! BAD GIRLS ! BAD GIRLS !

( a sex and the city fic )

STUYVESANT HIGH SCHOOL
new york, new york
8am

i arrived at stuyvesant high school, a towering building in the heart of new york city. as i strutted in casually, i spotted some of my students already hanging around the entrance. i smiled warmly and said, "good morning, kiddos."

i made my way to my classroom on the second floor, the halls alive with the usual hustle and bustle of high school. i entered the room and began preparando for the first period class: AP English Literature.

when the bell rang, my students started filling into the classroom. i looked up, smiling when i saw them streaming into the room. "good morning, class. find your seats and take out your books."

once everyone settled in, i perched myself on the edge of my desk, a stack of papers in hand. "okay, class, today, we're going to start discussing 'the great gatsby.' who here has read it?"

a few hands shot up in the air, some looking eager to participate, others with a slight hint of dread in their eyes. "great, great. let's start with the themes. what are the major themes of the great gatsby?"

a few students chimed in, throwing out different themes. from the american dream to class conflict and unrequited love. "fantastic," i responded, nodding in approval. "now let's delve a little deeper. what do these themes symbolise?"

11:15am

lunchtime at school signaled a burst of energy. as i navigated the crowded cafeteria, i grabbed a bagel and a coffee before finding a spot to sit down and eat. i looked around, watching the students engage in various activities, some eating, others deep in conversation with friends.

as i munched on my bagel, i decided to people-watch. some students were laughing loudly, a few were quietly engrossed in their laptops, and some were even studying. typical teenage behavior.

as i sat there, enjoying my lunch, i noticed a girl coming towards me, who was clutching her wrist and wincing in pain. she looked distressed, so i immediately put down my bagel and asked, "hey, are you okay? what happened?"

the girl, with her eyes welling up with tears, explained that she had tripped and fell in gym class during a basketball game. "my wrist hurts really badly," she said, her voice trembling.

immediately, i knew that she had to go to the nurse's office. "alright," i said gently, "i'll accompany you to the nurse. sound okay?"

she nodded weakly, and i got up, taking her by the arm and guiding her out of the cafeteria. as we made our way to the nurse's office, i chatted with her to try to distract her from the pain.

once we got to the nurse's office, i quickly explained to the nurse what had happened, making sure the girl was comfortable.

the nurse, cathleen, then examined her wrist, "its definitely not broken, just sprained." she explained with a small smile.

the girl let out a sigh of relief, and i smiled, relieved that it wasn't anything serious. "you're going to be okay, sweetie," i said kindly, patting her back.

"thank you," the girl murmured, looking grateful.

the nurse chimed in, "you'll need to ice it and take some ibuprofen for the swelling and pain, alright?"

i nodded, and the girl nodded weakly. the nurse handed her a pack of ice and gave her some ibuprofen. i stood by her side until she seemed more comfortable, then excused myself and started to return the cafeteria.

"oh jamie!" the nurse yelled out to me.

i stopped in my tracks, turning back to the nurse. "yes?"

nurse cathleen looked at me excitedly, holding a small envelope. "hey, i know it's last minute, but there's this designer launch party i was gonna go to tonight, but i have a family thing coming up. you into fashion and parties?"

i raised my eyebrows, intrigued. "depends on which designer you're talking about." i replied, half-jokingly.

she chuckled and handed me the envelope. "it's some local designer's party. i got a ticket and thought you might want to check it out. you're definitely the type to enjoy such events."

i took the envelope, curious now. "you're not wrong." i agreed, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

"besides, you should let loose a little and have some fun," cathleen added with a wink.

"how'd you get an invite?" i said with raised eyebrows. i hadn't ever hung out with cathleen outside of the school, but her getting invited to a fashion launch was out of the ordinary.

she laughed, "i have connections. now say yes and have a blast tonight."

i chuckled, amused by her eagerness. "alright, i suppose you're right. count me in."

cathleen beamed and nodded, clearly pleased. "great! it starts at 7 o'clock."

i thanked her and continued back to the cafeteria, already thinking about what i was gonna wear. an evening of high fashion and glamour awaited.

