Nikki’s night of firsts lit a spark into her. She was quickly going from a perfect princess into a full-blown bad girl. She had tried alcohol, cocaine and sex all in the same night and she enjoyed all three.
In the coming weeks she continued to get perfect grades in school, put she partied hard with her new biker friends on the weekends. Her parents had no idea the type of people she was associating with, but as long as she got good grades and didn’t get into trouble, they would never find out. Although, Nikki wasn’t going to great lengths to hide it.
On a bitter cold December Saturday night shortly after Thanksgiving, Nikki was getting dressed to go to a party with Mark. She peered into her closet and grabbed a tight black and white Harley Davidson tank top that her boyfriend had bought her. She put it on, but it only came down to her navel. It wasn’t something she would have normally worn but she like the way it looked with her perfectly shaped bossom and flat stomach. Nikki then put on a pair of tight dark blue jeans with a thick black leather belt with silver rhinestones and a pair of black cowboy boots that rested under her jean legs.
The teenager then put on her makeup and draped a I thick silver chain around her neck, with a crucifix that rested between her breasts. She also put on another silver chain that went halfway down her chest, just below her collarbone. Both matched her always present thick silver Cartier watch and bracelets.
Nikki grabbed her nearly empty pack of cigarettes off her dresser and two more packs from the carton on her desk and went into the kitchen to put them in her purse. When her father saw his “good girl” daughter adorned in jewelry and dressed like a biker, he nearly fainted, but Nikki enjoyed how she looked. Yes, she had biker elements, but she still maintained a look as a classy woman.
When Mark arrived to pick her up, Nikki put on her leather blazer, picked up her purse and kissed her father goodbye on the cheek. The scent of perfume mixed with cigarettes still made him cringe, but this was life with her now.
When the couple entered the party, Marge almost immediately hugged Nikki, handed her a beer and offered her a line, both of which she gladly accepted. A few hours went by and she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Nikki drank and snorted, but at this point still had her wits about her. Then the night took an interesting turn.
Nikki was chatting with Marge and the wives or girlfriends of the other club members. Her back was to Mark, who had been talking with some of his friends. She had just lit a cigarette, when Marge whispered in her ear and pointed towards Mark.
“You need to go to take care of that problem,” Marge told her. Nikki turned towards her boyfriend -- smoke coming out of her nostrils from her light up as she slipped her pack into the back pocket of her jeans -- to see one of the biker whores with her hands on him. Marge motioned to her to pull her off.
So Nikki put her freshly lit cigarette in her mouth, handed her beer to Marge and walked over to the girl, who was in her mid-20s. She yanked the girl off him and in response, was shoved back, forcing her to fall to one knee. Nikki had never been in a fight and appeared to be on the verge of tears.
“Awe, you poor little baby. Are you going to cry?” The woman mocked her. “This isn’t your place. Go back to high school.”
She collected herself and instead of crying, a different feeling came over her: rage. Just as the woman turned back to Mark, Nikki sprang up, put her cigarette back between her lips and yanked the woman off by her hair, pulling her to the ground. As the woman was about to get up, Nikki slapped her across the face. Clearly this was not the woman’s first fight, and seemingly instinctively, Nikki grabbed an empty beer bottle off the table and cracked it over her head.
With the woman attempting to cover the blood streaming from her blonde hair, Nikki snatched her up by her hair and dragged her out the back door and threw her into the fresh, white snow. Still not done, she walked up to the woman laying on her side and kicked her, the toe of her cowboy boot striking the woman hard in the abdomen. She rolled over, gasping for air, and Nikki kicked her again with all of her might, catching her in the back this time.
As the woman writhed in pain, Nikki took the cigarette that was still dangling in her mouth, and blew out a large stream of smoke. Then she bent over -- tears were streaming down the woman’s face -- grabbed her hair so that she came face to face, Nikki’s crucifix dangling in the woman’s face.
“Don’t you ever disrespect me again!” The teenager screamed, followed by a hard slap across the face.
She then stood up, took another deep drag and composed herself. She took two more drags as she panted from all the physical activity. Then she looked down at the woman again and put her hand through her straight brown hair. Nikki walked over to the woman and as she did, a wicked smile crept across her face as she looked down and admired her handywork. She was now standing directly overtop the woman and she casually squatted down.
Nikki took another deep drag and blew the smoke directly into the injured woman’s face. With a an evil smile still on her face, she said, “And don’t ever touch my man again, got it, slut?” Nikki then stood up straight, flicked her cigarette at the woman and gave her one more stiff boot to the gut.
She then pushed herself through the crowd that had gathered to watch the fight, took her beer from an approving Marge and kissed Mark before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.
If there was a place to get into a fight, it was at a biker’s party. There was no way the woman would ever press charges. Evidently, the club president was impressed by Nikki’s work. Women are treated more like property in biker culture, but a tough woman is appreciated in certain ways.
Nikki went into the bathroom to wipe her face and wash her hands. She reached into her back pocket for her pack of cigarettes and lit another. She exhaled and looked at herself in the mirror. Nikki saw herself, dressed in tight clothes and jewelry, fresh off the first physical altercation of her life. Remember, she wasn’t much of an athlete and rarely even raised her voice. Nikki looked at her reflection and smiled. She liked what she saw and what she was becoming.
After finishing up in the bathroom, Nikki headed back out to the party. Mark put his arm around her, smiled and gave her kiss. Everyone applauded her performance and she took another snort. Right now, life as a bad girl was suiting the teen brainiac well.
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Normally, Nikki would have told her friends just about anything. They had proven to be judgmental throughout her evolution during the previous two years and she knew they wouldn’t approve of her leaving a woman in a pool of her own blood. To be honest, Nikki didn’t even have the desire to tell them.
