My Heart Beats For You

Fights, Fights and More Fights (11)

If I said I felt bad, I would be lying. As soon as I punched her I started grinning. Mel gasped and then high-fived me.

"Are you crazy?!" Vinny screeched. Wait, that is her name, right? 

Anyway, whatshername ran forward and helped her up. Tiffany was clutching her nose and there was blood everywhere. 

"Whoa! You punched her really hard," Mel laughed. I nodded, still grinning. 

"Let's get out of here," Tiffany sobbed. Whatshername nodded and helped Tiffany out the door. 

"So much for having a sleepover," I shrugged. 

"It's not like we wanted them here anyways," Mel said. She closed the door and then we walked to the home-theatre. 

I put on The Conjuring and we cuddled on the couch. It was really fun. 

Somewhere around three am the next morning, we fell off to sleep. We had much more fun than we would have had if the two sluts were there. They would have wanted to fangirl over One Direction and Justin Bieber. Ew. 

I wondered why Sam was dating her. I mean, I'm sure if he knew how much she despised our taste in music, he would have dumped her fake ass. 

Her saying that I was ugly isn't what made me punch her, it was her telling me that my taste in music was shitty. You can insult me in anyway, but say something bad about my music and I hope you have a nice time in hell. 

"Lyra," someone was frantically shaking me. I opened my eyes. It was Mel. 

"What?" I groaned. 

"The boys are here," she announced. I sat up and looked down at what I was wearing. My pj's, Mel was also in hers. Looks like we'll be talking to them like this. I probably looked like crap, but whatever. 

I walked upstairs and into the kitchen. They were waiting there for me. Alex, Pierce, Jace and Seth looked like they were trying not to laugh. Sam looked extremely pissed. 

"Lyra," he said between clenched teeth. I looked at him and smiled innocently. 

"Sam?"

"Are you fucking crazy," he asked. 

"Maybe," I shrugged. He started massaging his temples.

"Why on earth would you punch Tiffany?!" he demanded. 

"She insulted our taste in music," Mel said in a bored tone. 

"Just because she listens to that crap doesn't mean that I have to take shit from her. If she cant keep her opinions to herself then she can just fuck off," I said simply. Why was he standing up for her? It didn't make any sense. 

If he had at least found a nice girl, I would have been okay with it, but he had to find the sluttiest person in the history of ever. 

"Why would you just give her a chance?" he asked. 

"Because she's a fucking slut, Samson." Shit was getting real. I had used his full name. 

"Don't use my full name," he said between clenched teeth. 

"I can do whatever the hell I want. You don't own me."

"Tiffany's right, I shouldn't be friends with you. You really are just a bitch." I froze. So did everyone else in the room. If somebody dropped a pin, you would be able to here it. 

I think the other's were holding their breath, waiting for a response from me. 

"Well, I hope you enjoy your life with Tiffany. If you'd kindly get the fuck out of my house, that'd be great," I pushed past them and went up to my room.