Stop It l.h

3 - Cars And Creeps

Ashton got here earlier than I expected, and another unexpected little thing he did was bring some bit.ch along. Sorry, I mean FAKE bit.ch. Whoops. My apologies.

"Hi I'm Brittney." She says as I enter the car.

"I'm April." I answer as I pull off the fakest smile anyone could ever see. She fake smiled back, and that's when I knew she was gonna be annoying as fu.ck.

"Sorry April, I forgot to tell you that I was bringing along my girlfriend." Girlfriend? Oh HELL naw. Nuh-Uh. Nope. She can't be his girlfriend. She's a fake as.s bit.ch, and I'm not judging upon looks, but because ive seen her around school last year dating a different guy every time, and she cheated on all of them.

"Um Ashton, can I talk to you for a little bit before we drive off?" I asked as I gave Ashton that 'but not with her' look. He looked at me weirdly, before agreeing and stepping out of the car.

"You can't possibly be dating her." I whisper-shouted, just in case the bit.ch was trying to listen.

"But I am. Kaboom Foamtastic, bish." Ashton replied while snapping his fingers into a Z form. I dramatically gasped in an attempt to make him laugh, but he didn't budge.

"Um Ashton, im sorry to say this, but she cheats. She goes around, A LOT." I say in the most sincere way possible.

"She changed." He tries to convince himself.

"I don't think so, Ashton." I say seriously.

"Lets just talk about this later, when she isn't right next to us." Ashton states.

"Aight."

We got to a car lot, and we were greeted by a perverted car dealer. He wouldn't stop staring at Brittney and I's boobs. You can have the other bit.ch. My brain added as I stared at the dealer.

"Hey, perv, my eyes are up here." I snapped my fingers at him and he broke contact with my boobs, looked up at me, then back at my boobs.

Perv.

"Will you stop calling me that?" The man said, and then I realized that what I thought I was thinking, I was actually speaking.

"I'll stop calling you a perv when you stop being one." I sassed him. I heard Ashton giggle behind me and Brittney coo at Ashton's giggle. Maybe she really did change. Nah.

We look through the cars as my eyes settle on a black SUV. Hmm... it works for my creepy vibe, its kinda cheap, it has a lot of room, the chairs look comfortable... I SHALL BUY IT.

"Il take that one." I tell the dealer, pointing at the black SUV.

"You sure pretty lady? It doesnt seem like your type." The dealer asks and I immediately give him a death stare that speaks 'sleep with one eye open tonight bit.ch cause il find you, and when I do, you'll die.'

"Im pretty sure, perv. You don't know me, and I don't know you. Let's keep it that way." I say, still holding my death stare.

"Oh but sweety, I would love to know you and your friends a lot better." He smirks, staring at my boobs. I instantly jump on top of him and punch him in the jaw. Ashton sees my sudden reaction and runs to get me off of him.

He pulls me off, and as he does, I spit on him. Serves you right, creep. The perv gets up, and gives me a dirty look as he wipes his jaw. He flinches, though, so I think my job here is done.

"Can I get the keys yet, or are you just gonna keep staring at my boobs, perv?" I stare at him with the same death stare. He nods his head yes as he holds his jaw.