You'll Be The Death Of Me

Madison Montgomery

I can't believe my dumb-ass parents moved me from mother fucking California to here. This shithole of a town with ONE high school and skanky, trampy kids who probably have overdosed on drugs every day of their pathetic lives.

I mean... sounds harsh, but lets face the facts; probably true.

So, in a boring glum town like this, there's nothing more that Madison Montgomery would want then to find something interesting. And, boy, did I.

First day of shitty high school, and I immediately find a scruffy, gorgeous male species with dark eyes that remind me of drops of chocolate, leaning casually on a brick wall.

Don't take that wrongly. I'm not in love with him. He is just one of the most interesting thing I have found in this school. And, maybe... possibley... this interesting boy will accept my flirtations and have sex with me on one drunken night. And hey, after that, we can continuously fuck without any complications of a relationship blooming.

However, when I find myself flirting in front of him, he isn't interested.

"Hey there, cutie." I say, swishing my hair behind my shoulders.

"Bye." he says shortly, attempting to push past - but Madison Montgomery won't take no for an answer. Well, in this case, Madison Montgomery won't take bye for an answer.

"I'm Madison Montgomery." I say, putting a pout on to see if he'll notice my cheekbones.

"That's nice." he scowls and then pushes past me, succeeding.

My eyes squint into a death glare, then I turn around watching him walk away. I lean on one side, popping out one hip.

"You gonna tell me yours, asshole?" I call after him.

He stops walking, turns and smirks.

"Tate." he says, then walks up to some cool, hippy kinda girl and kisses her passionately.

Gee, if he doesn't know her then I think I may have a chance. Plus, that smirk was to die for.

Shame, it must be his girlfriend. He puts his arm around her waist and walks away.

I can't help but find myself looking down sadly. Normally, that rich posh girl called Madison Montgomery would never admit to her true feelings. Her feelings are literally covered in layers of make-up to make her feel pretty and accepted into her posh, glamorous family. But watching Tate and the cool hippy girl passionately share a kiss just reminds me of when I once had that. Before all the heartbreak, before I became a slut, before I was sad.

I strut to lesson, and find myself dabbing a way a tear. Don't want to ruin my make-up now, do I?

*

At lunch, I find the couple and trot over to where they are giggling and kissing each others neck.

"Well, I hate to ruin this lovely moment. " I announce, sitting cross-legged in front of the bench they both sit on.

"This must be the famous Madison Montgomery." the girl says, chuckling, and holding her hand out in a mock-posh way. I play along.

"It certainly is. And you are?" I ask in a fake British accent, and take her hand, shaking briefly.

"Violet." Violet then chooses that moment to look deep into Tate's eyes. I feel that strong urge of envy watching this before me. I swallow, clearing my throat; they both look at me again.

"So, anyway... I'm going to some party this Friday. You two look kinda cool. So, er, you're both invited. Be there at 11." I feel my confidence lowering and I hate it when that happens. I'm meant to be the pretty, confident girl but sometimes it's hard. Sometimes I really fucking hate being this person I don't even want to fucking be.

"Cool. We'll be there." Violet grins, looking back at Tate and pecking him on the lips.

"Where is it?" Tate asks, avoiding my gaze. What's his problem with me? His girlfriend seems fine with me.

"Blackwood Avenue, number 21 - it's a frat party. You probably won't know anyone because they're mainly from outta this shithole of a town and plus, you're both so unpopular." I smile, then turn and strut away.

One things for sure, if Tate turns up to this frat party Friday night, whether he arrives with Violet or not, me and him are going to have some alone time.