Chapter ️1: The Bad Girl

Chapter 1: The Bad Girl

"Bottoms up! Bottoms up! Bottoms up!" The loud audience cheered as Vanessa poured the load of the bottle to my mouth. I drank all of it, and although I feel like I am drowning, I'll never make myself a loser. 

"Whoa!" The people around me roared when I snatched the bottle from Vanessa's hand. I put my hand up and smirked.

"Where's my fifty thousand, Van?" The horror and disbelief were evident on her face. My smile widened.

"50,000 my dear best friend," I laughed and put down the bottle of vodka. Her lips were parted and she's gaping at me. I put the scattered hair strands behind my ear.

"You have a lot of money already! 50,000 is just a coin!" She yelled, still bewildered of what I did just for a small amount of penny. I touched the insides of my cheek using my tongue and gave her a lopsided smile.

"Just making myself richer than ever, Van." I laughed and turned my back on her when I remembered something. I stared at her behind my shoulders and strutted my way back to where she is.

"Put it on my bank account, girl. I want to have fun tonight!" I said in a loud voice before kissing her cheeks. The circle we made got separated when I drag my foot on the center of the dance floor.

The lights of the bar are so lively. It was a mixture of red, green, yellow, and violet lights paired with upbeat music.

"Let's party!" I yelled and put my hands up to dance with the beat. Today is my 19th birthday and I'm celebrating it on a bar. I was fifteen years old when I found out what I liked the most: liquors and lights. My eyes became so open with the dark, loud world when I found Vanessa and the group she's in. My life got no fun until they came. They made me experience the fun in a night world, though I only get to enter a bar when I was on my seventeenth since I'm still a minor. But the first time I laid my eyes on that place, I knew it will be one of the places where I will look into every end of the day. My height never made me look like a minor so it never became a problem, plus I got all the money they need.

I opened my eyes when I felt someone dancing on my back. He held my waist closer to his body and leaned on my ear closer.

"Hey, beautiful." His voice is deep and it sent shivers down my spine. I whirled around to face him and even with the dark, scattered lights, I can say that this man is beautiful. He has a square jaw and a pair of deep brown eyes. Thin lashes, brows, and a narrow nose.

"Hey," I smiled and put my hands on his nape and moved my hips with the same beat as the music. His eyes were darted into mine, he grinned and I felt his hand traveled from my waist down to the side of my hips. He danced with me and his touches became audacious. I smirked and pulled him closer until my lips touched a bit of the skin on his neck.

His lips came closer to my ears and whispered, "Do you want to go somewhere?" My heart started to beat loud in excitement.

Tonight will be another night of getting laid, Farrah! I screamed to myself. I don't usually go out with men to heat their beds, I do it for about twice or thrice a month because I don't want to have an infectious disease, that will ruin my entire life. And I don't repeat the same man, it takes a lot of interesting things before I chose to be with them. And this man in front of me is one of them. From his looks, down to his body, I know I can make my night more enjoyable.

"Let me get my bag, babe." I winked and walked myself to our table. I got a hold of my black elegant sling bag and licked my lips.

"I'm going to go somewhere, Van." I gave her a peck on her cheek and stood up when I felt a big arm wrapped on my waist. Van's eyes widened and her mouth turned in an "O". I arched my brown and put some strands of my hair aside.

"You're going with that man?" Van, on her judgmental voice, spoke. She gave the man a head-to-foot look before furrowing her brows.

"Whatever, do what you want. What are you going to do with your car?" I slightly thumped my feet on the ground, pissed that she prolongs the conversations when all that I want is to leave this place.

"I'm going to get it when we're done." I hissed and bid my goodbyes. The moment we stepped on the parking lot, the unknown man cornered me on the side of the black BMW. He held my waist closer and kissed the side of my lips. 

"Teasing," I whispered and held his nape to reach for his lips. His lips were soft and wet. His lips sucked my lower lip and bit it lightly to make my lips parted and enter his tongue. He devoured the whole of my mouth and touched my cheek to angle it. I move my face away to catch my breath. His eyes were still glued on my lips, and his hand is now back to my waist. 

"What's your name, babe?" I asked in a low voice. His eyes lingered on mine.

"Zico," he said and started to kiss my earlobe. His wet kisses made me moan a bit, and if he's not holding my waist, I think I will fall on the ground already.

"Zico, do you want to continue this somewhere?" I bit my lips when he started to kiss my neck, trying to stifle my small moans.

"Zico," I called. His face went up and his lips crashed into mine. He once again sucked on my lower lip. His hands traveled from my waist to my back, and then again to my arms. He pushed me to lean on the car and kissed me deeper when someone from behind pulled his shoulders and punch him. 

"Zico!" I yelled and went to him. He's now sitting on the ground and touching his jaw. The other man grabbed his collar and gave him another.

"Stop!" I exclaimed and faced the one who punched Zico only to be welcomed by the same dark eyes I hate the most.

"Uno..."