The Bad Girl's a Virgin✓

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After a few  hours, I got home, called a lyft. Then I called Joel to bring my car home from Zoey's house. I still had Zoey blood on me from hiding her. It was so really I could see her laying in my arms looking like the life already left her body.

As soon as I reached home I took off my close and headed into the shower. My mouth was probably out on one of her escapades again. So I'm left her in the silence, to have terrible flashbacks? I don't think so.

After my bath I dressed and headed straight downstairs to my mother's liquor cabinet. I took out a bottle of 1989 single malt scotch from it a longer with a short wide class. I poured some for myself and drank it all in one shot, then I poured some more. I was going to get waisted, just to forget, my mother is probably ground me for a lifetime but fuck her, my friend almost died, and I witnessed it, so here goes my sorrows, drowned all the way down to the last bit of this scotch.

About on my fourth glasses of scotch my phone rang, yes, I was sober enough to answer it, I was barely buzzed.

"Oh my gosh Zana! Do you want to know what I heard from my friend, who has another friend, who know this guy who has a friend, that know this dude who works at a gas station in Sunroof!"

I shook my head passing my two fingers on my nose.

"What did you heard Zada," I asked taking a sip of stinging alcohol.

"Well Diana, was in that very gas station getting gas. The guy heard her taking over the phone, a-about a hit, how the revenge was successful, how they'll  never be the same again."

The grip on my phone tightened my palms began to sweat. Of course! That bitch Diana! I knew she had a hand in this! This the last straw! I'm going to pay that ugly, cheap, sluty, knock off barbie doll "bad girl" a visit.

"Zana? Are you there? I think Diana has--"

I hung up and just let the the phone slip from hands. I had a pool of unswallowed scotch in my mouth. It stayed there until I got most of my composer back. I swallowed it then I got up from my sit, looks like I'm staying home today.

I got dressed in my most badass outfit I owned, I waited for Joel to arrive in the driveway. He was taking sometime, then again I was quite impatient. I needed to get to her, and strangle the life out of her.

After quite sometime, I caught sight of Joel coming down the block. I ran out to meet him in the street as he pulled up. He came out of the car and I embraced him. He didn't look like his, jovial, quirky, self. He reeked of pity and alcohol. My heart sunk, I felt for him. I didn't need words to comfort him. We knew each other too well.

"So where are you headed," he asks breathing out stranded.

I closed my eyes trying to get my mind from to stop racing back to the image of Zoey sprawled out on that couch bleeding out. Yet still I found my trend of thought and answered him.

"Well Jeol, I'm going to take down the son of a bitch who did this, starting with his compadre, Diana."

Joel's eyes increased in size as soon as Diana's name was mentioned.

"Diana's a part of this?" he asks barely enunciating his words.

I shook my head slowly and solemnly. He immediately understood. He broke eye contact with me, turning to his car, he pounded on the hood with his fist, so hard that it left a small dent on the top.

"How could Diana do this?! That's a bit fucking much isn't it."

I didn't want to touch him, he get's really serious with these things. He'd probably knock me out, not that I couldn't handle a punch. So instead I just breathed in and tried to calm him down.

"Joel, you need to calm down, we need to confront Diana and teach her a lesson."

He breathed out slowly turning back to me.