Ride Or Die

Hillary

Hillary






Hillary, of course, plopped her small ass down right next to my fiance. I found it rude that first off, she was hitting on my boyfriend who was obviously taken. And second of all, we were only here due to the fact we were picking out the cake for OUR wedding. A part of me wanted to punch her in the face, but then another small part knew the results of that would be Jason blowing up in my face and basically telling me I am a jealous bitch. So, in short term, to save us from a fight, I kept my fucking mouth shut. And that, that was hard to do.
She clung to his arm as she leaned over more than nessasary and grabbed on of the napkins from the coffee table in front of us. She took it upon herself to whip the corner of Jason's lips with the napkin, taking off any left over pieces of fudge cake. I could feel the anger radiating from my body as I watch Jason not even attempt to push her off, he just chuckled in response. My heart was pounding outside my chest as I tried to shut my eyes and count to ten, the normal thing I did to cool myself off before blowing up.
'6..7..8..' I finished up the counting in my head, or at least I tried to until her fake laugh rang through the room. "Harry, you're a doll. It's a shame you're getting married, or I might just have to take you for myself." Almost instantly my eyes popped opened in disbelieif at the girl basically draping herself across Jason. "You can fucking go now," I stood from the couch and crossed my arms over my chest. Both their eyes shot up to me, hers were more like daggers and Jason just seemed confused more than anything. She gently rested the fork back down against the plate and smoothed out her much too tight mini skirt. She tried her very best to seem innocent, yet I wasn't taking her bullshit. "I'm sorry if I crossed the line," She began. I could practically see right through her little act. "--You did." I cut her of sternly.
"Paisley!" Jason snapped in my direction, pointing out the rudeness in my voice, but somehow I couldn't have cared less. I stood my ground and waited for Hillary to get her shit together. Just before I managed to usher her through the door, she slipped a piece of paper to my fiance. She shot him a wink and that's when I really got heated. Just as she was making her way to the door, I pulled her back by her hair and threw her to the ground. Without even realizing, I was on top of Hillary, punching in that pretty little face of hers. She got the worst of my right hook. She tried her best to swing back, but failed completely, only looking like an idiot with swaying arms.
I could have continued the fight, but Jason's arms slipped around my waist and lifted me from the girl, "Paisley. Leave now." He held the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger in frustration. My eyes were shocked, I could tell, as I motioned to the girl on the floor, "That slut was all over you Jason." Hillary was now rolling on the ground, moaning in pain, with each moan only came a sense of satisfaction for myself. Jason shot his hand into the air as if to tell me to stop talking, he pointed to the door. "Of course, have fun with your whore." I muttered, trying to hide the cracking in my voice.
What in the fuck just happened.