I Belong To The Baddest Girl At School

Okay, so maybe "belong" is a strong word. But let's just say my life revolves around Cupcake. Yes, Cupcake. It's not as delicate as it sounds.

See, Cupcake (real name, Brenda, but nobody dares use it) is, without a doubt, the baddest girl at school. And I'm her... well, I'm her designated dog walker.

The Unexpected Origin Story

It all started with a rogue squirrel. Brenda, queen of the school, was terrified. Her tiny, fluffy terror of a Pomeranian, Princess Fluffybutt the Third (I swear, that's the name), nearly had a heart attack.

Naturally, I, resident art geek and squirrel whisperer, managed to shoo it away. Brenda, in a rare moment of vulnerability, looked at me with gratitude.

Next thing I knew, I was holding Princess Fluffybutt the Third's leash. "Walk her," Brenda commanded, "and make sure nothing eats her. Or you."

Life with a "Baddest" Twist

Now, my afternoons consist of navigating suburban streets with a dog that thinks it's a tiny lion. And Brenda? She occasionally checks in, usually with a demand for a specific brand of organic dog treats.

It's not glamorous. It's not exactly cool. But it's...interesting. Imagine seeing the school's toughest girl genuinely concerned if Princess Fluffybutt the Third got enough sun.

I get snippets of Brenda's world, the one behind the carefully constructed tough exterior. Turns out, even the baddest girls have anxieties, favorite TV shows, and a weird obsession with their pets.

The Perks (and Quirks) of the Job

There are definitely perks. For one, I'm now practically invisible to the school's bullies. Nobody messes with Brenda's... dog walker. I'm collateral.

And then there's the gossip. Oh, the gossip! I hear everything. Brenda trusts me implicitly. Mostly because I've seen her sing Disney songs to her dog.

Of course, there are downsides. Poop patrol is real. And explaining to my parents that I spend my afternoons with Brenda "Cupcake" Rodriguez, the girl who allegedly glued the principal's car to the parking lot, is always fun.

More Than Just a Leash

I've learned a lot, too. About responsibility (Princess Fluffybutt the Third sheds. A lot). About loyalty. And about judging a book by its cover.

Brenda, the "baddest girl," is actually pretty decent. She's fierce, protective, and surprisingly funny. And she truly loves that ridiculous dog.

Our unlikely friendship, born from a squirrel attack and cemented by organic dog biscuits, is probably the most unexpected thing in my life. It's certainly the most entertaining.

I'm still just the art geek. But now, I'm *Brenda's* art geek. And honestly? It's not so bad. In fact, it's kind of... awesome. I get to see a side of Cupcake that nobody else does.

So yeah, I belong (sort of) to the baddest girl at school. And Princess Fluffybutt the Third owes me big time.