A/N: Another short story for you guys to enjoy while I’m working on The Deal with Satan’s Son! I hope you enjoy it!

Good-Girl Syndrome

By: aerogirl401

I have what you would call “good-girl syndrome”. I absolutely hated it. Good girls couldn’t do anything without gaining a bad reputation. I wanted to be the girl that could do anything and not feel any guilt or remorse about it. I wanted to take charge and have fun. Let go of my inhibitions and say fuck it.

Of course any good girl knows that the best way to do this is to find a bad boy. Not just any bad boy, you had to have one that had a reputation for ruining girls. Okay yes it seemed like a stupid plan, but by this time I really didn’t care. I was going to do anything in my power to change myself.

In my school there were plenty of bad boys but none of them fit my ideal. They were either athletes that thought they were God’s gift or wanna be Goths. I’m telling you that it is so hard to find a bad boy these days, although I was lucky enough to encounter Lee.

Lee, well he was my ideal. Bad boy seeped from his pores and the whole world knew it. Girls dropped at his feet and guys sneered at him. He was exactly what I needed. I would try to explain it more but words couldn’t form to him. He was tall and built and longish black hair swept down into his eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful thing though; a honeyed hazel that reminded me of a hawk. Sometimes part of me wondered if he was something else that I couldn’t comprehend. His mouth was full and a straight nose accentuated his square jaw. Even I couldn’t resist him, which was the reason for my choosing him.

I wouldn’t have even noticed him if I hadn’t run into him on my way to pre-calc. Gloomy thoughts had been inside my head. I hated going to pre-calc. I didn’t understand it nor did my teacher help us. She thought we were all geniuses and could figure out everything for ourselves. It was not a good time for me.

With my mind elsewhere I didn’t even see the approaching body. I don’t really know how I could have missed it seeing as he was way taller than me and much larger than my frame. Cursing pre-calc I ran straight into him, my forehead cracked against his shoulder.

Letting out a whimper of pain I felt large hands grasp my arms and hold me into place. Placing a hand to my now aching forehead I glanced into those honeyed eyes. He seemed unaffected by the whole fiasco.

He gave me a once over and I didn’t even think to blush at the blatant look. One word popped in my head: gorgeous. He was gorgeous and I couldn’t help but stare into those eyes of his.

A devilish smirk came onto his face at my staring. This is something that I did not want! I couldn’t even comprehend how to get my way out of it. How could a good girl like me get out of this situation unscathed? Knowing my luck I would embarrass myself in the process and have to hide in a cave for the rest of my life. I didn’t find being a hermit all too appealing.

“Like what you see?” My eyes snapped up to his and there was a devastating smirk on his lips. He was the epitome of what not to bring home.

How do you respond to that?! My mind went completely blank.

“I-uh, I um,” was my witty response. Seriously, could I sound anymore dumb than that? Without my knowing it I felt my feet begin to move backwards towards the set of lockers in the hallway.

“You’re pretty skittish honey, do I make you nervous?” His silky voice washed over my senses and it gave me the odd urge to jump him-in school no less!

Suddenly I was trapped between this handsome guy and the lockers. It was not a good place to be. This guy was the antithesis of every guy I knew. The guys I know weren’t intimidating, they wouldn’t trap me between themselves and the lockers, nor would they do anything without my permission.

When thinking about it I realized that this stupid guy pissed me off. I was a strong, independent girl. No man was going to do this to me!

“Listen here bud don’t try and sweet talk me. Just get out of my way and let me go to class.” I glared up at his face and poked him in the chest with my index finger. That would show him.

I heard him give a low chuckle and I felt my face flame up with indignation. How dare he laugh at me!

“And the kitten raises her hackles, how sweet,” his voice was mocking me, goading me into retaliation.

Kitten?! He called me a freaking kitten! Where does this guy get off?

“Do girls really like this kind of talk from you?” I asked him. Giving me a cynical grin, the guy placed his hands at the sides of my head and leaned in towards me, too close, way too close for comfort if you asked me.

I could feel his warm breath on my face and I could smell his cologne. I was pretty much a sucker for guys with nice smelling cologne. It just made guys seem more masculine and more attractive in a sense.

