The Bad Ones

Adrian

The liars tongue fights for dominance

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Her words repeated over and over again in my head. They made me sick and happy all at once. I was scared. I shouldn't be phased by this. I'm never phased by this. Girls tell me they love me all the time and it means nothing. This time is different and it can't be different. I can't let myself fucking loose who I am because of her. This is why I don't fuck with love. It ruins shit. It ruins good sex. It was best to cut off ties with her. Forget her and let her go. I didn't need her. I had other girls. I had her best friend.

This was me. This was Adrian. This is what I did. I would not change.

A few minutes later she send me the picture and I smirked staring at it. I won. I didn't want this picture just to sit and stare. I wanted this picture to send to every single person in our school. The bitch deserved it. She was washed up druggie and I knew it would piss Elodie off. I knew it would make her hate. Make her stay away from me. Make her repulsed by my existence. I don't want commitment. I don't want a relationship. I don't want her love. I don't want any of it. I just want a good fuck. That's it. No emotional attachment.

"What's wrong, mate?"

"Nothing much. Just dropped a bitch and received a nude from her best friend." I answer casually/

His eyes widen and he looks repulsed by my actions.

Hopefully Elodie's reaction.

"Who?" He asks.

"Elodie and Carson."

He no longer looks repulse. He looks angry.

"You're not going to do anything with that picture, are you?" He asks with concern.

Already did.

"What did you do?"

"Sent to everyone in my contacts. Basically the whole fucking school." I reply laughing at my own evil.

"You are a fucking bitch."

With that, he walked away. I smirked my signature smirk before slamming my car door shut and driving away.

I was becoming myself again.

****

One word to describe my morning:

Anticipation.

Another day filled with waiting and fucking one another over. After sending that picture out, I had no idea what the fuck happened with Carson. Did I give a fuck? Probably not. I was done with that bitch just like Elodie. I wanted nothing to do with them anymore. Girls were like tissues, once you're done with them you throw them away. I was sure in the hell done with them. I wanted it to be over with. The second guessing myself and the nonstop
proving to be the image I put out there. I didn't need to do that after the release of Carson's mosquito bites and loose vagina.

"How could you do this?"

I smirked turning towards the voice. Carson was standing on the other side of the hallway. She had tears rolling down her porcelain cheeks gripping her sweater. She was angry but, completely ruined.

"What exactly are you talking about?" I ask playing it off as if I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Don't play that game with me, Adrian. You know damn well what in talking about." She says moving a few steps from where she had been standing.