Have We Met? (Remington Leith)

Liar

I walked back into my bedroom after weeding my garden and seen something on the ground by the bean bag chairs. I walked over and picked it up, seeing it was one of Remington's rings. I smiled remembering last night.

I put the ring on my desk then jumped onto my bed. I grabbed my new favorite camera and turned it on. I looked at the picture I took of Remington and bit my lip.

Then I remembered Zack. Well fuck me. I turned the camera off and put it back on the table.

I rolled out of bed and walked into the living room, grabbing my phone on my way.

I sat down, sighing because of the silence. Lilly left for work earlier and Debrah had a date.

I looked at my phone and decided to scroll through Instagram. As I looked through I seen a picture of Chrissa with the caption:

Broken nose, single, and angry. If it wasn't for that crazy bitch @skullgirl_ronnievera, I would be fine. She was flirting with my boyfriend at the time and I confronted her about it. Then the crazy bitch tackled me.

Fucking liar, well, I did tackle her though. I ignored the post and continued scrolling. After getting to the 'Your All Caught Up' mark I decided to post.

I took a selfie and wrote the caption:

Haven't posted a selfie in a while, enjoy my face.

I posted it and turned my phone off. I looked around the house again and sighed. I really fucking hate being alone on days like this.

I looked outside, it's just the same pictures over and over again. I need a new setting.

I got off the couch and walked into my bedroom, crashing onto my bed. After laying there for a minute I sighed and got up, then walked outside. I sat on the swing we had on the back porch and sighed, laying my head back and closing my eyes.

"Vera, sweetheart, what are you doing out here," the sickening voice of the one and only Zack Deadle spoke.

My eyes shot open and my head shot towards him. "Don't call me sweetheart," I said, warning him.

He smirked, leaning on our fence. "I heard you tackled a model because she told you to back off her boyfriend," he said, making me sickly angry.

"That bitch ass whore is a fucking lying cunt," I said, anger obvious in my voice.

"Hmm, but wasn't her ex over here earlier, and if I'm not mistaken, he stayed over last night as well," he said, sending creepy chills down my spine.

"I tackled her because she insulted me, not because I flirted with her boyfriend at the time," I said, rolling my eyes.

"But you still have sex with him," he asked, sending more creepy chills down my spine.

Play it cool Ronnie, you know he's just trying to trip you up. "He just fell asleep while watching movies. Get the fuck over it Zack."

"Sure Veronica, the truth will come out eventually," he said.

I got up, fed up with his shit, and walked off the porch. I went around the side of the house and turned on the water hose.

"Watering your flowers," Zack asked. "I thought your flower was already watered, but maybe the slut needs more."

I grabbed a hold of the sprayer and sprayed Zack right in the face, messing up his 'perfect' black hair.

"You fucking ugly ass whore! I'll fucking get you for this," Zack yelled, running to one of the neighboring houses. The little fuck must've moved in.

I turned the water off and walked in the house. I flopped down on the couch and closed my eyes, letting out a long hard sigh.

I looked at the clock seeing it was seven thirty-eight and I rolled back off the couch. I walked into the bathroom, done my business and washed my hands then looked at myself in the mirror.

All the times I've been called ugly rushed through my head, and I shook them off. I walked back into the living room and grabbed my phone.

I turned it on and clicked on the messages, plopping down on the couch.

Me: Are you guys done at the studio

Surprisingly the three dots popped up almost imeadiatley.

Rem: yeah

Me: did you eventually get that problem to go away this morning? ;)

Rem: yeah...it took the thought of your beautiful body though. ;)

Me: I have a question

Rem: I may or may not have an answer

Me: Am I a slut

Rem: you were slutty last night ;), but in general, no, you're not

Me: okay, am I crazy

Rem: in bed;)

Me: stop with the sex jokes

Rem: okay, why are you asking all these questions anyway?

Me: that's not important, but I know you think my body is beautiful, but what about my face

Rem: ...come over to the house

Me: you might know where I live but I have no fucking idea where you live

Rem: *address* now come over

Me: okay

Rem: and bring your favorite camera

Me: ...okay?