With that grin still in place his mouth came next to my ear and he said, “Kitten when girls are with me they’re usually not talking.”

I felt my face flame up at that statement. All I could think about was this guy-this gorgeous guy-just going at it with some girl. I’d imagine that he would be amazing. Hating myself for that bad, bad thought I lifted my head and looked him straight in the eyes.

Snorting I said, “Why are all guys delusional? You know there’s this thing called faking. Look into it and save yourself before it’s too late.” Wow, he knew something like that would pop out of my mouth. I was rather proud if I do say so myself.

What I wasn’t expecting was him to laugh, really I had been expecting him to become angry and take me out.

“You’re a funny one kitten. I like you.” His pose was less threatening now. His body was lazily keeping mine glued to the lockers.

I was confused, wouldn’t most guys try and protect their fragile ego, especially when it came to their prowess in the bed department, or was this guy just extremely off his rocker?

My eyes found the hallway clock and I realized that I was fifteen minutes late to class. Oh shit! I was never late to class and if I was I had a freaking note to go along with it! This was not good. I had to get away now.

Disregarding his earlier statement I said, “Look I really, really need to get to class. I’m already fifteen minutes late!”

“Oh, so you’re one of those kinds of girls?” His position never varied and he gave no inclination at my distress. Bastard.

“Look I don’t want to play these stupid games with you, all right? All I want to do is get to class and not have to worry about ignorant jackasses,” I snapped out towards him. Couldn’t this guy take a hint?

“Fine I’ll let you win this time, but only because I’m in a generous mood.” As he said this he moved his body away from mine and stood in front of me. Well that was easy.

I watched him warily for a moment and decided that I just had been endowed with good luck. I wouldn’t become a hermit after all, which was amazing.

Without saying goodbye I began my trek to Pre-Calc and felt a warm calloused hand on my arm. Abruptly turning around I was once again stunned by his honey colored eyes.

“By the way kitten, my name is Lee. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

Lee, that’s a nice name. It was different from all typical names that you found at high school, but was I going to tell him that? Heck no!

“In your dreams,” I said to Lee and I wrenched my arm out of his grasp. Take that sucker!

I heard him laughing behind me but somehow I managed not to turn around. Point for me!

Thinking back on it now I thought I never would have met up with Lee again, but I was so very wrong and I abhor being wrong.

Apparently cupid had it in for me.

So you see that is how I met, the infamous bad boy. After our little sparring session I went around the school discreetly asking people who he was, what was his background, and anything else that was important.

First off his full name was Lee Stanton, he was half-Italian and half-American. Apparently he went through girls like no tomorrow and in his own words he said, “Girls are boring so why have them around for long?” Nice statement, no? Lee was also a partier and he lived with his older brother seeing as his parents died in a car wreck a couple of years ago and that’s when he transferred to our school.

He was an interesting character and I had a job for him. Lee Stanton was going to cure me of my “good-girl syndrome”. He epitomizes the perfect bad boy; there would be no strings attached and I would cure myself in the process.

I would just have to find him again, but not at school. It would have too happen at a party or somewhere like that. The plan would be easy enough; wear a sort of slutty outfit and then attack him. Mind you it wasn’t entirely all well thought out, but it could work. The guy was a notorious womanizer-like he would be able to resist anything in a skirt and she wouldn’t even have to talk.

When I heard about the big party happening at Lucan Devore’s Friday night at school I knew that it was my chance. There was no chance in hell that Lee wouldn’t be there. It was a perfect environment for a guy like him. There would be tons of girls running around looking for that one perfect hot hookup. I may be a good girl but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid about things.

Plus I had an older sister Amy who was not a good girl at all. I learned a lot from her as she talked to me about boys, parties, and how to sneak out of the house properly. I believe she gave my parents a lot of headaches.

When Friday came I was ready. Lee wouldn’t know what hit him.

A large house loomed in front of me, wait take that back, a large mansion loomed in front of me. I could feel the pulsating music through my body and knew that I had no idea what was playing. I was used to rock music and this was some hip hop beat, perfect to dance to.

I felt nervousness creep through my stomach but I managed to push it down. There was no way that I was going to back out of this now. I knew for a fact that Lee would be here tonight and this was my best opportunity.

