Page 3 of The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

Billy scoffed. “Who’s going to stop me? You or your faggot friend?”

I was about to speak up, tell Billy to shut the heck up, when a long arm came to rest heavily around Billy’s shoulders, making him grimace. A moment later, a new voice joined the conversation. A voice I loathed to the tips of my toes.

“Now, now,” it said, low and soft. “There’s no need for name calling.”

Luckily, today he wasn’t focused on tormenting me.

“Speaking of which…are nuns supposed to use words like ‘douchebaggery’?”

Or maybe he was.

“I’m thinking that would be a black mark on your record, Sister.”

Rolling my eyes, I looked up and came face to face with my long-time nemesis. Colton Bishop was the spitting image of Kyle—they were identical twins, same ocean blue eyes paired with ink black hair, same long, lean frame—except where my bestie was all preppy Prince Charming, his twin would definitely be the villain of any story. Unlike Zayne, Colton was a true bad boy. Everything from his rep for getting into fights to his playboy persona to his I-don’t-give-darn attitude put me off. He grinned at my look of disdain and cocked a pierced eyebrow. I would’ve killed to be able to pull off that look.

Instead, I said, “For the hundredth time: I am not a freaking nun.”

Blue eyes looked me over, taking in my beat-up sneakers and well-worn jeans, my gray cardigan, pearls and my crazy hair. His eyes were twinkling by the time they met mine.

“If you’re going to dress like that, you might as well be.”

“Colt,” Kyle said, shaking his head. “You may be my brother, and I love you dearly. But I’m going to laugh the day she decides to punch you in the face.”

“She wouldn’t,” he smirked. Seeing his attention was elsewhere, Billy tried to wriggle away, but Colton tightened his grip. “She’s toogoodfor that.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.”

“Plus, she loves this face.” I felt my cheeks getting hot as he sent a knowing nod his brother’s way. “Isn’t that right, Sadie?”

Through gritted teeth, I said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Every girl loves it,” he said with a wink. “You just won’t admit it.”

Kyle shook his head again. “Seriously, man. Twenty bucks says she does it before graduation.”

“Twenty? I’ll take that bet.”

“Knew you would.” They shook on it, and I shook my head.

“It’s just too easy. Sadie would never do something so violent.”

“One of these days,” Kyle said, smiling as my glare intensified, “she’s going to do it, Colt. Just punch you in the face.”

Colton pretended to think for a second. “Do nuns actually punch people in the face?”

I threw my hands up and started walking in the opposite direction.

“But Sister Sadie, I wasn’t done confessing!” Zayne called to my back just as Colton said, “Now, Billy boy, are you going to apologize to my brother, or are we going to have a problem?”

Ignoring them both, I reached my locker—but couldn’t get in because Jeff Chan and his girlfriend Addison Corbin were going at it again. Every day I saw them making out. Every day I was almost late for History because of it. And every day I thought: geez, don’t their lips ever get tired?

I cleared my throat. Loudly.

The two separated long enough for Addison to shoot me a glare and for Jeff to say, “Sorry, Sister,” before they moved down a locker. Two seconds later, their lips were once again suctioned together.

“Don’t call me that,” I muttered, quickly exchanging my books.

Sniffling brought my attention to the girl across the hall.

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