Chapter 82: Little Boys

I had to dig a little deeper to find the good girl T-shirts. A couple from some nearby universities. One from Jake's favorite NFL team. I got that one just to taunt him. Then I found it. Dark blue with WWJD splayed across the chest in gold. It reminded me of the boy at the mall, and I could wear it when I wanted to be a good girl, and I could wear it when I wanted to be a bad girl. Let them draw their own conclusions.

I put on a little makeup, nothing inappropriate for an almost-14, and checked myself out in a full length mirror. Fat? No fucking way. Those assholes.

I'd love to track them and crush their nuts in a vice. I was hot and I knew it. Except for the hair, maybe. The effect of the highlights made it look awesome, but overall it was still way too dark for me. I mean, I didn't want to be a platinum blond or anything, but it definitely needed to be lighter.