Bad Girl. - E Z (reading well .TXT) 📗

her heart, she runs to Damon, and Damon changes her - for the better - while also, in the process, makes her his. It wasn't going to be easy, but Damon loved a challenge, and it was going to be a damn fun one.

Libia, oblivious to Damon's devious thought process, handed him his change and gave a shy smile. "I hope you find your friends."

He smiled back, although his was much more charming and confident, and it held a secret amusement, as if there was a joke that she was missing.

"Thanks." He replied, making sure their hands brushed when he grabbed the money from her.

Chapter Three.

 

Three days later, Libia sat with my eyes drooping and her head on her folded arms, staring into the pitch black darkness where her desk should be. She worried she might drool, but sleep was overtaking her, so she was really beginning to not care. 

"Ms. Fields!" She yelped, sitting straight up.

"Y-yes Mrs. Gable?" Libia stuttered, pushing her hair out of her face.

"Rough night I presume?" Her History teacher barked, staring down at her.

She gulped. "U-um...I didn't get much sleep last night and-"

"I don't care!" She snapped, with all the ferocity of a drill sergeant.

Libia could feel herself shrinking. "I expect you to be fully alert and paying attention in my class, Ms. Fields. Sleeping is for your bed!" She barked.

Damon watched with clenched fists as his teacher belittled the fragile girl. He wanted to open his mouth so bad, but he knew that he had to bide his time. Let Johnson deal with this.

"I'm giving you an hour of detention after school."

"An hour!" Libia gasped.

"An hour, Ms. Fields. Maybe you think next time before you doze in my class."

Libia could feel her hands shaking beneath her desk, as her eyes watered. Her mother would kill her. Libia was made a criminal for staying up late for work. She needed this money to add to her college fund. How could her teacher be so cruel?

Libia had a tightening in her chest. She had work after class. She couldn't stay for detention.

"B-but I have work." She squeaked.

"Detention, Ms. Fields!" Her teacher barked once again.

Libia could feel panic overwhelming her. Her manager was strict. He wouldn't put up with something like this. He counted on Libia being a good student, and Libia needed this job. As long as she was on time, he'd work with her school schedule. Not only was college a thing to think about, but she had to pay for her dance class on Friday.

"Mrs. Gable." Libia heard a smooth voice call.

"Yes, Mr. Breaker?" Mrs. Gable asked politely.

"Libia is a good student with top notch grades. She has a job that keeps her up late at night. I'm sure if she could have, she would paid rapt attention to you." Johnson said calmly.

Libia cringed, afraid she'd hear another outburst from the teacher. But Mrs. Gable simply stared at Johnson for a few seconds, and then shifted her gaze to Libia. "I understand. I am sorry for the outburst, Ms. Fields. I won't give you a detention slip. Just please pay attention in my class next time." Mrs. Gable said, her voice calm and collected.

Libia was surprised, blinking away the tears left over from her panic attack. "Th-thank you." She stumbled out, sending Johnson a glance that thanked him way more than words could.

He gave a small smile, nodding once.

The rest of the class went by without a hitch, as Libia made sure to pay rapt attention to her easily-angered teacher.  She was carefully putting her books in her locker, her hair falling in her face to keep the attention away.

"Hey, Libia." Johnson greeted, stepping up to her.

She looked up at the handsome boy, giving a shy smile, the corners of her lips lifting just an inch. "Hi. Listen, thank you so much for what you did in there I really didn't know what I would have done. I really owe you one." She murmured, her eyes shyly flitting back to her locker as she put another book away.

Johnson smiled brightly. It was exactly what he needed to hear. "I have a way that you can make it up to me." He said.

She looked up at him. "Yeah, anything."

Johnson almost felt sorry for the easily trusting girl. Her eyes staring up at him expectantly. It struck him to realize just how trusting this girl really was. She didn't think for one second that he would take advantage of her.

"Come with me to the pizza shop down by Lazarus Street." He said.

Libia was so surprised, that the book she was holding slipped from her hands, falling with a thump to the floor. Neither of them even looked at the book. For the first time, in shock, she was staring straight into his eyes, without looking away.

"I...what?" She stuttered.

He grinned down at her, and her cheeks turned bright red. "Let's shorten it. Will you go on a date with me?"

"I can't tonight." Was her immediate, quiet answer.

The grin didn't falter. "Than tomorrow after school."

Libia thought for a moment. She had dance class on Fridays, but it was early in the morning, and ended rather early.

"I think that can be arranged." Libia nodded, her cheeks going red again.

"Okay." And he leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss on her cheek that had her burning with embarrassment.

He stooped down, grabbing her book and gently settling it into her hands. And then he was gone, melting into the crowd.

"Libbi." Libia turned at her nickname.

"Ben. What are you doing here?" She asked, shoving her books into her locker and closing it.

