Will you be my girl?

Chapter 1

A wise woman once said "fuck this shit" and she lived happily ever after.

I am a big follower of this woman. I whole-heartedly follow her footsteps all around. Everywhere, every day, each and every second of my life. Let's just say, that is my life's motto. I don't give a fuck about anybody or anything. And I like it that way.

Yes, I'm a cold-hearted, hateful, pridesome, self-centred, egoistic, conceited bitch. That's how people around me, know me. Not that they know me at all. But everyone has their opinions. We all do. But what can I say, it's not that I want them to actually know me at the first place. I'm happy with myself being conceited. Having no friends, doing my own shit. That helps. Girls are scared of me. Yeah, well.. I've pretty much maintained my reputation. Say one thing about me to my face, and I'll show you your place. That's how it works. Revenge is a bitch. Messing with me brings no good.

And well boys, uh.. that's another story. 

Sure, I get attention from a lot of boys. And that's a lot. Being a pretty girl has it's own perks. I'm sexy and I know it. Everyone knows it. That's not a news. I guess going to gym regularly has helped a lot maintaining a hot curvy figure. And of course, I don't hide my curves. What's there to hide? And why should I? 

I dress hot, I act hot. In short, I'm a package of hotness. And I'm totally cool with it.

The thing is, I'm not a regular badass bitch. Not that I would like to become one. I do not. That's the difference. Sure, I'm a bitch if you want to call me one, with an exception maybe. I'm not ordinary. 

I am THE exception. 

As for now, enough of my intro. You'll see more of me throughout from time to time. Every time. So, let's talk about today. Hmm. Today..

Today is a very special day of my life. Nineteen years back today, I brought light into this lifeless world. Today is my birthday. And I'm so excited. Not.

You see, birthdays are really not my thing. What's there to celebrate? I'm getting one year ahead of myself. I'm getting older and older, nearing to death. And people are celebrating this shit? And.. and don't you try and start on how birthdays are the best parts of life. You are completing another year full of happiness and crap. Blah blah blah.. I don't really give a shit of what you think.

Full-of-myself much?

Yeah, that would be me. Thanks.

I woke up at 11 in the morning. Still yawning. Thank god, today's Sunday. No getting early, no gym, and no college. I slept at almost 4 am at night; well practically morning, reading book. 

I'm not going to change my Sunday sleeping schedule just because it's my birthday. Sleep is important to me. Birthdays will come and go, like every other year.

I rubbed my eyes, made my bed and switched ON my phone. Yup, that's right I had put it off at night. So no one would call and interrupt my prestigious sleep. 

1 missed call from Mom. 1 from Granny. 2 texts from Sam.

Sam is my only friend. And my best-friend. Not that I have a choice to unfriend her too. If I had, I would do it. Kidding.

Sam is my friend since kindergarten. I was not as conceited back then. I had enough friends. Since then, Sam has never left me. She is the only person who understands me. I've had an entire decade and a half being with her. We graduated together from same school, but in different colleges now.