Smoothing down my dark jean skirt I locked my car and strutted up to the house. I had called Amy before this and asked for her advice, which means that she picked out my outfit and told me how to act.

I remember her words exactly: “Now Lily walk up to that damn house like you own it. Make every guy want you. Show them no mercy and you’ll have that Lee guy in your hands.” You gotta love Amy, she puts things into perspective.

I could do this, I thought to myself. I, Lily Grangerford, had seen my sister Amy do this millions of time, not to mention I was in drama club for gosh sake’s! This would be a piece of cake.

I at least knew that my outfit was the right one, a dark jean skirt with black stilettos, and a red halter top that covered my front but showed my entire back. Not what I would usually wear, but desperate times call for desperate measures as they say.

I swept my auburn colored hair into a messy bun that showed of my neck and I gave myself smoky eyes with a light lip gloss. It was a good combination if I say so myself.

I knew there was no reason to knock on the door so I opened it and stepped inside. Immediately I could smell the alcohol and the pot. Yuck! I hated the smell of pot.

Shrugging it off I continued through the house making sure to swing my hips back in forth. A couple of guys’ heads turned and I felt proud. Getting Lee would be easy as pie.

I ended up near the keg and I wanted a drink. I spotted the guy who was giving out drinks and he was cute. Putting on my best smile I sauntered over to him and asked, “Mind giving me a drink hon?”

I was rewarded with a smile and he said, “Anything thing for you babe.” Cliché, but it shows everything is going according to plan.

Taking the plastic red cup from his hand I allowed my fingers to brush his for a moment then said, “Thanks.” After that I walked away leaving the guy to wonder who I was.

Taking a sip of my beer I inwardly revolted at the taste but I kept sipping it. I didn’t like it but it went along with my plan and I wasn’t going to back out. Looking around the house I managed to find the dance floor a.k.a. the let’s have sex in public. I didn’t find Lee in there so I kept up my search.

On my oh-so-wonderful I journey I happened to come upon an almost orgy, (I think my eyes nearly burned out at that one) a game of beer pong, and bunch of guys smoking pot. Can you say fun?

This was not going as I planned. I didn’t realize that it was going to take me this long to find Lee, not to mention the headache that was beginning to take form in my head. Stupid smelly, nasty pot!

Trudging upstairs I managed to find an abandoned library. Like any sane person at a party would come up here, which was good for me. I needed a break to think of a better plan and I could hopefully get rid of my headache in the time being. Good thing my parents thought I was with my sister.

The library was beautiful though. Rows upon rows of books that I probably never heard of lined three of the four walls. They looked old and worn-like the books you would see in an old movie. I swept my fingers along their spines reveling in their oldness.

When I think of it now it’s strange that I didn’t notice the door opening nor did I notice the noise of someone’s footsteps. I guess I was too absorbed in the books to notice such things. Silly me.

“Well, well if it isn’t kitten. It’s a surprise seeing you here.”

Not expecting a voice, especially not Lee’s voice I jumped a bit. Thankfully I had drunk enough of my beer so that it didn’t spill onto my hand or onto the expensive carpet.

I willed myself to not act dumb around him. This encounter was not going to be a repeat of the hallway incident. Turning around I placed a smirk upon my face.

“I didn’t know the devil liked to hang out in libraries.” Hah! Take that Lee Stanton! So I liked to encourage myself, doesn’t everybody?

Brushing off my comment he laughed and came closer towards me. Why did he have to do that, seriously? I was going to get stuck between the bookcase and him, which was exactly like the hallway! Maybe this was how he got girls?

“Oh kitten, don’t try and deny the fact that you find me attractive. It’s okay to admit it,” Lee said lazily while getting even closer to me. Did he have no thoughts on personal space? Jeez.

Rolling my eyes at his arrogance I thought that this night was definitely not going the way I wanted it to. Maybe if I was just upfront about this whole thing then I could get what I wanted. Yeah, that’s exactly what I would do.

Instead of backing down I came right up to him and said, “You want the truth, then I’ll give it to you. Yes, I find you extremely attractive, but I want you for one purpose. I’m tired of being a “good girl” and you are the perfect way for me to stop being one. You’re a bad boy and a womanizer-everything I need. Now the question is are you ready to be a man Lee give me what I want?”

