Taming the Bad Girl (Should I continue?)
Mar 14, 2016 18:13:16 GMT -5
Post by Thunder on Mar 14, 2016 18:13:16 GMT -5
This is just a book I've been working on, inspired by the music video to the song 'Confident' by Demi Lovato and I want to know if I should continue or not.
Boys aren't the only ones who can be bad. Meet Jade Mavericks , eighteen years old, Juvenile Queen and well known player of Santa Fe High School. Tall, slim and sassy, she is 50% seductive and 50% pure evil. Some say she is a temptress, others say she is your worst nightmare.
Meet Lucas Stark, Jade's new enemy. In and out of foster care since he was five, he finds himself in the household of none other than Jade Mavericks, herself. Soon, he finds himself falling for the Juvenile Queen. Perhaps she's falling for him, as well.
Will someone finally be able to tame this wild beast? Or will fate step in and end it all?
(Mind the Spoiler below)
Boys aren't the only ones who can be bad. Meet Jade Mavericks , eighteen years old, Juvenile Queen and well known player of Santa Fe High School. Tall, slim and sassy, she is 50% seductive and 50% pure evil. Some say she is a temptress, others say she is your worst nightmare.
Meet Lucas Stark, Jade's new enemy. In and out of foster care since he was five, he finds himself in the household of none other than Jade Mavericks, herself. Soon, he finds himself falling for the Juvenile Queen. Perhaps she's falling for him, as well.
Will someone finally be able to tame this wild beast? Or will fate step in and end it all?
(Mind the Spoiler below)
{Chapter 1}
Everyone loves a good bad boy and good girl story. You know, the stories with the bad boys, usually cocky, rude, hot and schools player. Then you have the good girl, the shy, quiet, honors student with a dark past. Then, there's the part where they realize they are falling for each other. Well, boys aren't the only ones who can be bad and not all girls are good. Actually, behind every good girl, is a wrecked past and behind every bad boy is a good girl. But, in this case, behind the bad girl, is a bad boy.
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The sound of clinking chains and heavy footsteps sounding through the halls along with the dim light, shining through the bars of her cell woke up the infamously dangerous, Jade Mavericks. The girl that many of the guards would trade lunches off, just so they wouldn't have to deal with her. Many of the inmates knew her as the Juvenile Queen; in and out repeatedly for years, since she was 15. She was always the one to start fights and spent a lot of her time locked away in a padded cell. That day, she was sporting a nasty purple bruise along her jawline and an ugly split lip, faded dark red smears streaking across her lips, up to her nose. Her long black hair tangled with blood. The look she gave the guard was known throughout the detention center. A look of pure disgust. Her lip pulled back and nose wrinkled, like she was judging someone very harshly. Her brown eyes shined with agitation with being woken so early on a Saturday. The guard stood outside her cell, holding his keys up and sorting through them agonizingly slow.
Jade pressed her lips into a fine line and narrowed her eyes in defiance, sitting up in her bed. Even in a baggy grey sweatshirt and black yoga pants, she still looked intimidating. The look she walked around with and the way she held herself showed there was no breaking her, no making her behave. It was the type of look that showed the guards that no matter how many times she was released, she would always end up behind bars, again. There was no stopping her and no limit to her defiance and hatred towards the law.
Once the guard found her key and unlocked her cell, she stood up and pulled her lip back in hostility. It was like entering the cage of a circus lion. You can enter, but you can expect to get your hand bit off in the process. "C'mon," the guard said in his low, harsh voice as he reached out to grab her. "It's early, let's not do this right now."
Jade jerked away, curling her fingers into fists. The only thing holding her back was the fact she didn't feel up to a fight that early, given she had just woken up. Taking in the words of the guard, she relaxed her fingers and allowed him to take her. His fingers curled around her arm and his nails dug into her skin. With as much force as he wanted, he dragged her out into the hall. She allowed him to, the snarl still plastered on her face. "Where are you dragging me? I didn't do anything wrong, I was sleeping," she snapped, cranky from her lack of sleep.
"You have a visitor," the guard growled in response.
"Visitor? What are you talking about? No one visits me."
Instead of answering her, he pushed her through the doors into the visiting room. A room separated by thick glass and desks pressed against the glass. The desks were separated by wooden dividers with a white landline hanging on them. The one that was closest was the only one that was open, with a dark haired women sitting on the other side of the glass. A women Jade knew very well.
Her hostile glare increased as she sat down in her chair, very slowly. The women smiled, her green eyes lighting up with her fake enthusiasm at seeing Jade, who grabbed the phone off the divider and held it to her ear. The women did the same. "Hello, Jade," she spoke softly, urgently in a voice of questioned authority.
