I'm A Teenage Slut, Beast, Cheater, Girl (2nd book)

I'm A Teenage Slut, Beast, Cheater, Girl : Chapter 2

***Funny thing is it doesn't take long to write this i'm just so packed with the other stories that i push it to the side. But truth is i write it mostly for fun.***

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“I’ll see you Matt.” I unbuckled the seat belt and turned to look at him in the driver’s seat. We were parked in front of my house. Allison was asleep in the back. Every once in a while she would mumble something about the mob and not wanting to swim with the fishes.

“You know you don’t have to go, there’s always my house... my room.”

I slammed his arm, “Matt somebody almost died today, and you just want to and have sex.”

He laughed, “A reverend getting shot doesn’t affect the function of my-.” I stopped him.

“Okay enough said.” I climbed out of the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You know it.” I shut the door and watched the car disappear down the street. Then I turned and walked to my door, I took out my key and opened the empty house.

I had no pets, no relatives, and my mother was never home. But honestly I liked it. If my mom was around I would have to explain why I was getting home so late and tell her about the man getting shot.

I shut and locked the door feeling a bit unsafe after tonight. Then I plopped down on the couch. I turned on the TV to see nothing on except for Disney kid shows and people selling useless things that only old people bought.

I sighed and stood up. I ran up the stairs to my room and collapsed on my bed. I realized I had gone to the hospital in my pajamas: how embarrassing.

That brought the thought of Mike to my head. I smiled.

Slutty Side: I can’t believe he thinks about you in a nightgown.

So? A lot of people think about each other in… night gowns. (?)

Slutty Side: Do you think about him in his pajamas?

Now I do.

Hmmm, Mike looks like just boxers kind of guy.

Slutty Side: I wonder if he has a six pack.

Probably, you can tell he has muscles just by looking at him.

Slutty Side: You know what you should do?!

What?

Slutty Side: Get one of those nurse outfits and visit him tomorrow.

No!

Slutty Side: Why not? You know you want to.

Shut up! What happened to the other parts of my brain anyways?

Slutty Side: Asleep. You knocked them out with the coffee

Then why aren’t you asleep?

Slutty Side: I run on hormones honey. That caffeine doesn’t even come close.

Okay I’m going to sleep. I turned on my side and scrunched the pillow. I yawned and looked out my window to see the sky turning into a light dark blue. I looked at the clock to see it was 5am.

Seeing that knocked me out completely.

Good night cruel world.

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Beep! Beep! Beep! My eyes opened to the annoyingly loud alarm clock. I groaned and hit it. 6:15!

I only slept for and hour and fifteen minutes! It was summer why was I even awake?

“Lela!” I heard my mother’s voice calling up the stairs. “Time to get up!”

I hated those words. My mother had a very load voice that could scare you even if it didn’t sound mad. That’s why she worked with all the corporate fat cats; she could scare people into getting the job done.

I shivered and quickly got up. The last thing I needed was her coming up here harassing me to get up. I ran down the stairs and saw her moving around the house grabbing her bag and putting on heels. “What is it?”

“You didn’t forget did you?” What was she talking about?

Well…um kinda.”

“Today is Bring Your Daughter to Work Day.” I smiled. I loved going to work with my mom.

“Oh yeah! I’ll be right down.” I ran up stairs and into my room.

I know it sounds stupid but again my mom scares people for a living. It’s how she met my dad. They worked together making sure people got their jobs done. If you mix those two together you get one scary daughter. I was practically made to scare the crap out of people.

I threw open my closet and pulled out a black skirt and purple button down shirt. I quickly got dressed and fixed my hair. I added make up and grabbed my phone. I ran out of my room then turned around to run back in and put on my heels.

I took one look in the mirror downstairs and my mom came up from behind. She brushed her hands threw my hair and smiled. “You look lovely.”

“Thanks mom.”

“Now come on.” I walked away from the mirror and out the door.

As I rode in the car I thought about what I should do. Maybe I should just be bad for the day, after all that’s what people expected. Then after the day is over and I’m back home I could turn…nice. Right? That could work.

Bad Side: Please! Please! Let me out! You need me!

Good Side: Lela no! When you like that you’re unpredictable! Don’t do it!

Bad Side: Just for the day!

Well…I guess it couldn’t hurt. But then again… what if I just act kind of bad not terrible? Yeah that could work.