What Bad Girls Want:, Chloe Knox [good romance books to read TXT] 📗

CAUTION

Caution: this book contains a lot of sexual content, virile jokes, and etc. that might not be appropriate for younger readers. The age recommendation is there for a reason. read at your own risk.

Intro: Easy, I throw my pussy at everyone

The first three years of my high school career, I didn't hang out with the guy...Hell, if I'm being honest, I didn't even realize he existed! And there's a reason for that! He's a total nerd, geek, virgin, whatever you wanna call him.

Me? Whether it means stealing my parents' alcohol, or just going to a club for the night,
I like to have fun!

Jesse McCall? He doesn't look like he knows the definition of fun, and he's one of those walking dictionaries.

But, I'd actually like to graduate school, and not by the skin of my teeth. Now I'm not saying I want to be valedictorian because—let's face it—I've smoked way too much pot for that to even be a slight possibility, but I'm not dumb and don't like seeming like I am. I wanna do good in school—and no, it's not only because my parents' said they'd take away my car if I failed a single class...emphasis on 'only'.

Jesse's my only chance.

"Okay, so....to solve this particular equation we have to first, distribute the negative sign through the parenthesis. Next, we have to get the variable on one side and the numbers on the other. And because you do to one side what you did to the other, I'd add '2d' to both sides to get rid of the '-2d' on the left side. Then, I would, subtract '7' from both sides, to get the variable on one side and the number on the other. That way we could--"

I licked my bottom lip as I huffed, "Way-way-way-wait a second."
Jesse froze, looking up at me from the tips of his brown curls of hair, "Okay...what's the problem?"

I forced a laugh, "What's the problem? The problem is that you don't speak English!"

"Well, no, I don't speak proper English, but barely anyone does now-a-days."

"Can you speak a bit slower, maybe?"

Jesse shrugged with an amused smile, "You want me to go slower? We've been working on the same problem for the past six hours."

"Well maybe I have better things to do then find the math problem's 'x'. I mean, hello? She's gone, and she's never coming back!" I yelled dramatically at the notebook Jesse was clutching on his lap.

Jesse narrowed his eyes, "Ha-ha, very funny. Now back to the problem--"

"I don't know the answer. You apparently do, so just...tell me the answer."

"I'm not gunna help you cheat."

"Why not?"

"Because, it's wrong," I rolled my eyes, "...besides, how is it you managed to pass your freshman, sophomore, and junior year without passing algebra."

"Easy, I throw my pussy at everyone." I said flatly, tossing my legs over the arm of my couch and glancing at my nails like all the cheerleaders do twenty-four-seven.

But even from my peripheral vision, I could see Jesse blush. "Your, uh...pussy?"

"Yeah, see. Here she comes now." I mumbled, lifting Meeka from the floor and placing her on my lap. I gently ran my hands over her silky black coat of shedding hair and began to talk to her, "Say isn't that right, Meeka."

Jesse forced a smile, "Oh...that kinda pussy, right...um..."

I bit my lip to hold back a chuckle.

As much as Jesse's goody-to-shoes ways bugged me, his constant nervousness was refreshing, compared to all the perverted jokes I'd have to deal from all the cocky bastards at school. I actually found it kinda sweet, how Jesse was easily embarrassed and intimidated. It was cute how easily I could shake him up, make him blush....especially since it was by me, a girl. To other girls, yeah I guess I could be pretty scary since I have a bite that backs up my bark (unlike most girls who are all talk), but guys rarely thought of me as threatening.

“…that’s a joke right?”

I stared at Jesse with disbelief, “Do you honestly think I’d have sex with Mr. Towels?”

“Well, I—“

“I mean, maybe I’d fuck Mr. Richardson because he at least has a full head of hair. Mr. Towels; he’s bald, not to mention fat.”

“Mr. Towels isn’t bald.”

“Hun, it’s called a toupee.”

“Oh…”

We both sat silent and motionless for the longest moment; I stared at Jesse, Jesse, to no avail, pretended not to notice my staring by glaring at his notepad.

“What’s up with you?” I asked, and the moment I did, I regretted it.

“Do you think I’m good looking?"

My eyes went wide with surprise, “Wait, what?”