"Mother," Jade greeted, flatly. "How nice of you. You came to see your daughter, seeing as how you got me locked up here in the first place."
Her mother's smile vanished and she lowered her voice.
"Jade, I am not here to fight with you. Not this time. However, we will discuss this when we get home. As for now, I will say that I did what was right."
Jade snorted, twirling the phone cord around her fingers, her hateful glare holding steady. "Yeah, because that always shows how much you care for your daughter."
Hannah, Jade's mother, stiffened, her grip tightening on the phone, her other hand running nervously down her leg before gripping her knee. Another fake smile fell on her face. "I came here to tell you something. Whether you like it or not is up to you, but you will not fight with me about this, understand?"
The only response was a disgusted snort. Jade shook her head slowly, a sneer on her lips.
Hannah straightened once again and drew a sharp breath, not sure how to take this conversation. "I've become a foster parent. There is a boy who I am fostering named Lucas. Poor boy, been a foster kid since he was five. Anyway-"
Jade drew a long breath and leaned forward on the desk, releasing the phone cord. Her voice dropped to a menacing low and dangerously calm level as she spoke into the phone. "You can never replace me. No matter how disappointed you are, no matter how hard you try, you can never change the fact that I am you daughter." She scanned her eyes over Hannah, taking in the fact that her mother had come, but not because she missed her daughter. She had come announcing that her daughter was to be replaced with a child. "Now, go. Don't come back, either. I don't want to see you here, again."
She stood and allowed herself to be escorted out of the room, leaving her mother in tears, slumped over the table, sobbing. Jade took one last look over her shoulder at Hannah, a smirk tugging at her lips as she followed the guard back to her cell.
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The sun had gone down and the moon and dominated the skies, turning the cells dark. The lights had been turned off hours earlier, but Jade found it hard to sleep. She had less than a month before she could leave, but she didn't know what she would be returning home to. A boastful eight year old? Constantly dodging a minefield of little kid legos left all over the house? Being woken up at three in the morning on Christmas?
The thought of having a child in the house caused Jade's fingers to curl into fists.
The fact that her mother so openly decided that she wanted to replace Jade, her own daughter. It was sickening and Jade didn't like it. If Hannah had wanted a son, she should have had one rather than a daughter.
Unable to handle her anger any longer, she rose to her feet and turned toward her brick wall. My mother wants to replace me, she thought, feeding her anger. She can't accept me, so why try?
She reeled back and drove her fist into the wall. Her hand screamed in pain, and begged her to stop as she continued. She punched it again and again until her knuckles were swollen purple and bloody. Once her hands grew numb, she flopped on her bed and examined her knuckles. She'd broken open her scabs which had just started to heal from the last time.
It didn't matter how many times she punched that wall, it wouldn't change the fact that her mother was trying to replace her for an eight year old.
Eventually, sleep got the best of her and Jade lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, her knuckles throbbing. "Just one more month," she muttered to herself. "Just lay low for one more month."
Everyone loves a good bad boy and good girl story. You know, the stories with the bad boys, usually cocky, rude, hot and schools player. Then you have the good girl, the shy, quiet, honors student with a dark past. Then, there's the part where they realize they are falling for each other. Well, boys aren't the only ones who can be bad and not all girls are good. Actually, behind every good girl, is a wrecked past and behind every bad boy is a good girl. But, in this case, behind the bad girl, is a bad boy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sound of clinking chains and heavy footsteps sounding through the halls along with the dim light, shining through the bars of her cell woke up the infamously dangerous, Jade Mavericks. The girl that many of the guards would trade lunches off, just so they wouldn't have to deal with her. Many of the inmates knew her as the Juvenile Queen; in and out repeatedly for years, since she was 15. She was always the one to start fights and spent a lot of her time locked away in a padded cell. That day, she was sporting a nasty purple bruise along her jawline and an ugly split lip, faded dark red smears streaking across her lips, up to her nose. Her long black hair tangled with blood. The look she gave the guard was known throughout the detention center. A look of pure disgust. Her lip pulled back and nose wrinkled, like she was judging someone very harshly. Her brown eyes shined with agitation with being woken so early on a Saturday. The guard stood outside her cell, holding his keys up and sorting through them agonizingly slow.
Jade pressed her lips into a fine line and narrowed her eyes in defiance, sitting up in her bed. Even in a baggy grey sweatshirt and black yoga pants, she still looked intimidating. The look she walked around with and the way she held herself showed there was no breaking her, no making her behave. It was the type of look that showed the guards that no matter how many times she was released, she would always end up behind bars, again. There was no stopping her and no limit to her defiance and hatred towards the law.
