Teach Me How To Be A Bad Boy
"Hello. Umm, are you Blair Windsor?" I whipped my head around to see a half-naked teenage boy standing before me with hopeful eyes.
"Yeah... So?" I replied with caution. Why isn't he afraid to talk to me?
"Uhh, I have a question- err favor- err" he stuttered, his voice cracking on every other word. Never mind. He is definitely afraid.
I cut him off, "Spit it out! What do you want?" I demanded.
He visibly gulped. "I've heard that you're sort of the bad girl of the school and I was wondering if-"
"Sort of?" I cut him off again, staring at him with a bored expression.
"I mean, you are the bad girl of the school, and I was just wondering if you could maybe..." He paused and took a deep breath. "Teach me."
"Teach you what?"
"Teach me how to be a bad boy."
Warning: Contains a shit load of strong language. You've been warned...