Faster Than Your Bullets

Chapter 5

 Chapter 5

"So, have you found your soul mate yet?" Pam looks at me up and down as we're getting to her car after the party. Sighing, she searches in her bag for a mirror and give it to me. I look like a total disaster with my makeup all smeared, my hair messy and my dress terribly wrinkled. Trust Peter to make me hideous after every time we have sex. That little fucker.

"No." I shrug "But I did find a fuck-mate."

Pam scrunches her nose "Same old fuck-mate. You need refreshments, girl." She nudges me "Getting screwed by just one guy times to times is not good."

I tilt my head to a side "Then I suppose getting screwed by multiple guys in a day is good?"

"No hun." She raises a hand "Just once a day. I'm not Ms. Sex Psycho."

"Yeah, right. You aren't."

"Stop that sarcasm, lady." She seems surprisingly sober, not a bit alcohol-affected. Which is weird, because she is the one who always gets wasted at parties. And I'm the one who is always in the tragically comedic situation of finding a ride home. If it's just me who needs a ride then it's not that bad, but I have to take care of Pam, too. And most guys don't like the idea of them prevented from getting laid by an unconscious brunette who has the need to vomit every half an hour.

"Aren't you supposed to be drunk?" I ask receive a pointed look.

"What kind of question is that?" She folds her arms "And yes, I'm supposed to be drunk, but I have to drink less tonight so Karen-the-bitch won't be able to tell that I've just gone to a party so she can't tell my parents." Her eyes roll and a huff escape.

"That's...thoughtful." I say, impressed and slightly glad when we reach her car in the far corner the parking lot.

"Of course it's thoughtful. I'm a thoughtful person." She places a hand on her chest in pride. I don't answer to that and we hop inside the fancy ride. I keep the purse for her, place it between us as she gets the car rolling, chatting about boys at the party in the way. Pam says that Steven Conway is over-the-edges hot, but I think he's just OK. He's too muscular and that's not good-looking. And he also has the wimpy blonde hair that doesn't help making him look better.

"Okay, how about James?" She asks, opening a bottle of wine "Want some?"

"Nah, I'm good. And James Cochrane? He's cute."

"And he has hot British cousin." She winks and gulps down a large amount of wine "Jace Cochrane. I heard that he came to the party tonight, too. Did you see him?"

Yes, and we made out over Truth or Dare. "No, I didn't." I shrug. I thought Jace is only a normal teenager but after five minutes hearing Pamela blabbing about him, I'm informed that he's the twenty-year-old owner of the famous Cochrane Company. Probably richer than God. And he screws one girl a day. I find it quite funny and let out a laugh.

"What?"

"Nah, nothing." I shake my head. "It's just that, you know, he sounds kinda like your sister."

"Manwhores and whores are exactly the same, girl. Now you know that?" She drinks from the bottle again then places it between her purse and her.

And the conversation goes on about how men can be bad and bitchy and rude and stupid. I don't think all men are stupid. I mean, look at the nerds in the science club! Stupid is not the right word to describe them, right? But aside from those, the rest of the men population is quite the same to me. They are lustful, conservative, insensitive, abusive and totally useless when it comes to housework. And that is not to mention the devout ones. I've met some of guys of that kind and they ever did was talking about their Gods, which I absolutely have no interest in. Those relationships of mine always ended over religion. Men think they're the one who should be taking control of everything and for so many centuries women believed it, too. But now it's the new age and a lot of men still have that thought while there's the fact that women are proved to be smarter than men. But hey, no dude can argue with the dumb dude, right?