The Bad Girl and The Good Boy

Chapter Thirteen: Escape

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Melissa

I gave the bitch a cold, menacing glare. She and her phoney little friends stood by the doorway, smirking at me with their stubby little hands on their hips. I scoffed, who did they think they were?

"If you're just going to stand there with your stubby little hands on your hips and a grimace on your face, I suggest you go do something more productive." I said, smirking. The bitch and her goons stared at me, blinking idiotically.

"We are doing something productive. Making you uncomfortable." The Bitch said. I scoffed.

"If you mean me shooting insults at you then yeah I'm totally uncomfortable." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Now please, get your fat asses out of here. "

"Excuse me! Do you know who you're talking to?" The Bitch screeched.

"Yeah. I know who you are. Heather Jones. Seventeen years old, 163cm, (5"5). Dating Dylan Rayne, having an affair with Cole Grayson-"

"You're cheating on my brother?" Olivia screeched.

"N-no I'm not!" Heather said, staring at one of her goons in horror.

"She is." I said, smirking. This is interesting.

"You bitch!" Olivia screeched and slapped Heather and stormed out of the room.

The other goon just shrugged and started texting on her phone.

"Oh, forgot to mention this but Heather's had seven abortions." I said.

Heather let out a screech of frustration and threw me a glare. Her scowl dissolved and formed into a smirk.

"Oh, I forgot to mention but I'm friends with your pretty little friend, oh wait, he ditched your sorry ass. Jordan Williams is mine, back off!" She said, smirking at me. I clenched my fists. I was mad. Mad at Heather for provoking me. Mad at Jordan for becoming friends with 'The Bitch' shortly after our little 'cutting ties' session. But I was mainly mad at myself. Mad at myself for fucking everything up. For being a bipolar bitch. For being someone who never knew what she truly wanted.

"Toodles!" Heather said and sashayed out of the room. I only growled. Her remaining goon shuffled out the door.

I buried my face in my hands.

I don't know what to do. I sighed as scalding tears ran down my face. What do I? If Charlie was here, he'd scold me for being stupid and then tell me what to do. Dad would laugh and tease me for caring for someone, saying I was always inconsiderate of other people's feelings.

Looks like it's time for me to shine.

Ah, the beloved inner voice.

Hello! It's me!

I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet. To go over. Everything.