bad girl chapter 1

Greattt it was raining, as must as I appreciated the color grey it realy wasn't doing anything for me today. I revved the engine on my bike and sped along the gravel road towards la push. As the rain really started to pour I slowed and turned into the nearest gas station.

I parked somewhere I thought there might be shelter for my baby before running inside. I didn't carry a purse or that shit, all I owned was under the seat of my motorcycle. The gas station was small and poorly lit with the unpleasant odor that usually accompanied gas stations. I got to the girls bathroom, blocked the door with a chair that happened to be handy, and started to strip.

Thank God there was one of those weird blowy hand dryers. I got down to my soaking wet white tank top through which you could see vary clearly my lacy black bra. I knew there wasn't really anything I could do for my tight black jeans but I'd sure as hell do what I could for my tee-shirt considering it was my last. It was black and said metallica on the front, one of my prized possessions.

I was what you might call an adrenaline junkie, had been since I was 14. I had bounced in and out of the party scene,jumped off cliffs and OD'd more times thanI could count, but for some fucking reason I just couldn't die. I'd tried to commit suicide more that 5 times but somehow, my body managed to survive.

One thing I had learned from this is that adrenaline is your friend. It makes you faster, stronger, and more alive than anything else. When you push your bike to 165 on an empty highway and just KNOW that it's gonna crash it does something to your mind.

Who was I? Oh ya, my name was Megan black but everyone, and I mean EVERYONE called my Ace. Probably because I was the best fucking poker player ever. When I thought my shirt was dry enough I threw it on an slipped out. Standing in the gas station was a tall man with soaking wet black hair and bright green eyes. He was lean and muscular with tatoos sleeving his arms...He. Was. Hot. I slipped right back in the bathroom and flipped my hair under the dryer until it dtopped dripping. I had wavy dirty blond hair that leaned towards brown. It fell in messy choppy layers to right below my chest. my dark brown eyes were rimmed with thick lashed and thicker eyeliner I smudged away as much as I could.

My lips were probably my best feature, wide and full. Not exactly Angelina Jolie but damn close. I shook out my hair and ran my thumbs beneath my eyes again to wipe away any smuged eyeliner. As I stepped out of the bathroom the man took in my appearance. From my damp shirt that clung to my curves to my messy hair and pouty lips, his eyes filled with approval and...lust? Wow that was fast, he didn't even know me. He walked over to me and asked in a deep voice.

"What's a littel girl like you doin' in a place like this?"

"Little?" I scoffed "I haen't been little for along time" Well not mentally at least I was thin with a decent chest and narrow hips, standing all of 5.3 I probably looked all of my 16 years but not much more. My biker clothes and heavy liner helped my reach the desired 18 appearance.

"I'll say", He muttered before he started ,"Need a ride?"

I grinned "Nope, I brought my bike." I pointed out the window and he whisteled.

"She's a beauty." I knew that much. He started again "Well, it's almost 7:00 and it' gonna be getting dark soon, wanna go to a party with me?"

Hell ya I did, but I played it cool. "Sure, sounds good, would you take me back here after it's over?"

"I'll take you whereever you want sweetheart" He gave me a smoldering look that probably made my jeans alittle damper.

I grinned. "Sounds like a plan."

I let him lead me outside to his pickup truck and off we were. I knew that this was crazy, stupid, and dangerous, but I really didn't give a damn.