The Bitch and the Bastard

Poke Her Face

   I bounced down the steps in my bikini, grabbed an apple from the kitchen, and went out my back door where I was suddenly struck with a water balloon. “The fuck?!” 

 This random guy laughed and came up to me. “I’m sorry. Justin and I were just having a water balloon fight. I didn’t expect anyone to come out. I didn’t even know anyone was home.”

 I looked behind him and my eyes narrowed. Justin looked amused. “What are you doing in my yard?”

 “Your parents said we could hang out at your pool if we want.” Justin answered. 

 “The hell do you even have friends already? You’re disgusting and just moved here yesterday.”

 “I’m his cousin, James.”

 “Whatever. Get out of my yard or I’ll throw you down the stairs again.” I went back inside, shutting the door by the time he started to speak again. I’m not dealing with bullshit. Especially his. I locked the back door and ran up to my room to change. Since I apparently had the house to myself, I threw on some comfy night shorts and a Batman T-Shirt, going back to hang out on the front room couch. Life is so much easier alone. I pushed the on button for the IPod dock in my room, turning it up to drown out the noise outside.

   I had all the lights off and turned on the movie Annabelle.

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   “Is she really out cold?”

 “She seems it.”

 “Well, poke her face or something.”

 “Okay.”

 My eyes popped open and I grabbed their wrist and twisted it. “Touch me and you lose that finger.” I snapped. Justin stared at me in shock over by my fridge. I shoved his cousin away from me. “The hell did you two get in here?!”

 “Window in the bedroom was open.” Justin spoke with a mouthful of pizza. 

 “You know if the doors are locked, that’s kind of a key sign to stay the fuck out.” I stated.

 “Eh.” He shrugged and sat his stupid, egotistical, punk ass down on my couch. 

 “Get the hell out of my house!”

 “No.”

 “Don’t tell me no, get out of my house!”

 “No.” He shrugged.

 I punched him. 

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   After the guys finally left I was able to lay down, with my music blasting in my room, and my laptop propped up against my legs. I got on my Facebook , and google. I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for, just something to do. I came across several different sites, but one sounded so stupid that I looked at it. Wattpad. Like what the hell is that, some electricity business site? I got to reading on about the site and started checking it out. An amateur book writing website?

   I made an account and started looking at all the stories and pages on here. One book caught my eye. Never Destined. I put the laptop next to me and turned to my side, knowing I had a few good hours to be wrapped up in this book.

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     Okay, don't kill me. This hasn't been updated in two months, but I swear to God this chapter was a freaking HORRIBLE case of Writers Block. And yes, I feel the need to capitalize that. Anyways. It might take me another chapter or two to get completely out of the block, but I feel like the worse part is over. But anyways. I was going to take down this story back like a month or so ago. But then I kept getting hundreds of reads, and I'm not going to take something down that's getting that much progress and flow. But considering it took me this long to upload and the flow lessened, I'm figuring that the whole idea of making it to the Hot List, is out.

          Chapter is dedicated to Goddess_Of_Misfits because she's the writer of Never Destined. I edit it for her, and it's honestly something I want to keep up with because I really like it.

                          Anywaysssss..... Vote, Comment, Tell people! Both of our stories that is;P