“Do you think I have you know…symmetrical features? Because I read in a book once that symmetrical facial features are a sign of strong genes in a male and are a common trait in attractive people. And so I was just wondering if—“

I moaned while glaring up at the ceiling, “Uuhh! Who’s the girl?”

Jesse stopped rambling and looked up at me, “What?”

“Who’s the girl, the one you’re all bent out of shape about?”

Jesse shrugged, forcing an awkward smile that immediately told me he was about to lie, “What? No, there’s no girl.”

“Look, do you want my help, or no…? Who’s the girl?”

Jesse sighed, easily and quickly giving in, “Natalie Richter.”

I immediately burst into a fit of laughter, “Na…Natalie? You have a crush on Natalie? Natalie Richter? Oh man, you are screwed.”

Jesse rolled his eyes, and then furrowed his brow to glare at me. To my surprise his glare was actually pretty scary, “You don’t have to be a bitch about it.”

I rubbed at the stinging wetness that was forming over my eyes, trying to stop myself from laughing, “Whoa! Hey, take it easy man; I’m just being realistic here. You? You’re a total noob. And her? Natalie Richter? She’s your typical princess; blonde, fake-ass implants, loads of money from daddy. She’s way out of your league.”

“You know what, forget it. Tomorrow at school I’ll tell Mr. Towels that it’s not working out and you want a new tutor.”

“But I don’t, you’re like the smartest kid in our class.”

“Next to Natalie Richter—“

“Yeah, but I’d only last about…not even an hour, before the blissful thought of stabbing myself in the neck with her stiletto heels till I bled to death came to mind.”

“Oh please, she’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad? Every other word out of her mouth isn’t even a word. Her whole cheerleader lingo is made up of acronyms, which is pretty ironic considering the fact that she spells everything out during cheerleading practice.”

“That’s what she’s supposed to do. Besides, cheerleading I’m sure involves more then just spelling.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I corrected myself as I rested my elbows on my knees to look Jesse in his big brown eyes, “Not only does she have to spell the word ‘GO’ five times in a row, which we all know is very difficult, she also has to jump up and down while shaking glittery pieces of string.”

“Whatever.” Jesse muttered his incredible retort to my sarcasm.

“Face it, Jesse McCall. The girl your in love with is a blonde airhead, as easy to read as an open book.”

“No girl is easy to read. Your whole…world kind of scares me, actually.”

I laughed, cocking my head to the side, “You’re talking about us, women, as if we’re a complete different species. You’re the one with the cooties.”

Finally Jesse laughed, a surprisingly sweet sound that erupted from the back of his throat and warmed my insides…he had a cute laugh.

“Fine, but you all are still so…complicated.”

“Not really; most teenage girls are just like guys; depressed or bored and extremely horny. Most girls just don’t admit it because they’re afraid of looking like a slut.”

“You seem to be pretty blunt to me.”

“Well, I’m not like most girls, am I?”

Jesse laughed again, his genuine laugh that wasn’t at all forced, “No, I guess not…hey, you think you could help me?”

“Depends what help your looking for; you want help for your slightly…small problem,” I said gesturing toward his pants, “you’re going to have to see a doctor. Did you know that more then a third quarter of the male sex-organ is inside the body? You could always just get a penile enlargement.”

Jesse huffed with amusement, “No, I’m not talking about that…I mean, since…you are a girl—”

“Uh, YEAH! Can you not see the cleavage, or do I have to completely remove my shirt?”

Jesse blushed, but he did his best to ignore the comment, “—and you say you can read girls like an open book so…maybe you could help me.”

“Exactly what is it you’re asking me?” I asked with an arced brow, extremely curios now.

“Could you help me, get a girlfriend?”

“More specifically, Natalie?”

Jesse nodded.

I sat motionless for a moment as I thought…not only would it be a pain in the ass, but it would be extremely difficult since Jesse is the biggest pencil-neck I’ve ever met next to Natalie. The HUGE difference being Natalie was also a cheerleader, automatically making her “popular”. Jesse was just…Jesse. Although…maybe it would be a little fun, teaching Jesse to stop his geekish ways and turn him into my little bad-ass, “Why not? It’ll be fun…but you have to do everything I say.

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A/N: so what you guys think? I tried to make the introduction chapter funny and entertaining, so was it good? Or was it an epic fail? Please post a comment, so I know what you all think and if you all want me to update…

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