***So there is going to be a lot of cheaters by the end of this story. Here's one of them..***
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As soon as I got home I passed out on the couch and didn’t wake up until the next day. I would have slept the whole day if my phone hadn’t rung and woken me up.
“Hello?”
“Lela!” It was Allison.
“Hay Allison.”
“I can’t believe you!”
“What?”
“You cheater!”
“Hold on, why am I cheater?”
“You cheated on Matt!”
“I did not!”
“Matt called me and said you were with some hot co-worker and you were…doing some bad stuff. Le! If you wanted to break up with him you didn’t need to do it like that!”
“I didn’t cheat on him! I was just teasing! That hot co-worker was just a geek that works for my mom.” I got up and ran upstairs.
“Oh…”
“What?”
“Well he’s at Tiffany’s.”
“What?!”
Tiffany was basically my biggest enemy. I could see us locked in battle for the rest of my life.
Bad Side: Oh you better get that bitch before she starts fucking Matt!
Not helping.
“Well, he said he was so upset he knew sleeping with her would make you angry.”
I threw open my closet and began to changed. “So there at her house?”
“Yep.” I hung up without saying goodbye and finished putting on my shirt. Then I dialed Matt’s number.
No answer so I left a message. “Matt don’t do it! I didn’t really cheat on you! Gosh why do you get so hot headed!”
I ran down the stairs and out the door. My car was in the shop so I was out of luck there. I began running down the sidewalk. Tiffany’s wasn’t that far away but I knew it was a lost cause.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” My feet were burning since I forget to putt shoes on.
Smart Side: You should probably run on the grass.
I jumped off the sidewalk and began to run on the side of people’s lawns.
Room! Room! I ignored the sound until it was right next to me. I turned to look at the jerk on the motorcycle.
Really? He was going to hit on me now?!
“Lela?” He parked and I saw him clearly.
“Mike?” I stopped. My heart was beating widely and I couldn’t catch my breath. “Shouldn’t you be in the hospital?”
“I’m fine. On pain pills so I can’t feel a thing.”
“Oh.” Should he really be driving?
“Lela why are you running? Is someone chasing you?” He looked back and my mind flashed back to the night he had found me running.
“No, I need to get to Tiffany Brodcaster’s house but my car is in the shop.”
“Tiffany’s? I was just going there. You heard she was having a party too?”
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I'm A Teenage Slut, Beast, Cheater, Girl (2nd book)
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