'Good Girls Go Bad' by Cobra Starship feat, Leighton Meester
I heard that you were trouble,
But I couldn't resist,
I make them good girls go bad,
I make them good girls go,
Good girls go bad,
It has taken Letty years to become proud of who she is.
It wasn't exactly an easy task for her, especially growing up with three older brothers who all of whom regarded her as some soft of freak simply because she was female. She had had to go through a lot of haircuts, up to and including buzz cuts and Mohawks. A lot of clothing choices, from short skirts to boiler suits, and a lot of makeup sets before she became proud of who she was, in all her near flat-chested, feminine glory.
She was hot headed and head strong and loud and, at times, obnoxious. She was too much of a primmest for the liking of most people she had contact with. And she was always convinced she was right and everyone else was wrong. She annoyed the girls in her classes, by being dismissive of the things they liked. As if she cared what this or that celebrity was doing. She annoyed her teachers by being precociously bright and never missing an opportunity to question them.
And no matter how hard she tried she would never really be able to pull off yellow.
Letty knew all this, and she doesn't give a damn, not now anyway. It has taken her years, and a very special team of people, to get to the stage of self-respect she has at this moment. And she is not going to let anyone, not even herself, take that away from her.
So when she finally does get out of her car, rebuilt by herself and the rest of team Toretto, she is un-surprised to find the streets packed with the sort of people she has no time for. Guy trying to be something they're not and hardly dress skanks with no self-respect. She doesn't even flinch unlike the rest of her team, who have all experienced her temper first hand, when a skeletal redhead drapes herself over Dom and fixes Letty with a filthy look.
"So this is who you've been hanging around with lately Dom." He doesn't seem happy about the attention and pushes the, now pouting, girl off. "And I thought you had taste when it came to the girls you hung with."
"Funny," Letty says, wrinkling her nose with distaste, while Dom loops his arm around her waist. "I was just thinking the very same thing."
"I do have good taste." He whined, something that was dangerously close to a pout now adorning his lips as he turned hurt eyes to Letty.
She arched one dark brow at him, not taken in for a moment by his 'poor Dominic' routine. "Sure you do, Dom."
"Yeah I do and you know it." One arm pulled her close while the other vanished into her hair even as he buried his face in her neck. "I found you in the end didn't I?"
