LowLife | little devil

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~Melanie

I twisted my hair around my finger, sucking on a cherry lollipop and skipping down the hallway. It was around 8:00pm, everyone was at dinner. I was feeling rebellious with a dash of destructive and a hint of insanity. I adjusted my black shorts and played with the hem of my cropped pink shirt as I slowed my pace. It was a bright purple door, the numbers 41 in a bright, polished gold. I tried opening it, locked. I giggled to myself, as if that was gonna stop me. 

I pulled out the same bobby pin I'd used a few hours ago and shoved it in the lock. In less than a few seconds, I'd unlocked it. See, people have always taken me for granted, think I'm just some stupid crybaby. Boy were they wrong.

flashback

"You can't do shit you dumb crybaby." chuckled Chuck, or As I referred to him, alphabet boy.

"Oh really? You think I don't know anything?" I laughed, walking towards him and getting right up in his face. Our faces were centimetres away.

"W-What the hell are you doing." He stuttered and swallowed dryly.

I chuckled before letting my small fist push him to the ground, hitting him right in the throat. I smiled in satisfaction as he chocked on sand in the sand pit. I skipped over to a bench in the middle of the playground and banged a stick against the metal, getting all the other school kids attention.

"Attention fellow bitchs! I'd thought you like to know that Alphabet boy, yes the boy chocking on sand over there. Pissed himself in front of a giant crowd about a month ago because he got his ice-cream snatched off of him and got scarwed of the old man." I said pointing and pouting.

"That's all! enjoy the rest of your dumb mindless play." I smiled as everyone broke out in laughter.

I jumped over to the boy as he blushed, still laying in the sandbox.

"Fuck all your ABC's alphabet boy, Im not a little kid now. Your think your smarter than me? Your just the petty prince of the playground." I smiled widely before skipping over to my baby pink bike and riding away.

End of Flashback.

I giggled as I walked into the living room, where I was met with The strong smell of cigarettes and beer. I shook my head as I closed the door behind me. I walked over to his black, shiny fridge and opened it. The entire bottom shelf full of alcohol and champagnes of all sorts. I shrugged and slammed it shut.

I waltzed over to his black leather couch and brushed my fingers along it, laughing lightly at his leopard print blanket. I looked around, an ashtray on the coffee table, one of the cigarettes still creating smoke as it sat there carelessly. 

Then I heard a deep chuckle from behind me. I spun around on my heel, meeting Brendon's smiling face, his hands in his pockets.

"Sorry I didn't clean up, I wasn't expecting anyone to break in." He smirked, folding the blanket and placing in back down on the couch.

"Yeah, your a shit cleaner." I sassed, crossing my arms.

"Your a shit robber." He smiled, lounging back in the couch.

"I wasn't gonna steal anything, Im not you." I said, squinting my eyes at him.

He picked up the cigarette and let it dangle out his mouth.

"How'd ya die dollface?" He said, holding the cigarette up with his long bony fingers.

"Murdered. You?" I said emotionlessly.

"I died from a heart attack. Know why? He said, pushing the cancerstick into the ashtray.

"why."

"I saw you." He winked.

"Oh dear god, spare me." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Awe come on beautiful, Im in love with the shape of you." He said gesturing to my body.

"Please, I don't feel like throwing up right now." 

"Your handmade for someone like me." He said, smirking.

"Im leaving." I smiled, walking towards the door.

I grasped the handle but stopped when I felt warm arms wrap around my waist from behind. I stayed still, chills running all threw me.

"Why don't you stay, take a couple shots with me?"

I turned around And stared at him in disgust.

"You think I'm a true whore don't you?" I smiled.

"No, Poppy thinks your a sweetheart, tyler thinks your trustworthy, which he never trusts anyone. Lana and Troye think you should be in heaven instead of here. But me, I think I've got you all figured out." He said, pushing the door closed and getting really close.

"Your a psycho bitch, a real wild card. A little devil." He said, getting closer and closer to my face.

I launched my foot into his sensitive area, making him fall back onto his dirty carpet.

"Nice try asswipe." I smirked, walking out of the room, swaying my hips and dancing down the hallway as I made my way to Poppy's apartment.


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