Faster Than Your Bullets

Chapter 14

i am annoying and crap, aren't i?

Chapter 14

High school is not that bad, but sometimes it can be bitchy. Usually without a warning.

"I don't even know him." I speak slowly to Mandy Stuart's face. She looks harassed. Whatever it is, it is not my fault. "You can stop barking wild now."

She furiously splutters a list of guy names whose owners I am accused of "having stolen" from the cheers like "the bitch I am" which sounds absolutely alien to my ears.

Lucky for her there aren't many people around us. She looks like a complete idiot, listing names of dudes in school like a thousand-megabyte computer infected by viruses.

All of this bullshit is just because her boyfriend has just broken up with her and held eye contact with me this morning (the fuck??). It seems like I can never be left alone and always has to be sabotaged by Scarlett Regan or this desperate cow. Let's just hope the two redheads wouldn't get together and sketch up a plan to drop two bombs at once.

"And Jeffrey—" Her fingernails today is black. I know because one of them are inches away from my nose. Having a famous TV hostess as a mom doesn't really help improve your manners.

"Excuse me, but he was actually my boyfriend." I interrupt her and push her finger away, classily like a lady. That's what Andrew told me before he left at two this morning, how to deal with stupid people. I can't recall exactly why the conversation happened. "You can ask him if you want to."

"He was dating Alicia before you. Remembering anything, bitch?" Her breath smells of minty breath spray. I've breathing it for three minutes straight and it's getting slightly revolting, so I inch my face away from hers.

"He dumped her two months before me, but we can put it your way." I smile, hoping it looks jeering. Mandy looks like she's about to hit me. But she can't. We both know that. I have more influence over this school than her, and if anyone can make another's person life miserable, it's me.

Mandy hisses in a low voice. "You are a boyfriend-stealing, desperate, blond—"

"Hey ladies." A hand places on Mandy's shoulder and pull her away from me. It's Peter. I can't fight the urge to beam at the sight of his face. He smiles back, winks at me then turn to Mandy. "A little too early in the morning, isn't it?"

"Peter." The corner of Mandy's mouth twitches. Peter is her least favorite in the football team, partially because he's friend with me, and also because of her humiliating attempt of flirtation with him in the end of our sophomore year that was rejected quite bluntly and publicly. It wasn't Peter's intention to turn her down in front of many people. It was mine. I was a nasty little bitch back then. Anyways, she got her chance to sleep with him last year, when he was drunk of his ass and can't remember a thing. But he told me there was a slight pain in some unspeakable places. I told him I didn't need to know that.

"Maybe later?" Peter grins, too flatteringly to be real. Then, swinging an arm around my shoulder, he drags me away from the scene. "C'mon. We've got a class together." He's also too loud.

"What was that all about?" I mutter as opening the door to Social Study classroom. Peter scoffs.

"I should be the one to ask. What was the whole blond hair thing about?"

I shrug, struggling to place the five heavy books down the table and get my schoolbag off without squashing any fingers. "No idea. You didn't let her finish the sentence."

"So it's my fault now?" He laughs, helping me with my books. I throw my bag on the chair.

"Yes, it is. You've done homework?"