Once the guard found her key and unlocked her cell, she stood up and pulled her lip back in hostility. It was like entering the cage of a circus lion. You can enter, but you can expect to get your hand bit off in the process. "C'mon," the guard said in his low, harsh voice as he reached out to grab her. "It's early, let's not do this right now."
Jade jerked away, curling her fingers into fists. The only thing holding her back was the fact she didn't feel up to a fight that early, given she had just woken up. Taking in the words of the guard, she relaxed her fingers and allowed him to take her. His fingers curled around her arm and his nails dug into her skin. With as much force as he wanted, he dragged her out into the hall. She allowed him to, the snarl still plastered on her face. "Where are you dragging me? I didn't do anything wrong, I was sleeping," she snapped, cranky from her lack of sleep.
"You have a visitor," the guard growled in response.
"Visitor? What are you talking about? No one visits me."
Instead of answering her, he pushed her through the doors into the visiting room. A room separated by thick glass and desks pressed against the glass. The desks were separated by wooden dividers with a white landline hanging on them. The one that was closest was the only one that was open, with a dark haired women sitting on the other side of the glass. A women Jade knew very well.
Her hostile glare increased as she sat down in her chair, very slowly. The women smiled, her green eyes lighting up with her fake enthusiasm at seeing Jade, who grabbed the phone off the divider and held it to her ear. The women did the same. "Hello, Jade," she spoke softly, urgently in a voice of questioned authority.
"Mother," Jade greeted, flatly. "How nice of you. You came to see your daughter, seeing as how you got me locked up here in the first place."
Her mother's smile vanished and she lowered her voice.
"Jade, I am not here to fight with you. Not this time. However, we will discuss this when we get home. As for now, I will say that I did what was right."
Jade snorted, twirling the phone cord around her fingers, her hateful glare holding steady. "Yeah, because that always shows how much you care for your daughter."
Hannah, Jade's mother, stiffened, her grip tightening on the phone, her other hand running nervously down her leg before gripping her knee. Another fake smile fell on her face. "I came here to tell you something. Whether you like it or not is up to you, but you will not fight with me about this, understand?"
The only response was a disgusted snort. Jade shook her head slowly, a sneer on her lips.
Hannah straightened once again and drew a sharp breath, not sure how to take this conversation. "I've become a foster parent. There is a boy who I am fostering named Lucas. Poor boy, been a foster kid since he was five. Anyway-"
Jade drew a long breath and leaned forward on the desk, releasing the phone cord. Her voice dropped to a menacing low and dangerously calm level as she spoke into the phone. "You can never replace me. No matter how disappointed you are, no matter how hard you try, you can never change the fact that I am you daughter." She scanned her eyes over Hannah, taking in the fact that her mother had come, but not because she missed her daughter. She had come announcing that her daughter was to be replaced with a child. "Now, go. Don't come back, either. I don't want to see you here, again."
She stood and allowed herself to be escorted out of the room, leaving her mother in tears, slumped over the table, sobbing. Jade took one last look over her shoulder at Hannah, a smirk tugging at her lips as she followed the guard back to her cell.
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The sun had gone down and the moon and dominated the skies, turning the cells dark. The lights had been turned off hours earlier, but Jade found it hard to sleep. She had less than a month before she could leave, but she didn't know what she would be returning home to. A boastful eight year old? Constantly dodging a minefield of little kid legos left all over the house? Being woken up at three in the morning on Christmas?
The thought of having a child in the house caused Jade's fingers to curl into fists.
The fact that her mother so openly decided that she wanted to replace Jade, her own daughter. It was sickening and Jade didn't like it. If Hannah had wanted a son, she should have had one rather than a daughter.
Unable to handle her anger any longer, she rose to her feet and turned toward her brick wall. My mother wants to replace me, she thought, feeding her anger. She can't accept me, so why try?
She reeled back and drove her fist into the wall. Her hand screamed in pain, and begged her to stop as she continued. She punched it again and again until her knuckles were swollen purple and bloody. Once her hands grew numb, she flopped on her bed and examined her knuckles. She'd broken open her scabs which had just started to heal from the last time.
It didn't matter how many times she punched that wall, it wouldn't change the fact that her mother was trying to replace her for an eight year old.
Eventually, sleep got the best of her and Jade lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, her knuckles throbbing. "Just one more month," she muttered to herself. "Just lay low for one more month."
Keep it going!
