer and quickly, yet carefully put in my contacts. I did a quick eyeliner and mascara job and applied a neutral-toned lipstick. I teased my hair a little, running my fingers through it. I made a kissy face into the mirror before nodding in approval of my look and racing to my window-sill.

Michael was already out of the car, leaning against the side of it, arms-folded with a short-temper. I knocked lightly on the window from the inside, but it was enough for him to notice. I waved him over and he came to the side of the building as I struggled to unlock and raise my window. He stood at the bottom before seeing me start climbing out, then he began climbing up the fire escape as I began climbing down. I was cautious, so he helped me down the rest of the way, his rough arm tightly grasped around my side. When he reached the bottom, he let go and motioned for me to jump down to him, which I did.

When he caught me from behind, he spun me around and squeezed my side, kissing me rather aggressively. "Well hello there, sexy. What took you so long?"

I giggle, shrugging and planting another hard kiss on his lips, his face still in my grasp. He grabbed my hand tightly, pulling me behind him. "C'mon! We have to hurry!"

I ran behind him, struggling to keep up with his tug, for his steps were much larger than mine, and I was in wedges. We rushed across the four-lane, not even looking either way for cars. A lot of cars came to abrupt stops, beeping and screaming out the window, with some profanities to which Michael flipped off without even bothering to turn. I made and apologetic face, as though it was an accident, and shouted "Sorry!" behind him, to which the driver just waved off. Finally we approached the purple convertible that was parallel parked on the side of the road opposite of the complex where my father's law firm that we lived above was. Michael released my hand and hopped over the side of the door into the driver's seat and cranked the car, whereas I took more time to actual open and close the door to get in properly and actually fasten my seat belt.

Michael sped off into the traffic without even looking behind him. "Where are we going?" I asked, still frantic.

"You'll see when we get there won't ya?" He said, coolly, slipping on his shades as we turned to a more empty street with the perfect view of the sunset. I rolled my eyes and grunted, brushing my hair off my shoulders to let it flow in the wind. Mikey chuckled.

"What?" I asked, sounding more annoyed than I really was.

He looked over to me, taking his eyes off the road and lifting his shades up. He bit his lip in that sexy way that gets me every time. "You're so hot when you're mad."

I cocked my head to the side and rolled my eyes in he direction, shaking my head, before I turned straight ahead again to hide my blushing and smirk. Then my eyes widened. "Oh my God, Mikey! Watch out!"