Nights Awake With Porter

(4) Satan's Sluts

Girls are vicious. Those five might as well be heartless robots. I wanted to pound their faces in. Especially that one with pretty dark brown hair; she was the devil. Oh, and don't even get me started about the one that held my leg, she was awful.

Satan's Sluts, I scoffed rubbing my shin, that's what I'm going to call them.

The bruises on my shins were forming and turning blue. Seriously, that one chick was strong. Who knew someone so small could be that hurtful. I hate to admit it, but I was impressed. In that totally pissed off way, I wanted to pound her shins and see how she liked it...

Sweat beaded onto my forehead, and my armpits felt like they were on fire. It felt like sweat was pouring from my hairline all the way down my back. And to make it worse, the black leather of the vehicle was absorbing the sun that radiated in through the tinted window. The windows are tinted for a reason, to make it less hot! They need to freaking do their job.

"Sun, sun go away come back another day," I mumbled, backhanding the sweat off my forehead. I felt nauseous. I glanced back at the school to see if anyone coming outside or going in, but it was deserted. Puddles of perspire dampened my lower back. I could only think of one thing to do.

Get naked: in the back of Porter's car.

Shit, I was desperate.

(Three Hours Before)

"So then Drew told Emma that he thought that they should break up, and she was totally crushed! I had to spend the night at her house last night. I can't believe he did that to her!" Angie was currently spitting out word vomit about some drama she heard, but I wasn't really paying attention. "I mean, I'm kind of feeling like the whole thing is my fault. I did sort of set them up..."

Across the lot Porter and Matthew were in a heated conversation. I really wanted to go listen in, but that would be weird. Everyone would think I was a huge stalker. Ever since he gave me a ride yesterday people have been giving me weird looks. Like I was the new girl, I even had one kid ask me when I moved here! I've lived here my whole fluffing life and no one even realized I was alive until Porter. I huffed, but kept my eyes on Porter. A crowd of people started to circle around them and I was tempted to walk over; very tempted.

"She balled when she was on the toilet! On the toilet! Can you believe that?!"

Porter was clenching up his fists, and Matt was pushing his chest out threateningly. Whatever they were talking about had to be way intense, because Porter looked like he could kill. His red bloodshot tired eyes stared at Matt who was yelling back with just as much force. Porter looked tired, and it was super obvious. I don't think he went to bed at all, I woke up at four and he was still awake. Matt shoved Porter who fell back onto his car causing my heart to speed up. Matt was built he could knock Porter out with one punch.

"Yeah, by the way, I'm totally a lesbian."

Lesbian?

I blinked my eyes and refocused on Angie. Her eyebrows were pulled up staring at me accusingly. I felt bad about not listening, but I couldn't help it. I needed to talk to Porter. I needed an explanation about last night. I looked back to Porter but he was being restrained by some other guy. Matt was clenching his bloody nose. So Porter did have an aggressive side, is it just me or does that make him a little sexy?

Woah hey there, scratch that; removing it from my mind.

"You're here," Angie sighed. "But your mind is somewhere else."

"I know I'm sorry." I mumbled, looking away from the fight and bringing my hand up to my neck, straining to see over the crowd. "I'm just really distracted."