Rebel

Chapter 2- Meet Queen B*tch

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Chapter 2: Meet Queen B*tch

"No, it's fine!"

Dax refused to accept the fact that his grandfather's 1967 ford mustang was dying. It occasionally jolted whilst driving down the road and let out random puffs of black smoke. The car had to go. Whether he liked it or not.

"Dax, I'm sorry to say but I don't think the Beast can take another day, let alone the rest of the week before it completely breaks down into pieces." The seats were wrecked, and the horn honestly sounded like it was running out. The vomit green paint job on the car's exterior earned it the name 'The Beast', gifted by me.

The reason anyone would ever paint a car in a color so nasty baffled me. I have no doubt that it would look a little more approachable just with a different coat of paint. It actually is a really nice car. It’s just old, worn out. TIRED.

"It just needs a little work.." He carried on. I was hosing myself laughing. "This car has taken a beating and a half. If it was in a bit more of a better shape maybe it and all its former glory could be salvaged, but it its current state, I really don't think it's worth wasting all your money trying to fix it up." Dax frowned. I knew he didn’t appreciate my insensitivity on the subject. Especially since I knew very well that he'd been saving up to get the Beast fixed for years. His parents refused to buy him a new car so he had to make do with what he was given. But me being my usual speak my mind type, I had to burst his bubble. He kept frowning, eyebrows furrowed as he looked ahead. He was being a baby.

"Look, I didn't say don't do it. Do what you want. But don't expect me not to say 'I told you so' when your broke and still stuck with a shit car." I sighed heavily after my statement.              

“I haven’t seen you spend a dime since you were first promised this car when we were like.. 9.” The boy no doubt had some superpower restraint. He had like, $300 in cash stashed somewhere in his room and something like 5-600 dollars in a personal bank account he started himself. I can think of a number of things that I would spend almost $1000 on. It’s apparent that I don’t save money as much as I should. I think I got my point across successfully due to the lack of speech one his part.

After a long silence, he finally spoke. "So speaking of cars, how's the Bug?"                                       

My car, the Bug, was in the shop getting a new paint job. While I was attending a friend's sweet 16, some sad, drunk idiot came out of the bar across the road and took out the anger from his recent divorce on all the cars parked on the street. Sadly my poor, used Volkswagen Beetle 1300 had to pay the price. And I was forced to hitch a ride with Dax and Chanel. Ecchhh.. Chanel.

I love hanging out with Dax. He's the type of person that's laid back doesn't give a shit about what other people think about him. That's how he fit in so well with the rest of us. Chanel on the other hand, is completely different from Dax altogether. She’s bitchy, compulsive and superficial. Typical popular girl characteristics. Whatever possessed Dax to ever go for her I really don’t understand because she ever does is scream and complain about everything she comes into contact with.                          

Imagine, the day he asked her out, she laughed in his face and humiliated him in front of all her little priss friends. I can’t forget how depressed he was that week .He let it go after a while but still looked at her with puppy dog eyes every time she'd walk past him. I was so close to trying to slap the sense back into him which might have ended up with one of us having a concussion.

I never got my chance since she texted him and went back on her decision 2 weeks later claiming she was scared and intimidated because she liked him so much. BULLSHIT. And I've told him it's all bullshit. Obviously Dax went back to her because he's spineless. I'm quite sure that if more people listened to me the world would be a better place. Sorry for the cliche, but it's true.

As we turned onto Chanel’s road, we were welcomed by beautiful, white two story houses that practically screeched “LOOK AT ME I’M EXPENSIVE”. Damn, rich people. We pulled into a kind of round about type drive way. The side of the car facing huge mahogany framed double doors. I sneered. I wouldn’t have expected any less from a family that bred the egomaniac that is Chanel Von Vos.

And may I just say, her name pisses the fuck out of me.

Finally the doors open to reveal little Miss Prim and Proper with the same expression she bares on her face everyday of the week. Disappointment.

I would have been delighted if the disappointment was directed towards me only. But seeing as she had a look of disgust whilst watching Dax and the Beast, I very nearly flipped out. Nearly, because as we recall, it's still too early to function like a normal human being.

Chanel took a step out of the door, "Daxi. I told you to get rid of that horrid car! I can't be seen in this horrific abomination! Don't you ever deter your mind from yourself and think about me for a change!"

I was completely stunned. The nerve of this bitch. I turned to her. She was slowly picking out my hairs one by one just by her presence. "You can either get your pompous ass in the motherfucking car , or you can take the bus. Take your pick and hurry the fuck up."

"Well if it isn't the Mouth. How lovely for you to grace mine and Dax's presence on our journey to school." The Mouth was a nickname granted to me in my early elementary school days. It was something everyone from students to faculty called me due to my sharp tongue, lack of filter and  speak-my-mind type attitude. Call it foot in mind disease if you will. A curse to many but I embrace it as a blessing.

Sarcasm laced her every word. I scratched  my head out of irritation and cleared my throat. "Firstly Vos, stop speaking like your a writer from the 1800's. As much as you like to believe that your in your own little world, we don't live in a fucking storybook. Secondly, I think you would be pleased to know that as much as you don't want me here it pains me that I have to spend the worst of my day stuck in a confined space with a whining spoilt brat. By the way, Dax did not offer me a ride in the mornings he begged and pleaded that I shouldn't ride the bus so that I might save him from the nagging, temper-tantrum having, nightmare-of-a-girlfriend that is you."

I glared at her waiting for a response that to my satisfaction never came. I smirked. Dumb blond. Dax was completely silent and wide-eyed. He's probably trying to avoid my temper today. She looked like she was about to cry.

Well good.

I settled back into my seat and Dax started up the beast again. Took a while, but Chanel moved her tiny feet from the welcome mat and walked to the backseat.