SOHO LOFT/LAUNCH PARTY
new york, new york
6:55pm

the sun was just beginning to dip below the skyline as i approached the party venue—a chic loft in soho. the exterior was understated, but the soft hum of music and the glow of lights filtering through the windows promised a lively event.

taking a deep breath, i stepped inside, greeted by a surge of energy. the vast space was adorned with sleek furniture, art installations, and carefully curated decor. well-dressed models and guests circulated, sipping on cocktails and exchanging animated conversations.

i felt a rush of adrenaline as i pushed through the crowd, taking in the vibrant scene. i wore a yellow embroiled strapless form fitting dress that stopped just above my knees.

fashionistas, socialites, and creatives mingled effortlessly. it was the epitome of a cool, city event.

i made my way to the bar, and leaned against the counter, "hi, could i get a cosmopolitan?" i said. someone mirrored my exact words.

i turned to find a woman standing next to me at the bar, who had ordered the same drink as me. she looked to be in her early thirties with a sophisticated but fashion-forward sense of style.

her blonde locks hung in loose curls around her shoulders and her eyes, a vibrant blue, scanned the room with a mixture of intrigue and confidence. she was the epitome of a city woman, both stylish and vivacious.

she turned to me, sizing me up. there was a hint of curiosity in her gaze. "you have good taste in drinks," the woman said, a sly smile playing at her lips.

i couldn't help but return her smile. "i could say the same about you." i replied, taking a sip of my cosmo.

"so, you in the industry?" she asked, taking a sip from her own glass.

"no, i'm a high school teacher." i replied, leaning against the counter, amused by this unexpected conversation.

her eyes widened slightly in surprise. "oh, a teacher. how noble." she said, the sarcastic tone in her voice very evident.

i raised an eyebrow playfully. "is that a hint of mockery i detect?"

a smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. "guilty. not sure about how a high school teacher ends up in a place like this."

"why's that?" i asked, taking another sip of my cocktail. "do i not look the part?"

she studied me for a moment, her gaze roaming over my form fitting dress and the way it hugged my body. "well, no, you do look the part. but that's not the point. high school teachers aren't exactly known for their flashy nightlife."

i chuckled, not entirely surprised by her bluntness. "i suppose you have a point there." i admitted, swirling the liquid in my glass. i then set my glass down and held out my hand, "jamie boyd."

she glanced down at my hand before taking it, her own much smaller hand enveloping mine. "carrie bradshaw." she responded, her grip firm yet oddly delicate.

"carrie," i repeated, trying the name on my tongue. "you have a column don't you?"

her eyes lit up and a proud smile graced her lips, "indeed i do. so you've heard of me?"

"i may have read a few of your articles." i said nonchalantly, not wanting to inflate her ego any further.

"just a few?" she feigned offense, rolling her eyes dramatically. "and here i thought you were a true fan."

i laughed, unable to resist her playful banter. "i'll admit, i've read my fair share of them. you certainly have a... unique perspective on life."

"unique?" carrie echoed, a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "that's one way to put it. i prefer 'dysfunctional.'"

i smiled, intrigued by her self-deprecating humor. it was a refreshing contrast to her otherwise confident demeanor. "dysfunctional might be a better term, yes."

"and what about you, miss high school teacher?" carrie asked, leaning against the counter as well. "any dysfunctional tendencies i should be aware of?"

i took another sip of my cosmopolitan, considering her question. "oh, i'm sure i have my fair share of dysfunctional tendencies," i confessed, my voice laced with humor. "but i'm a firm believer that everyone needs a little dysfunction in their life to keep things interesting."

she nodded and fished out a cigarette from her bag, "i'm headed out but, what are you doing around noon tomorrow? it's saturday so you shouldn't be teaching." she said with a grin.

i looked amused by her directness. "you asking me out on date?" i asked, only kidding.

carrie laughed, not offended at all. "hardly," she responded, lighting her cigarette. "i just happen to find your...what's the word...dysfunction tendencies to be entertaining." she paused. "my girlfriends and i are getting together for lunch and i'd love for you to join us." she added.

i couldn't help but be intrigued. carrie's bold invitation combined with her unabashed attitude was charming in a way. i smiled, "how can i say no to lunch with a columnist and her entourage?"

carrie's lips curled into a sly smile, "terrific. you know the cafeteria in chelsea? we'll be there." she exhaled a puff of smoke. "see you tomorrow, jamie." she said before walking off, her heels clacking each step she took.

i was left feeling a mix of amused and slightly stunned. had i just agreed to lunch with carrie bradshaw? her confidence was infectious. i shook my head and chuckled. tomorrow certainly promised to be interesting.

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