Rejected By My Mate

8

Today I decided I would blow off school. And by I decided, I mean that I was completely in no way manipulated into skipping school by my badboy last night while I was in werewolf form ripping out hearts and eating them and such.

He wanted to go to the beach so that we could smoke marijuana on public property and go surf boarding.

I made sure I told daddy our plans so that he would hide this from my mom. "Peaches, are you becoming a rebellious badgirl?" he asked. I nodded.

We fist bumped, he gave me an irresponsible parent smile and sent me off. I got into the Lamborghini, where Rider James had the surfboards stuffed into my seat. "Babe," I whined. "Where am I supposed to sit?"

"I'm making your stupid protagonist life harder. You get to ride on the roof." he said, shrugging and passing me some bungee cord.

"Oh," I said. "Okay." I climbed onto the roof of the Lamborghini and strapped myself down with the bungee cord. I wasn't completely steady when he peeled out of the driveway.

So I flew off the roof and hit my ugly face on the ground. Instead of sitting up to pretend I was okay, I laid on the ground crying and having a tantrum. Unsympathetic, Rider James drove away and left me on the ground.

That sexy, sexy asshole!

And, being a generic teen fiction protagonist I didn't bother getting up all day. Instead I stayed on the ground throwing a fit and yelling about how hard my life is. Why was no one rushing to my aid to pamper me and make sure I was okay?

I spent the entire day in that driveway waiting to have myself catered to. For some reason no one came.

Hours later, Rider James came back. He looked at me a few times, jabbed my side with his foot and grunted. "Why are you still laying here?"

"I'm waiting for someone to come babysit and poopoo me. Jesus." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm not doing that." he shrugged. "And also I was in a big orgy of girls at the beach." he added as an after thought.