The Ex

Chapter One

I need a motherfucking beer.

"You, stupid son of a bitch," I glared at the girl who looked like an owl now as she watched me with wide eyes.

I looked at her from head to toe.

Crop top, mini skirt, high socks and high ponytail. Probably a bitch of a cheerleader. It's a party for the win of cheerleaders after all.

"Get me a goddamn beer," I said firmly.

"W-what?" She stuttered, fear and recognition was evident on her eyes.

Who wouldn't recognize me? I'm the school's football star quarterback's sister and the drop dead gorgeous ex of the Basketball team's captain.

And who wouldn't fear me when everybody know ruining life is just a half of I'm capable of doing?

"Do I have to repeat myself?" I smiled sweetly, which made her more nervous. Its pretty obvious, she's actually trembling. What the hell?

I heard a chuckle and I rolled my eyes but I didn't look back. Pretty sure its Jenna. She's just the one who have the nerve to laugh at me even when I'm pissed. I like her for that, though. That's why she's my only girl friend. Well, fuck.

"What, are you going to gawk all day? Get her a beer, pussy. That is, if you want to go home without a scratch on that ugly face." She laughed.

I whipped my head and I saw a tall, bronze skinned, silver-white haired bitch, Jenna. She actually looked like a bitch badass. But I know she's far from that. She may be a badass sometimes, she may be flirt most of the time but, who's not like that? Everyone is a fucking whore. Some are tamed, though. Even when she's like that, she has a good heart and I don't know why she's putting up with me. Well, I'm pretty fucked up.

She flashed me a wicked smile.

The bitch run to get me a beer. What, isn't she trying not to pee on her pants? Coward.

But good girl. I'm getting sick of her face. Is it even possible to hate someone you don't even know?

"What's the hold up?" Jenna asked.

"Just saw a motherfucker and a slut making out," I growled, almost exploding.

Jenna laughed boisterously. "Lemme guess, motherfucker is the asshole of an ex and his another bimbo," she said it like she knew it is the only thing that makes me mad like this.

"I sometimes wonder if you have a fortuneteller gene," I snickered.

Her smile faded. "Fuck you, bitch,"

"What the hell are they doing here?" I deadpanned.

"Oh the fuckers? I don't know. Its a high school party, and as far as I know, United States is a free country,"

"I need to loosen up,"

"I heard Dale already left," she shrugged.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the mention of the name.

Just name. How silly that when we're feeling something towards someone, even their name affect us.

And the 'something' I'm talking about? Its hatred.

The bitch handed me the beer with shaky hands. I grab it and turned to Jenna again.

"He left his slut?" I deadpanned.

Jenna chuckled. "Gosh, bitch! Chill out! Stop being so obvious that you're jealous!"

I glared at her and she smirked at me.