How do you get back at your childhood tormentor from middle school? To Milana Cavallero, the answer is simple: just crash every party he throws, until his senior year ends. Of course, that's easy when your single dad is a local police officer. Alway...
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"Don't you dare try to drive him away from me."
Celeste hissed towards my face. I could swear I felt a tiny drop of saliva on my jaw as I wiped it off, being careful not to smudge my lipstick. Her fingers gripped onto my wrist and tightened itself every second.
I abruptly yanked her hand off. "Stop going around harassing and physically attacking people!"
"Samantha started it!"
"You made her mald in the first plac—"
I was cut off with a violent slap to my cheek as I stared at her with a vicious glare. This bitch just motherfucking slapped me?
"You're just a slut he keeps like a dog on a leash. You'll never have what I had with him, no girl ever does. Oh my, too bad, isn't it?" She sarcastically chuckled.
Of course no girl ever had what she had with him, she's the only girl he dated just to use her.
With all my might, I pushed her by her shoulders, sending her heels almost tumbling down the pavement. "That's funny, blondie. I've never slept with him in the first place yet he still keeps me around like what? Like a dog on a leash? I must be special compared to you because you're not the only girl he slept with." I stuck a tongue out.
She huffed, flipping her hair behind her shoulder, again. "So you're a fucking virgin? What a little surprise. He's got no desire for inexperienced little girls. I'm sure you've dreamt of him every ni-"
"Oh trust me I did have dreams about it, and nightmares too, they're wild as fuck. He knows it. One was him drowning as a fat ass gorilla. How does that work? I don't know, but it was hilarious." I sarcastically laughed, wiping a fake tear.
Just for her.
She leaned her head down towards mine before quietly hissing. "Stop trying to act so tough, worthless obsessed brat. You know damn well inside I'm telling the fucking truth."
"Then leave me alone and maybe I would stop, you ever think of that? Spoiled, in denial, attention whoring brat."
Celeste lifted her arm again but stopped midway when we both heard the familiar masculine voice belonging to Kade right across the street, shouting at us like a truck is about to hit us. Our heads snapped to him as I glared back at the blondie to see her scowl now replaced with a frown.
She's literally rice made out of plastic.
"Oi!" He yelled with furrowed brows before slamming his car shut and skittering towards us. "Get off of her!"
