Mr. Perfect ( On Hold)

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Ashton gave me an almost scared look which screamed help and if that wasn't clear enough he also mouthed it.

We turned to look at her walking towards us. I put on a condensing smile on my face, but looks like she was too drunk to be bothered by it, seeing as her stance flattered after every few steps.

Ashton pulled me by his side and put an arm around me. That's when she noticed me I guess, because her expression changed from a Cheshire grin to amusement to spooked to flabbergast to disbelief to anger in a matter of seconds.

I tried very hard to hide my amusement, which let me assure you was very difficult as she was behaving like a complete bimboo.

She completely ignored me and stood in front of Ashton, " Hey ashy boo, how are you? You didn't answer my texts?"

She put her hand on his arm and dragged her long manicured red nail along his arm length. I clenched my fist to control my anger. I wanted to rip her nails out one at a time.

What's happening to me? Worst part is that I don't even know why I am this angry and am having these torturous thought. This is not good.

"Yeah one might think you'd get the hint but apparently not. " he muttered under his breath. I guess she didn't hear or if she did she chose to ignore it.

I snickered. She looked at me with a gaze so venomous, it could kill a herd of elephants.

"Who the hell are you, Bitch?" she asked looking at me. There's no need to be rude, but if you are so hell bent on it, bring it on sweetheart.

"None of your concern, slut! "

She sneered at me.

"Wow, You scared me. " I smile at that.

"Damn right you are, bitch"

" Looks like your ability to understand sarcasm is no longer working, and come up with something better than bitch would you? It's getting old, whore. "

"Ashton I have a party next weekend, would you be there? " she said batting her fake eyelashes at him which I so wanted to rip out.

I hate The Plastics or anyone to tries to resemble them.

"Do you have some thing in your eye? " Ashton asks concerned.

That broke me. I laughed. Then coughed trying to choke down my laughter.

Unfortunately, the coughing drew her attention. "Are you dying or something?" she asked, affecting a perfect sneer as I shook my head. "Well, hacking up a lung out in public isn't all that attractive--just sayin'."

My face flamed, but then I leaned in and spoke  "Um, giving half the party an exhaustive summary  by throwing yourself at Ash--in lurid detail--of how much of an alcoholic slut you are? Isn't all that attractive either. Just sayin'.

She was shocked. To say the least.

"Do want some lotion, coz darling you just got burned. "

I looked up at Ashton to see him grinning down at me. Looking proud if I may add.

Looks like I succeeded. I am good at this, Trace would be proud of me.

"Wow I hate your trashy personality bitch, and that stupid dress of yours. "