She's Insane

Chapter Eleven: Burn In Hell.

I stand up, glaring at the ass in front of me.

"Hello, Dallas." I growl.

"Kitten, is that the way you talk to your boyfriend?" He smirks.

"Ex. Ex-boyfriend. Dumping you was the best decision I'd ever made. And I devices to start eating M&Ms so that's saying a lot." I tell him before realising that I am conversing with the eneny.

"What do you want?" I ask, now scowling.

"You." He replied. I chuckled without humour.

"You had your chance dickwad, and you blew it." I said.

"C'mon kitten, you know you want me back." He said.

"Wow, all these years after I dumped you and you're still full of yourself." I shake my head.

He frowns," Years?" He asks." We broke up two months ago."

I shrug,"I must have forgotten,  guess you weren't special enough to remember." I say." Well I guess I should thak you, I gained twelve dollars. I totally called it." I add.

"You bet on us?" He asks.

"Of course I did, have you met me? I knew we wouldn't last because I am perfect and you are... Well... You're you, so I didn't really need much luck." I confess.

"I can't believe I dated a bitch like you." He said, probably hoping I'd feel it.

"Dude, I invented the word. Look up the word 'bitch' and you'd find me, oh, and while you're at it, also look up the words 'asshole', 'dickwad' and 'asswipe. You'd probably find your picture too."

"Whore." He sneered.

"Ouch," I put my hand on my chest, feigning hurt."I actually felt it, right in here." I put my hand in my jacket, before bringing it out, showing only my middle finger.

"Well, it wasn't nice knowing you. Burn in hell." I tell him, walking away.

I plop on my seating spot when I enter the cafeteria. Sighing, I reach into my bag, taking out a sandwich.

"I've decided to start eating healthy." I tell my friends.

Bella scoffs,"Then why are you eating a nutella sandwich?"

"Uh, because it's a sandwich." I say in a tone that makes what I'm saying sound like it makes sense but in a all honesty, I know it  doesn't.

"Just because it's a sandwich, it doesn't mean it's healthy." Sarah interjects.

"It's a sandwich,  sandwiches are healthy." I state, frowning.

"It depends on what is inside the sandwich." Bella said.

"What do you know? Youre just a Bella." I said.

"You seriously need therapy, or maybe you need to be put in a mental institution." Bella said.

We stood up, having finished our lunches and heading outside.

"Hmph." I said.

The girls started talking about something that I took no interest in. I stood up, mistakenly twisting my leg, causing me to fall as I whine in pain.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurts. I see blood, my life is flashing before my eyes, leave me. Save yourselves." I said, putting my hand over my face.

"What are you taking about? You twisted your leg and fell." Angel said.

"Yeah, and now I'm dying, try to keep up." I advise.

"Quit being melodramatic." Sarah sighs.

"I am not being melodramatic. I am never melodramatic." I state, crossing my arms over my chest.