A significant rift was forming between Nikki and her group of friends. It started when she began to spend more time with Maggie and Sarah, and it continued to grow during her two-month relationship with Mark. Her biker boyfriend just didn’t fit into their group or the boys from school that hung around them.
Nikki was changing too, beyond smoking, partying and fighting. Rapidly disappearing was the quiet, shy, wholesome girl that enjoyed reading Harry Potter and going to church. Replaced was a chain-smoking, cocaine-snorting, walking attitude. The only thing that truly remained was her proficiency in school. It was no longer her top priority and she grew increasingly bored sitting through classes, but she still did her work and breezed through on her 1400 SAT smarts. College was important to her, as she knew that she could be successful in any career she chose, but for now she was loving life as a bad girl.
The Saturday after her first fight was the school’s Christmas dance. Nikki was invited to come over to Brittany’s house for pictures before and Hannah’s after. She had little interest in going to the dance, but these were her friends and it was one of the last major dances of high school, so she decided to make an effort. Mark even agreed to be her date, which was thrilling for her, but maybe not for any of her friends.
For the night, Nikki had purchased a royal blue dress with spaghetti straps that showed off her breasts and went midway down her thighs. It certainly was shorter than anything she had previously worn and shorter than most of her friends, which was less than delightful to her parents. Since it was formal, Nikki left her beloved knee-high boots in the closet and picked out a pair of white and black five-inch stiletto heels to match.
Mark picked her up shortly after 5 p.m. and Nikki donned the three-quarter length black leather coat she wore for special occasions and buttoned the four buttons to keep out the cold from her skimpy dress. Mark wasn’t much for a shirt and tie -- in fact Nikki had to take him to buy one -- but but he cleaned up nice enough for the occasion.
Photos at Brittany’s took roughly two hours and it went by easy enough. Nikki fit in with the rest of the girls for the time being, but she was dreading the dance. Almost as soon as she hopped into the passenger seat of Mark’s truck to go to the dance, she fired up a cigarette, not even waiting to crack the window.
“This is going to drag,” Nikki moaned through a voluminous exhale.
Once she got to the dance, it would be almost four hours until she could have another one. The doors were heavily guarded by chaperones, so there was no chance of sneaking out before it was time to leave.
Nikki chained three cigarettes during the 10-minute drive to the school, lighting up another just as the pulled into the parking lot behind the school. Nikki placed the cigarette between her lips and opened the car door, stepping out to button her coat for the walk inside. Rather than toss it, she decided to keep smoking as they walked inside, holding Mark’s hand along the way.
“You’re going to get caught,” Nicole L. warned her.
“Nobody can even see me, mother,” Nikki said as she rolled her eyes. “I’ve got to wait like four hours, so I’m getting as much in my system as I can.”
She was able to finish her smoke, tossing it into the snow just before turning the bend to head towards the front of the school and into the sight of teachers.
The first two hours of the dance went by fast. Nikki spent the time dancing with her friends and Mark, but a half hour previously she got the urge to smoke and now it was becoming unbearable to handle. She sat down at a table and kept checking her watch, somehow hoping it was almost over. Knowing that his teenage beauty queen would get incredibly irritable without her nicotine, Mark whispered in her ear.
“I’ve got something that might tide you over,” He said.
“What’s that, babe?” She asked confused.
“How about a little powder?” Mark asked.
A bit shocked, Nikki wasn’t quite sure if she should use drugs at a school dance. She had never done it outside of the two parties with Mark’s club.
“Let me think about it,” Nikki responded.
She wanted to try to make through the entire dance. After all, getting caught with drugs at school would put a far more significant dent in her reputation than smoking cigarettes.
It took roughly a half hour for Nikki to change her mind. She needed to smoke and if she couldn’t she needed to take her mind off of it another way. While they were dancing, Nikki whispered to Mark.
“I need to go powder my nose,” Nikki smiled, adding a wink.
They moved back over to their table and Mark slipped the baggy of coke into Nikki’s purse with discretion. Nikki quickly went to the bathroom, picked a stall and locked the door behind her. She decided to only use a small amount, but it gave her the jolt that she needed.
Nikki was able to get through the rest of the dance, but as soon as the dance was over, she tossed on her coat and made a beeline for the door. She practically sprinted down the sidewalk, lighting up as soon as she turned the corner to the parking lot. The nicotine rushed through her body like an orgasm. The trip to Hannah’s took five minutes, but Nikki sucked down the first cigarette and two more afterwards to stabilize her levels.
Mark would not be staying for the party as he had club business to attend to. As a result, Nikki was feeling a little bored. About two hours in, Nikki had just returned from a second smoke break and it was just the girls left. She wanted to add some excitement to the night and as she put her lighter back into her purse, Nikki noticed the bag of cocaine was still inside. She forgot to give it back to Mark.
Nikki hesitated for a second, but took the bag and turned to her friends.
“Hey girls, how about we had a little spice to the party?” Nikki smiled, holding up the bag.
“Is that coke?” Cara exclaimed.
“You do drugs now, too?” Brittany asked shockingly.
“No, I’ve just used it a couple times at parties with Mark,” Nikki said.
“You are seriously out of control,” Nicole L. scolded.
Nikki didn’t even bother arguing with them. She put the bag back into her purse. The group peppered her with questions and disapproving looks for nearly an hour before she finally called her parents to come pick her up, citing a stomach ache as the reason not to sleep over.
She wasn’t lying entirely. Nikki was sick to her stomach. She knew this was the final crack in her friendships. No longer could she handle the judgment or the scolding. Teen banter annoyed her now. It was time for her to proceed down her path.
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