Breaking "Bad"

N i n e

Dedicated to _nymphomaniac because her books kick äss. Seriously, go and read them if you don't believe me.

[Edited]

*Mature content at the end*

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Be perceptive of this chapter my lovely readers...

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Hailey~

Layla and I didn't often fight. In all the years we'd known each other I could count on one hand the amount of times we had.

That night was an exception.

"Look at them," I slurred, pointing at the skinny bitches surrounding both Tristan and Scott. Most of them were focused on Tristan, seeing as Scott had a most of them down although a few were still looking hopeful. "Sluts!"

The recreational room was particularly active that evening with hundreds of sweaty bodies grinding against each other – more than I'd ever seen at once.

"Why can't he just fucking walk away?" I yelled to no one in particular as I glared at Scott, who was laughing at something Tristan had said. The girls around them seemed to be swooning over the sound as they stared at the duo, wide-eyed and in awe of the very sound.

I tried my best to climb up from the love seat I was sat on but the room's dramatic tilting didn't seem to be helping me at all and eventually, I gave up. "Damnit!" I cursed. After a few failed attempts I just stayed where I was, feeling grumpier than I had been before my quest to move.

Layla looked to be slightly less out of it then I was as she stared intently at Tristan with a slight frown stuck to her features. I nudged her. "Are you even listening?" I think that I was perhaps screaming down her ear but I couldn't be sure. 

She merely shrugged me off with a roll of her eyes.

"I want to slap them all across the face," I continued, huffing as one girl stepped closer to Scott. She was wearing a jade green skimpy dress that I just knew would look better on me. I mean, I had to say that to help me sleep at night, but somehow I felt it was also the truth.

When Jenna walked over and took the girl's place, I saw red. She'd been doing that a lot lately -- when Scott wasn't with me she would miraculously bump into him and start a twenty minute conversation. I'm sure the whole thing would no doubt be full of innuendos and flirty remarks, but Scott being Scott probably wouldn't even have noticed. Idiot. 

"Help me up," I commanded to an uninterested Layla. "Now! Helloo? I need to swat away the flies." By that I simply meant chasing away all the whores who were trying to put their filthy paws on my man, of course.

Jenna hadn't retaliated from my parting shot (a.k.a sleeping with Scott) which was a relief. But her lack of response just told me that she was planning something and it had been making me nervous, that night in particular. 

"Layla, hurry up!" I nudged her again. Her phone dropped to the floor but I ignored it and waited for her to obey. "Layla!"