Who knew I had that in me. If that little speech didn’t do the trick then well I was pretty much screwed.

His honeyed eyes stared into and I couldn’t read them. All of these emotions seemed to be mixed into one. We stood like that for a couple of minutes and I was getting fidgety.

“Look if you just want to say no then say-” I was suddenly cut off with a pair of lips crashing onto mine. My god he had soft lips-and they were full not like some guys who didn’t seem to have lips at all.

His mouth slanted over mine and I could feel his tongue lick at my lower lip. I felt my knees weaken at that action and his arms came into play by wrapping around me. His hands rested where my top and my skirt met. He stroked the skin there playfully eliciting a shudder from my body. I had kissed boys before but this guy topped all.

Suddenly his tongue pressed against mine and I was lost. I was that girl in the movie who got caught up in one guy because he could kiss the life right out of her.

I felt his hands move up my sides gently before resting beneath my breasts. Tingles erupted everywhere along my body and I struggled to breathe. We broke apart and looked at each other. Both of us were breathing hard from our exertion.

“Is that good enough kitten?” Lee asked me his smile smug.

Taking Amy’s advice I looked at him from beneath my lashes and said, “No, I need more.”

Grinning he lowered his head towards my neck and placed a soft kiss there. His lips traveled down until he came to the hollow of my throat. He kissed the hollow of my throat and allowed his tongue to lick the skin there. Grabbing at his large shoulders Lee lifted me up and placed me on the desk in the room.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and once again his lips came down onto mine-almost as if he was claiming me in some way. Lee brushed his lips against mine then he nipped my bottom lip. I had enough with his teasing so I grabbed his face and sucked on his bottom lip. He groaned and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

He swept every part of me filling his curiosity and my desire. Where had this bad boy been my whole life?

Every part of my body was filled with some need. Tingles spread throughout my body and I needed something more than just kissing.

Pulling my lips away from his I grinned at him and grinded into his hips. I moaned at the feeling and I heard him growl before grinding right back into mine. I felt a sense of something beginning to build up in me and I knew he would be the only one to give me release.

I felt his large hands mold onto my breasts and I mewled at his touch. Smirking he began a slow rhythm of grinding his hips into mine. With every grind I could feel my body begin to burn and I grinded right back against him.

His hands caressed my breasts through the flimsy top and I grabbed the back of his head to look into his eyes. They were clouded by lust and I bet mine reflected the same.

Without warning one of his hands slipped inside of my shirt to touch my bare breast. It felt so tender and so amazing.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked him breathlessly as he circled my nipple while continuing to grind his hips into mine.

Leaning down beside my ear he whispered, “Giving you exactly what you want.” With that said he licked the side of my neck and I felt his other hand drag up towards the end of my skirt.

He caressed my outer thigh before moving upwards. I choked back on air and he grinned at my reaction. Before his hand even reached his destination the door to the library came open.

Jerking away from him I somehow managed to jump off the desk. The drunk or stoned person looked at us then as soon as he came he was gone.

I really, really let that get too far I thought to myself as I smoothed my clothes out.

Looking over at Lee I saw that his face was unreadable. Great.

Wanting to get out of this awkward position I began to walk towards the door. I really, really needed to get home.

“Where do you think you’re going kitten?” Lee asked me as he took me in his arms.

“I need to get home before my parents kill me,” I said, which was a complete lie.

“I’ll let you get away this time, but next time kitten it won’t be so easy.” He took one last look at me before giving me a chaste kiss across the lips. Who knew he could do chaste. His hands that were near my back pockets slowly went to his sides.

I didn’t even say anything as I walked out of the library and back to my car. I managed to get out of the mansion without hurting myself. Taking my keys out of my back pocket I felt a piece of paper against my hand.

It read:

Kitten,

My number is 304-9274. Call me when you want to be bad again. By the way Lily is a pretty name.

Lee

He found out my name? Grinning I jumped into my car and went home. So maybe I didn’t get over my “good-girl syndrome” but hey I had Lee’s number and I’m sure he could cure me of it.