Once Upon A Slap

(9) I'm a Deflowered Virgin Bitch. Say What?

Of course, the party had been a total bust; Cameron wasn't even there. Also, there was no music because the speakers were broken.

All in all? This was a total waste of my time.

Therefore, after downing a few drinks, Rexie and I decided it was time to leave. Apparently, so did everybody else. There literally was no life to this party. Although, I couldn't help but feel bad for the host because this was downright embarrassing.

That, my friends, is how I spent the rest of my night devising another plan to show Cameron that I am a confident individual and that I don't need his pity.

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"Hey, Cammy." I cooed, fluttering my eyelashes.

I said Cammy because I knew it would bother him. It was also a way to show him that I'm not afraid of him, whatsoever. He can take his threats and shove them right up his ass.

"What the hell?" Cameron's jaw went slack as he gave me a once over. His eyes trailed down my body and I felt my mouth go dry but I ignored my nerves.

I winked seductively. At least, what I thought to be seductively. I wouldn't be surprised if I looked like I had a twitch in my eye. Wolf whistles came from the surrounding tables of boys. I made a point to smile in a general direction of some very loud boys. This was going to be fun.

You see, our school isn't that big; when somebody is dressed the way I am, they get complete attention from everyone.

"What are you doing tonight, babe?" I giggled and twirled my fingers, while plopping down onto his lap, making sure to dig my recently manicured fingernails into his legs discreetly.

"Cameron's going to get some tonight." Another boy shouted, in between the whistles of others.

"What are you doing?" Cameron tried glaring at me, but I could see his pupils dilating. He still looked on, confused. As I settled into his lap, I felt a bulge and I resisted a small gasp.

Men and their dicks always getting in the way.

I ignored his surprised stare and made myself comfortable in his lap. Of course, in order for me to be comfortable, he would have to be uncomfortable.

"I had fun last night. We should do it again tonight." I bat my eyelashes again, while trying to make sexy eyes. I bit my lip, hoping it would seem attractive. The whistles grew louder, so I must've been doing something right.

"Excuse me?" Cameron searched my face, for a clue that said that I was simply joking.

I didn't get a 95 in drama for screwing the drama teacher like you probably did, asshole.

Nevertheless, I kept my tone of voice even, my face completely blank and unreadable.

I channelled all of my inner Nicki Minaj.

May the spirit of Nicki be with me.

I made sure to be extra loud this time, although that wasn't needed. The cafeteria was pin drop silent, everyone's eyes on the fiasco before them.

"We should do it again sometime. Although, only after you get rid of that nasty STD of yours and also get rid of that pregnant girl keying after you. What was her name again, darling? Emily?" I posed a fake name and spoke with as much sincerity as I could muster.

What? He threatened to get revenge and instigated that he would 'ruin my social life.' I think he had it coming. Not to mention the fact that he started the rumour in the first place, saying that I slept with him. I'm just turning up the heat.