I Won't Bite.... Unless You Want Me Too

Chapter 3

I’m such a  slut. I thought to myslef as I entered my home. I was so busy I din’t even pay  attention to the fact my mom was passed out on the couch.

I’m now living up to my name in this town.  The whore.The worse part is I wanted it to happened, I liked the feeling.  I felt my eyes water. Why did I let him do that? I should’ve said no, know I bet he thinks I just an easy whore who’d let him do that to me anytime he pleases.

Gosh I wish I had a phone so I could call Beauty and tell her! But since my mom thinks I don’t deserve a phone or a laptop, I’m stuck at home sulking in slef pitty.

I wiped my eyes as I laid down on my bed. What am I going to do? I can’t avoid him, the schools way to small to be avoiding anybody.

I groaned internally. What am I going to do!

I cried myself to sleep that night, not knowing what was instore for me tommarow.

I opened my eyes to see that my alarm clock didn’t go off and that I was 30 minites late to school.

“Dang it!”I yelled as I hopped up throwing on clothes  and brushing my hair. It took me atleast 15 minutes to get ready. So now I was 45 minutes late.

Just my luck…

By the time I made it to school because of the walking I already missed a full period of class. When I made It to my locker Beauty was already there.

“Hey girlie. I looked for you earlier, where were you? You normally don’t skip.’She bombarded me.

I huffed and  opened my locker.”Long story.’I said.

“Someones a little grumpy.’She teased. Leaning, her beautiful hair falling across her shoulder.

Sometimes I wish I looked like her than my boring old self. I was so plain compared to her. Why are we friends again?

“You don’t know the half of it. My mom didn’t even wake me up this morning. She was still passed out on the couch.”I said. She frowned. Unlike allot of people she knows about my home life and how my mom is a feirce achoholic.

“Well maybe you should sleep over tonight?’She asked, looking hopeful. I knew what she was planning. Whenever I sleep over her house she always tries to give me a make over. She keep saying it was ‘well over due’.

Although she says it’s not an insult, it still hurts my feelings some. No one can look as perfect as her.

“I don’t know.”

“Come on, please! I won’t even give you a make-over. Pleaseeeeee! She begged me.

I sighed.”Ok.”

She did a happy dance as the minute bell rang in the halls. Time for class. As I walked to class, I stopped and saw Sebastian staring at me, by the door I was supposed to be entering to get to class. I groaned.