The Blonde Bitch Syndrome

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NEEDLESS TO SAY, THE RIDE FROM  school to her so called home was nerve wrecking. Even after managing to scoot to the far end of the seat, Brittany could feel her heart thumping loudly in her chest. She could already feel it thrashing around in its desperate attempt to jump out of her throat. Her forehead was starting to sweat profusely and her otherwise dainty hands had turned gross and clammy. She discretely placed a finger on her chest to calm her mind. Sneaking a glance at her right she found Wyatt calming weaving the car through the evening traffic.

Brittany Campbell was pretty sure that an ordinary person can never harbor the intense amount of hatred for another being, like how she possessed for Wyatt Matthews. Words fall short to describe how much she loathed him. If her mother had made her feel suffocated in a large mansion filled with butlers and maidservants, her boyfriend had took it to another notch. Almost adding a new meaning to the phrase "a toxic and abusive relationship."

"You were late." Wyatt remarked nonchalantly, his eyes trained on the throngs of cars lined up ahead. The blonde girl visibly gulped, not knowing how to answer. She glanced at his pretty profile, counting the minutes before he loses his calm facade. Brittany had always been in awe - in a sick way of how he could maintain his calm demeanor even when he was seething inside. He was just one of those people who could mask his emotions very well. Yet being on the receiving end of his countless conniptions, Brittany now could calculate his moods well. The way his knuckles turn white from gripping the steer wheel and the way he was starting to pant unevenly, Brittany was pretty sure that today she was going to receive a couple more punches. She surely couldn't speak the truth that she was talking with Marcus- another boy. The new piece of information would surely inflate Wyatt's ego and would drive him crazy. Wyatt hated whenever his monopoly on the most popular girl in his school is threatened.

If possible it made him even crazier.

Brittany dug her fingernails in her arms, gritting her teeth together. She could already feel her body shaking. But the real question was - why was she shaking? In anger? In fear? In annoyance? She fought the urge to cup her mouth and scream. Much less, her gaze again started to waver to the cute panda faced car freshener resting ahead of her. It was small and pretty useless in aiding in a brawl but maybe she could find the right opportunity. Maybe today would be the day. She could search for a right moment, pick it up and throw it at his head, effectively buying her some time to make an escape. But then again, where was she supposed to go?

"Brittany. " Wyatt said in a sing song voice, snapping her out of her reverie. He faced her with with a pout on his face. The blonde immediately stiffened before stammering, " I was doing the group assignment with Mila.."

Wyatt muttered a small "oh" before running his hand through his perfectly gelled up hair. He gave her a lop sided smile before slamming his fist hard on the steer wheel. Brittany immediately placed both her arms on her nape, trying to choke back her sob.

Wyatt craned his neck and bellowed at the scared delivery boy. "Fuck!! You son of a bitch! You have got four eyes yet you can't see my car!" The poor boy made a pathetic noise akin to that of a mouse squeak before trotting away with his scooter to the opposite direction.

Brittany blankly started to pull the blue strand that had come out of her skirt, pretending to be ignorant about the whole ordeal. She bit her lips when she felt a familiar hand clamp down her own. She stared at Wyatt who had a smile on his face. He brought her hand towards his face, planted a brief kiss on it before lightly caressing the spot where she had a burn mark. He pursed his lips in mock confusion. "My my what is this?" He pulled at the sore wound and Brittany fought back a yelp. "It appears that you have not learnt your earlier lesson, Brit."

Suddenly he squeezed her hand hard. Brittany's lips trembled in pain. "Wyatt please."

The smile disappeared from Wyatt's face. He had a monotone look when he threw her hand away and instead, placed both his palms on her bare thighs. He let out a pretentious moan as he made a show of shoving his hands further up her legs. Brittany shuddered in disgust, trying to pry his hands away. His hands were like iron as they left finger marks on her skin.