The Guy With All The Facial Piercings

Walking home from school
my friends
laughing around me.
We see him
as he walks toward us.
Pants sag low
wife-beater
mohawk and of course
two little barbs pricking the corners of his lips.
"hey tess" they say "that's your type of guy right there"
" i know right? i love the bad ones"
And I realize how sadly true this is.
Later, when I walk alone
piercing guy whips by on his bike
stops. turns around and comes back to me
"hey.....you got a number?"
I of course tell him I do......mentioning the fact that I am not in possesion of my phone.
He gives me his digits in return.
"I just wanted to tell you, you're really beautiful"
"pssh don't lie to me."
he doesn't argue, just asks "you're from around here right?"
"of course"
"Good. We should hang out soon."
"I'd like that"
It's always me who plays with fire.
It's never me who gets burned though, so this will be ok.
Right?
I mean....he's eighteen but,
I'm old enough to handle myself.
I laugh at the rules.
I laugh at the life my friends have,
church and school.
Pssh I need more than that.
I need worse than that.
There's a reason bad boys come to me
It's because
they know I'm a bad girl

ttyl zac