"What the fuck!" I yelled, my voice still hoarse from my previous sleeping. Andrew and Sandra were both in the kitchen, Andrew was in a standing position and Sandra was holding his-thing and I couldn't just control my breathing, I shook my head, my hand froze onto the door handle. Things like these were only seen on the Porn Andrew had to always force us to watch. Sandra's eyes widened in surprise when she heard me yell, she grabbed her shirt from her counter to cover her body from my eyes. Andrew just stood froze on the spot.
He had been caught.
I blinked rapidly a few times, my heart starting to race and my face reddening in irritation as I saw white liquid drop on the floor. I inhaled, it wasn't time for me to become angry. Walking into the kitchen, stepping on all of the blue tiles that lay on the floor I made my way to the bar stool that stood, waiting for me to rest my ass on it. I saw Andrew's body relax, hearing the zipper, I rolled my eyes. "When did this start?" I asked, my voice shaky.
No one answered, the dryer's rhythm soaring throughout the room. "At...the p-party." Sandra answered, I looked at her to find her pink top sticking onto her chest, she stood up and walked towards the sink to wash her nasty hands.
Andrew just smirked, loosing his previous shock and plopped himself on the bar stool opposite me. "Hey Andrew! Get off the stool, it's an Eichholtz Lancaster Bar Stool Ivory you know!" Sandra yelled at Andrew whilst washing her hand ferociously with soap. "Can't you easily get a new one?"
"Stop changing the subject!" I shouted, Sandra flinched and stood near the sink. "Why did it happen guys, you guys are...best friends? It's too soon!" I raised my voice, unaware of the clicking of the door. I shook my head, this shouldn't have been happening! Best friends stay best friends, no Best Friends With Benefits are allowed, I take no support in this! My anger was rising. "W-well we lov-like each other Bee." Andrew strummed his fingers on the table, no telling were else he strummed.
"Well I do not accept this, change or the relationship 'Best Friends' is over. Do you guys know that we are not allowed friends with benefits!" It was all coming to me now whilst my face was fuming red like a red button, that must have been why Sandra was upset when that girl came to the table to 'talk' to Andrew...that must have been why Andrew wanted to talk to her alone. Those were the only evidences I had received. I should be furious, and I am.
"Then we want the Best Friends thing to end!" Andrew said at the same time Sandra said: "Let's think about this okay!"
Think about this my ass.
Sandra glared at Andrew, placing her hand under her chin. "Betty, just think about this first okay? Please," She begged me, her eyes begging to water with tears; but me knowing her so well knew that they were absolutely fake.
"For fucksake can you stop! Shut the Hell up! How the hell did you think I was going to find out? Or at least hope? We are 'BEST FRIENDS' for goodnessake! Or am i the fucking third wheel here? Huh? Y'all see what I'm saying? Am I? Don't fucking play crap with me 'cos i'm not going to play that game! Few days ago, or was it just yesterday or today, my 'BEST FRIEND' was helping me overcome my 'paralysis' and just as she told me to sleep in her fucking rich bed, i wake up and come to see her fucking my other 'best friend'! What the fuck! I should have fucking known! Sandra, suck my fucking imaginary dick if you want to 'think about it'. Y'all fucked up!" I pulled my hands through my hair roughly, I was so sure that I looked like a hairy expired tomato right now.
Taking a deep breath and staring at the silence before me I shook my head and walked out of the room, rushing up to Sandra's bedroom and taking a black top, with black and white Adidas jogging bottoms. I grabbed a pair of white air forces, tied my hair in a rough bun and shoved some of my books in my bag pack, along with my football and mobile phone etc.
I was frustrated of people being rude to me, along with betraying me or...just being plain annoying!
I'm really just a sad motherfucking Tomboy...
God no i'm not going to cut myself! No, instead i'll get my revenge, no one messes with me and get's away with it.
No one...
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The Bad Boy And The Tomboy
Teen Fiction"The Bad Boy and The Tomboy." Isn't that such a cliche name for a cliche book? Yes? No? If no then you obviously have not read enough cliche books, sadly... *** "Betty, good luck with your test." I looked over to Kai's side to see him staring at me...
