Who the hell cares?!

Chapter Three.

A/N I'd like to warn people that it can get a little.. heated in this chapter. 

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JIMMY CASSIDY

I put my phone back into my pocket after texting Frankie. He made me drop him off earlier than the rest of his friends, claiming he needed to get some stuff for the gathering he was going to have with his friends. I didn't know what it was, he wouldn't tell me what it was. It made me a bit suspicious - I didn't want anything happening to him. Like I said before, me and Danny were very protective of Frankie. The last thing I wanted was for some police officer to ome knocking on my door with Frankie in handcuffs. I hoped to dear god it wasn't alcohol he wasn't planning to get.

"Everything okay?" a familiar female voice spoke. I looked up and groaned inwardly when I saw her - Ruthie. Ruthie was my ex-girlfriend, who lives just down the slums with me. She was very persistent as to what she wanted. She seemed to want me.

"Fine, yeh," I replied, nonchantly. She flipped back her caramel coloured hair and laughed. Oh, I didn't realize I was being funny. Ah, wait a minute, I wasn't being funny. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Girls like Ruthie never ceased to annoy me, even when they're not pushing and pushing me to the extreme limit of my temper.

"Who ye textin'? Ye got yeself a new bird?" she asked, batting her eyelashes. I was going to say no, because that was the truth. But the again, Ruthie was no one to judge liars. Maybe if I said yes, she'll leave me alone...

Without thinking, far too deluded with the vision of Ruthie not annoying me anymore, I said, "Aye. New bird." I realized the mistake in my words instantly, when her face dropped into a frown.

Ruthie was a determined woman. She'll try to hunt this fake girl down. I paled a little bit - what would she do if she found out there was no bird? Start again? This time more persistent than the last, maybe. And that was hardly going to be a good thing. I gulped a little bit. I had to prepare myself for the interview that was about to follow.

"Oh yeh? What's her name?" Ruthie asked. Think, Jimmy, think, think, think! 

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"Oh, it's... it's um... Allie," I said. I cringed a bit on the inside. Fantastic - fantastic. I was going to lie that a sixteen year old was my girlfriend... at least it was better than nothing.

"Allie?" Ruthie asked. "Where is she from?"

"From the big houses," I said, faking a sniff of disdain. "She's pretty great."

"Great?" Ruthie said, narrowing her eyes. "Are ye sure? I mean... ye thought, ye said I was-"

"What I said was lies," I sneered back at her. Her eyes widen.

"Oh, and what's this girl got that I ain't?" she demanded. Well, for one, she keeps quiet. 

"Oh, lots of stuff. Nice hair, nice body..." I smirked as I remembered my view when she walked away, "Nice ass. She's dead good at sex too. I don't miss ye at all when I'm fuckin' her. She's as slippery as a weasel, and squeals and giggles. It's all quite fun, ye know."

Ruthie crossed her arms, "It won't last. Ye'll come crawlin' back to me sooner than ye know it." I laughed at her.

"Yeh. Whatever ye say, Ruthie," I said, smirking. She scanned her eyes over me before she turned on her heels and walked away. This was only the beginning... I guess I could got a messege through at least - that she wasn't the only girl in the world I can fuck.