Had she not been so distracted by the still-tingling kiss on her cheek, she would have seen Ben's panicked expression.

"Mom's home." He said.

She raised an eyebrow, turning to finally look at him. His breathing was ragged, and his eyes were panicked. She settled her hands on his wide shoulders, looking him straight in the eyes. "So what does that mean?"

"It means she's home...and so is Dad."

I could feel my face go pale. Ben wasn't a good peace maker. He would ramble on, and make the situation worse when he's nervous. Libia was more the voice of reason in the house.

Without another word, he grabbed her by the arm and began dragging her away. "I am so stupid. When he got there I started talking about how it was great to see him and then Mom got home early and I started rambling asking mom if she thought it was great to see him too and-"

"Ben. I'm going to have a bruise on my arm if you don't stop squeezing." I rolled my eyes.

His grip loosened, but he was still walking briskly, making me run to keep up.

"Hey, Libia- whoa, what's going on?" Cameron, a friend from her table began running with them.

"Sorry Cam. Can't talk right now. Emergency at home. Will you tell the principle? Thank you!" Libia called, not waiting for an answer.

Damon was distracted from his conversation with his friends when the doors to the school slammed open, and an older guy that Damon hadn't seen came striding out, Libia in tow. Libia was running to catch up.

"Will you slow down, Ben? Mom most likely won't kill him!" She yelled.

The guy, Ben, didn't listen. He kept walking, and Libia huffed, rolling her eyes.

Another guy, Cameron Garb came out, watching Libia with raised eyebrows. He assumed they were friends, as he approached. "You know what's going on?" Damon asked.

"Some kind of emergency at home." Cam shrugged.

"Who was the guy?" Damon watched as he gave her a teasing shove to the car, running around the other side. They burned rubber out of the lot, disappearing down the road.

Cameron shook his head. "Don't know. Boyfriend? Friend? Brother?" He shrugged.

 

"Slow down!" Libia yelled, holding tightly to the safety bar.

They peeled into the driveway, slamming into a stop. He was out of the car before the keys could be pulled from the ignition. Libia rolled her eyes as he fell back into the car, fumbling with the keys.

"You are such a drama queen!" Libia exclaimed, lugging herself out of the car.

He grabbed a hold of her arm, tugging her to the door.

When the door slammed open, arguing from inside ceased.

Their mother was holding a lamp up, ready to smash it into their father's head.

Libia rushed into the room, gently taking the lamp from her mother's hold. She set it back down on the table beside the couch, stepping between the two and pushing them farther apart. "Okay. Let's be adults here, hmm?"

"Adults my-" She slapped a hand over her mother's mouth.

"Adults." She repeated in a hard voice. "Would you want me to smash a lamp over my ex's head if I suddenly saw him again?" She asked calmly.

She let out a sigh beneath Libia's hand. The responsible, mature young girl was right. Her mother wasn't being a good example. Libia let her hand drop from her mother's mouth, and she led her to the couch, sitting her down.

She then turned on her father. "Now what the hell are you doing here?" Libia asked.

The words were calm, and demanding. Making them more threatening than if she would have yelled them.

Her father straightened his shoulders, giving a small smile to his daughter. She always was the voice of reason.

"I can't visit my children?" He asked incredulously.

Libia sighed heavily. "Couldn't you have called first? You have the right to visit your children, yes. But don't you think a phone call would have been in order, especially after everything you did to a certain woman on the edge inching back towards the lamp behind me?"

Her mother froze, grumbling something about how the girl had eyes on the back of her head. 

"I thought I'd surprise you guys."

Libia, despite how hurt her mother was, couldn't hate her father. She resented him, yes, but she didn't hate him. She grew up with the man. "I called you two weeks before we moved. I never even got to here your voice, save for the damn message tone." She reminded.

He grimaced. "I had some...things going on."

"Right. Things being my half sister and Maria." Ben muttered, leaning against the wall.

"I want you out of my house! I don't want to see those perfectly polished shoes ever again!" Their mother shrilled, tears threatening to pour.

Even Libia couldn't deny the cruelty of her father's actions. The wound was still fresh for her mother, and for him to visit like he hadn't done anything wrong was utterly cold. Libia was reminded, again, how little he loved her mother anymore. It hurt. Libia hated seeing her mother cry. She hated seeing her mother weak, because the woman was always the strong woman that Libia wanted, but didn't have the courage to be. She loved her mother.

"I agree with Mom." Libia stated, planting her feet firmly.

"Libia-"

"Why don't you take a walk with me, Dad?" Libia interrupted, knowing her mother was close to the brink.

Reluctantly, he agreed. And a few minutes later they were out on the sidewalk, strolling along.

"Do you realize how unfeeling you seem right now?" Libia asked him, her voice gentle to soften the blow. Libia's father looked at her in surprise. "Mom is trying really hard to get over you, you know. Just because you don't feel anything for her anymore doesn't mean