Just My Kind Of Girl - ON HOLD...

Chapter 14 - Liars.....

MEET THE HOWARD FATERNAL TWINS! DANNY AND DANICA (daniel flathery & sasha pieterse) NEXT CHAPTER WE WILL MEET THEM, JUST HAD TO SHOW WHO THEIR ARE!!!

"Okay, you guys have a class project."

A number of groans came from around the room. I looked up at Ms. Valentina, who sat on her desk. She smiled, giving everyone a quick glance over.

"It's a history project."

Another groan.

"You need to talk about your history. Where your family derives from and all that other stuff. If you don't want to, you can do reading assignment."

"How many pages?" Asked a student I learned to know as Guss.

"30. So do this, or that, your choice. I'll pass the papers for the project. It's due on Thursday of this week." She said over the next wave of groans. I looked over to the person next to me, a frown staining his face. He looked over to me, his expression softening. I smiled, dropping my head back on the desk.

"Kristen, here," She said, pushing the paper on my desk. "I know you for a fact don't want to read 30 pages then take a quiz on it. Do you?" She asked.

"Never. I'll just start on this at home." I said, putting the paper in my bag. I looked at my phone, which began to buzz.

Practice after school. Staying until 6. OUTT! Jason!

I shook my head, laughing at the message. I can't believe he just texted me in class. The bell rang and everyone filed out, grumbling about the project. I quickly ran into the girl's locker room, getting dressed for Step Practice.

"Yeah. He said he wanted me to come out the beach with him after the break up so we could talk about. I told him no and to go fuck his new fuck buddy living with him." I looked over to Leigh talking to her little bunch of girls walking into the room. She laughed, then her eyes landed on me. Her face went pale as she looked at me. Knowingly, I walked over to her in my shorts, sports bra and cheetah print Vans.

"So I'm the fuck buddy, right? I'm the reason he broke up with you?" I laughed humorlessly. "You fucking idiot. You probably don't remember all the shit you've done to him, and you blame me. Drop fucking dead, ass." I growled in a very close whisper in her face. She looked at me, her eyes darting from me over to her friends, then back to me. "What? Waiting for them to attack me? Want them to get me out your face before I destroy your little bitch ego? News flash, they're not here to help you. Now, have anything to say to me?" She blinked twice and I took that as a signal to walk away.

"You ruined everything."

"Excuse me? ME? I RUINED EVERYTHING?! You hopeless case. I pray for people like you. Blaming people for their screw ups. I wasn't the one who laid you down in the bed with Dallas Harley. I wasn't the one making you ride his cock, knowing that you had Jason. I wasn't the one who broke Jason heart. You want someone to blame, blame your fucking-"

She punched me.

I stood there with my face turned, the sting on the hit burning my face. I slowly turned my head back, knowing my nose was bleeding. It dripped down my face onto my chest. Leigh looked at me, tears streaming down her face.

"I didn't do shit. At that party, I went, had a few drinks and went home." she yelled. I began to laugh, my eyes watering. This was all too funny.

"You honestly thought that the whole reason he wanted to break up with you was me, yet you don't know what happened. Fuck that, you don't remember. From everyone looking for you, to Jason himself finding you in wherever with Dallas riding him, to you bawling your eyes out on me in your living room on campus." I glared at her. "And stop those damn crocodile tears! You're fucking irritating me." I walked back over to her, my 5'4 towering her 4 feet.