The Confusing Chronicles of Kim Mesa

Chapter 5: Infiltration of my Virgin Heart and Mind

Kim's POV

Disclaimer: We do not support slut shaming, Low-Fat Blueberry Muffins, Le Vergin Cafe, and Lattes.

After I finished twerking which took all of one hundred and twenty seconds, I ran to my car as fast as I could. On the way out, I accidentally body slammed Linda. I didn't bother to help her up because I heard during me and Fernando's conversation, his mom said, "Fernando Lopez! Go to Le Vergin Cafe to pick up my Low-Fat Blueberry Muffin around 12:00. The doctor says I have to have one for my diet!". Therefore, after hearing that message, I decided to go spy on him during my lunch break. It was 11:30 and it took about half an hour to get there. I figured I could make it there at 12:00 if I tried, and I was right.

I saw Fernando when I got out of the car. I quickly jumped/tripped into the bushes in the hopes that he wouldn't notice me. He sat down at a table, waiting for someone to approach him. A cute blonde waitress came and kissed him. There was some whispering. I heard something about "babe" and "doing it" later. Their hands touched and caressed each other, and she pushed her body against his. Ew. What a ratchet slut. How could they do that in public? That's disgusting for one thing, and secondly that was my job. I was filled with anger and jealousy, so much that I jumped out of the bushes and spilled a leftover latte on the chick's head.

I was never that bold before. I would never pour a latte on someone. Regardless, I stood my ground. "Move, whore," I said, going to take the seat across from Fernando. "What the fuck?" She said, rage slowly building inside her blonde little head. I giggled. "Fernando, who is this bitch?" Fernando stuttered, choking on his words. I wasn't sure if I should be on his side, but so far he was the only guy who had shown interest in me, so for the time being I was taking this blonde bimbo down.

"Fernando is my boyfriend."

"What? Fernando? I can't believe you would date this chick over me. I'm not petite and ugly like this bitch."

"What did you say to me, you little cunt?"

"You're gonna regret ever saying that, you slutty, wanna-be asshole."

"Oh, you did not just say that," I fumed quietly. She crossed her arms, so naturally, I punched her in the face.

She squealed and kicked me in the shin. Luckily I quickly avoided her attack and grabbed her by the hair and I spun her around. I pulled her closer, and closer to the ground. She started scartchign me with her long whore nails, making me grip her hair with such force that I accidentally ripped some out. "Bitch I just got that dyed!" She spun her head wildly, attemping to break free. "You're not even a natural blonde? Fernando where did you find this cheap hoe?" Fernando was watching us fight with fear in his eyes. He didn't know what to do, standing and stuttering in a panicked way. The blonde bitch screamed harder, breaking free of my grip. She began running at me, but I just side-stepped, and she tripped on a crusty muffin and went flying into a trash can.

I dusted myself off, ignoring the fearful sounds coming from the customers who had gathered around Fernando and I. I felt a little dizzy, and the scratches on my arms and face burned like hell. Regardless, I turned to face Fernando.

"So Fernando, are we still gonna meet at your house?"

"Yup," he said shakily, shrugging and smiling. He was so innocent.

"Alright. See ya later!"

I went into my car and I started to drive back to school. I was right on time, and I picked up my class from lunch at 12:45 P.M. on the dot. The kids murmured about all the scratches and bruises when they saw me, but I didn't care. How could I? I beat that bitch up, and stayed classy while doing it. I won my dignity and proved my worth to that no good virgin bitch.... although I am one to talk.