Good Girl

Chapter 20

Abby’s PoV

I knew she was blushing and I couldn’t even see her face.

Anyways, when we got to school, we were automatically in couple mode.

Hand-holding, giggles, cheek-kisses, the works.

Somehow, life just seemed…better.

Like, in general.

Not to other people, though, and especially not to my cuntbag ex, Stacey.

As a matter of fact, she was an even bigger bitch than normal that day.

“Hey, Abby,” she said, walking up to J.C. and I at lunch. “Who’s this, your new whore?”

“I don’t date whores,” I replied flatly. “With the exception of you, of course.”

She scoffed and sat down next to J.C.

Hands to yourself, I thought, glaring at Stacey. Or I’ll cut ‘em off.

Apparently she wasn’t psychic, though.

She tilted her face up gently, and I could tell she was making Jules uncomfortable.

I was gonna give her a few more chances before I beat her (loose) ass.

“She is cute,” Stacey concluded. “She’s got the good girl vibe. You like that don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I snarled. “And that’s one on the list of good qualities I like that you could never have.”

She clenched her Invisaligned teeth.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Well, real boobs, for one,” I grinned.

She shot up out of her seat and walked behind J.C., putting her hands on her chest.

“What boobs?!”

“What the hell?!” Julie squirmed and gave me a look of, “Don’t just fucking sit there, do something!”

So I did.

“Stacey, you crazy-ass bitch, I swear to fucking God, I’ll-”

“What?! Hit me?!” she shouted. “I fuckin’ dare you!”

I reared back my fist and prepared for at least three knuckles to pop and be in extreme pain for the next hour, but I never hit Ms. Slutface.

Jules ran over and wrapped her arms around my waist from behind.

“Hey, Abby,” she said into my ear. “She’s not worth the suspension.”

I sighed and put my ready-for-action arm around her shoulders.

“She may not be, but you sure as hell are,” I replied, looking into her gorgeous green eyes.

“Let’s just…not go to jail today,” she laughed. “Okay?”

I chuckled.

“Okay…”

We walked away without saying another word to Stacey.

 Well, there was a rude hand gesture, but no words.