Bad Habit

c h a p t e r 14: Hand in Hand

     Luke and I walked into school, hysterically laughing and holding hands. We passed the office doors to find Chelsea and her posy of tramps. I stopped completely, and my smile had fallen. Luke notices. "Ell let's just take a shortcut, this-" Before he could finish, I let go of his hand, "Wish me luck tiger." I whispered in his ear, then bit the cartilage. "Elli! You don't have to..." His voice began to fade as I stomped over to Chelsea, who was already making her way towards me.

"Listen, you Aussie bitch," I said right as she opened her mouth for words, "If you lay your crabby fingers on my boyfriend ever again, if you lay on him ever again, if you even fucking think about him, I will take those fake leather heels and shove them up your ass, and if that doesn't stop you because you've gotten fucked up there so many times that it's just a never-closing hole, then honestly come over to my place and we can talk it over some fucking tea."

"Get off my ass you fucking tool." She scoffs, "He doesn't love you, this isn't the Notebook; it's reality. Welcome to it honey." Her nasally taunts were taking my anger to extreme levels. "I want just what he wants; sex. And that's why we're the perfect couple, and well you, you're basically a worthless piece of garb-"

  And with that, I punched her square in the face. Chelsea fell on the floor; the crash being harder than it should've been because of her unnecessary four-inched heels.

Shit.

  A large crowd had formed around the two of us. People started chanting my name as the Spanish teacher helped Chelsea up.

Did I make her- oh my God, she's bleeding.

I can't believe I fucked her up that bad. Maybe her parents could now let her get that nose job she's always probably wanted. Rich whores are so predictable.

"OUT OF MY WAY!"

The principle. This is some deep shit you've gotten yourself into Ellicity.

"EDWARDS! MY OFFICE NOW."