The Marine's Angel~

Chapter 17:

Hi guys.

So I moved. Thank Fuck. It was so much work and ten times more stressful than the workload. Anyway, enjoy the chapter. Hopefully it's not too crappy. I wrote the second half in a hurry, lol.

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Exams started.

I was freaking the fûck out.

Finals on top of that!

To add a cherry to that, Kaylee was fucking with my head real nicely. I had heard  multiple sex stories by now. And who were the main characters? YOu got it!

Damon Kaylee!

She told me they made a sex tape together.

I believed it 45%.

But I knew better. I also asked Damon, and he pointed out that if they had made one, Kaylee would've shown it to me by now and would've rubbed in my face.

He had a point.

I mentioned it to Missy at lunch today.

"WOAH, IN REAL LIFE? FOR REAL?" She exclaimed.

"Shhhh" I shushed her. "Yes, in real." I rolled my eyes. " I hate her, you need to hate her too." I pouted like  kid.

Missy laughed with amusement. "You look so cute when you're frustrated. But how bout this, I'll talk to her. Yes?"

"Oo-kay..but don't mess it up." I pouted even more. "I'm stressing, Missy. I have an exam an hour after lunch."

"Oh shit, Ella. You ready?"

"Yeah, I think I'm all ready. Hey, my last exam is on my birthday. Think Damon will remember?"

Missy swallowed her chicken before answering. "He better. But then again, guys are shit at remembering birthdays, so don't keep your hopes up. Remember Matt forgot my birthday and yours? " She laughed sourly.

I nodded as I thought back.

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Matthew was Missy's ex boyfriend. 

No, she wasn't the kind of girl to have crushes on guys, but this ONE particular boy; she had a crush on since the 1st grade. Frankly, I never saw what she saw in him, but I trusted her judgment. Mr. Matt finally asked her out on a date back in junior year. They dated for an year before Missy found out the truth about him.

Well, before she CHOSE to believe the truth about him.

Matt was a jerk, who only dated Missy to add her to his list of "do's and don't's." I had heard rumors about his game, and warned her. But the typical, "you're just jealous of me" fight ensued and I let it be, because it genuinely looked like he liked her.  

I was wrong.

She was wrong.

My beloved friend found her boyfriend kissing some red-head college whore at...guess where.

Yeah, behind the school.

 Another cliche. But some cliches happen. 

She confronted him, and his response was, "Why do you care? She's my girlfriend." 

To Missy. Without knowing who he was talking to. 

 His excuse was that he hadn't seen Missy before answering her. So when he turned around to look at the questioner...yup. Just imagine the look of horror on his vile face.