He's just so tempting

He's addictive

I'm like an addict

I can't help it

I keep going back

I'm a bad, bad girl

I kiss that boy again

He does things to me

That I just can't explain

Yeah, sure I know better

Promised you I'd quit

Please forgive me baby

For I have sinned

Kesha- A Bad Girl's Lament

"Ally!"

I slammed my locker shut and turned at the sound of my name being called. My best friend, Trish was sprinting towards me.

"Hey Trish." I greeted the shorter, Latina girl. "What's up?"

"Hey you know Dallas right?" Trish asked.

"Nooooo." I said sarcastically. "I don't know the guy that's been trying to get into my pants for the past year and a half."

Trish rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean it like that. I mean I have awesome news."

I raised an eyebrow. "Which would be...?"

"Well I got you a date with him tomorrow night!" She beamed at me.

I rolled my kohl-lined eyes. "Trish, I have better things to do on my Saturday night then go on a date with that idiot." I scoffed, hiking my backpack over my shoulder. "Besides, he'll do anything just to sleep with just about any girl."

"Please Ally?" Trish begged. "He said he really likes you, and I think having a boyfriend might be a good thing for you."

"Fine." I sighed. "I'll go out with the man-whore." Trish smiled. "BUT you have to go on a date with Dez."

Trish's face fell. "Say what now?"

"I'll go on a date with Dallas, put at one point during our last year here in this hellhole of a high school, you have to go out with Dez at least once." I told her.

Trish hesitated. She was obviously thinking about what it would be like to go out with that oddball ginger.

"Okay fine." She gave in. "I'll go out with Dez if you go out with Dallas."

"Great." I smiled at her. "I'll see you next period." I waved and began walking to my next class.

But really, I wasn't going on that date at all. I may seem like a sweet girl but really, I'm a rebel. I hide my bad girl interior behind good grades, perfect attendance, a charming smile, and a sweet demeanor. The only reason why people are scared to approach me is because I tend to be rough around the edges and people have told me that I look 'intimidating.'

Also, I don't do boys. I do men. The boys in my class are way too immature for my liking.

I walked into my twelfth grade English class. The other kids were fooling around because our new teacher hadn't arrived yet.

I plopped down in the front row in the only available seat. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw my friend Cassidy sitting behind me.

"Hey Cass." I greeted her. "What's up?"

"Nothing." Cass smiled. "But did you hear about the new teacher?"

I shook my head. "Not a thing."

"Well I hear he's really young. And really hot." Cassidy told me, smiling gleefully.

"Well, considering it is literally the first day of school for not only him, but us, I'd say he's kind of a slacker."

"Come on Alls, maybe he's just late. He is new after all. Maybe he-"

"Sorry I'm late!" A tall man dashed into the room. "I just got caught up in traffic." He was tall and muscular and had blonde hair and blue eyes. "Hello everybody, I'm Austin Moon. Your new English teacher."

Mr. Moon sat down at the computer. "Now, I'm going to take attendance. Just say 'here' when I call your name. Cassidy Andrews?"

"Here!"

"Trent Daniels?"

"Here."

"Ally Dawson?"

"Here." I said, sporting a devious grin.

"Marina Espinosa?" [1]

"Ooo, here!"

"Brooke Hamilton?"

"I'm here!" A giddy and annoying voice rang out. I rolled my eyes. That girl is such a hoe.

"Ethan Morris?"

"Here."

"Dallas Phaedin?"

"Here." Dallas called and flashed me a smile. I just rolled my eyes in response.

"Carrie Redmond?"

"Here!"

"Piper Redmond?"

"Here!"

"Kira Starr?"

"Here!"

"Gavin Young?"

"Here!"

Mr. Moon stood up. "Alright everyone, as my first act as a teacher, I would like to assign you an essay."

Everyone in the class groaned.

"Now don't be like that." Mr. Moon said. "What I'd like you to do is write me an essay about yourself. What you're like, what you believe in, really anything, just make it about something you feel passionate about." He smiled brightly at us. "Now take some time right now to figure out what it is exactly that you would like to right about. Then you can do whatever you want for the rest of the period."

The rest of the class burst into loud chatter and laughter.

"Wow, he's so cool!" Cassidy exclaimed. "Best teacher ever!"

I laughed. "Yeah, I'd say so."

"What's up, Ally?" Dallas said, plopping down next to me. Literally, he was sitting in my fucking seat. "Need some help on that essay?"

"Well no, mainly because it's supposed to be about what I am passionate about." I snapped. Ugh, this guy is such a scumbag.

"Well, I know what I'm passionate about." Dallas smirked at me.

Yeah, whipping out your little dick whenever you get the chance.

Dallas reached for my hand. "What about you?"

Ew don't fucking touch me.

"Not really no." I snapped, pulling my hand away.

"Really? Because word has it, you agreed to go out with me tomorrow night." Dallas raised his eyebrow at me.

"Doesn't mean I actually like you." I snarled.

"Come on, Ally, don't be like that." Dallas attempted to put his arm around me. I pulled away quickly and jumped up from the desk.

"Is there a problem?" I looked up and saw Mr. Moon walking towards me.

"Um yes actually." I said. "He won't leave me alone." I gestured to Dall-ass who was still sitting at my desk, looking confused.

"Excuse me... Dallas." Mr. Moon spoke. "But why are you harassing this girl?"

"What? I can't give my girlfriend some attention?" Dallas asked, trying to sound innocent.

"I'm not your girlfriend, Dallas." I snapped. I turned to Mr. Moon and flashed him my most convincing smile. "Excuse me, but could you please move him? He's such a distraction to me."

Mr. Moon nodded. "Absolutely. Come here, young man." He led Dallas away by his arm.

I grinned in delight as I watched my new teacher haul off that good for nothing asshole to the back of the room. My grin snaked into a devious smirk as another realization crossed my mind.

Dallas was just a boy. But Mr. Austin Moon is a man.

And I will have him. No matter what it takes.

A/N: Well everyone that was the start of A Bad Girl's Lament! I hope you enjoyed it and there's more to come soon! If you could leave a review that would make me so happy, and feel free to add any thoughts or ideas you have for future chapters.

[1]: Marina Espinosa is the name I gave the European super model. They never revealed her name, and she seems like she'd be Spanish, so I just randomly chose this name on the fly.

Bye for now!

-Liv