America's Sweetheart (Faith 2) (COMPLETED)

Crazy Girl

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING except River, Delphine, Angelina, Oliver, Faith, the maids, Jax, Blade and all of Jace's business partners
FAITH POV
    I've decided to shove down my feelings of weirdness for Oliver. I got off my bed and got dressed. I had on a black sweater with jeans. I was so emotionally drained. I run downstairs and out the door not wanting to talk to anyone. I open the door and run out, but instead of there being a clear path I crashed into something. I look up and see Oliver. I stand up and walk past him, ignoring his blue eyes staring at me waiting for me to say something. I sigh as I get in my car. I have to get him off my mind.

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    I was about three miles away from my house when the car suddenly stopped. I try to keep going but it wouldn't budge. I sigh and get out of my car. I grab my phone and stare at it. Oliver knows a lot about cars...and it would be so much easier and faster if he helped me than any other car mechanic would. Not only would it take hours for that person to get here, but then if they recognized me they could hurt me, or make me pay a lot more than I should. Just so many things that could happen. I groan and take out my phone to call Oliver. Suddenly, someone taps my shoulder. I turn around and see River's sister. I smile at her.
"Oh, hey Angeline," She doesn't smile back. She looks me up and down.
"You're the slut that River chose?!" Angeline asks.
"Excuse me?" I ask. Having friends like Jo Jo and Danny really showed me how to balance out good and bad reactions to being insulted.
         "You look like such a plastic Barbie doll. Didn't know his type would be a plastic basic blonde," Angeline says with a wicked grin.
        "Did i hurt you?" I ask. Angie scoffs.
        "You're going out with someone a whore like you doesn't deserve. Then again, what can you expect? Your mother herself was a whore, why wouldn't you?" I could feel the Jo Jo inside me slowly going away.
        "What?" I ask, giving her the opportunity to say something else.
        "Did you Not hear me?! YOU'RE A WHORE LIKE YOUR MOTHER! Damm you're slow, then again what can you really expect? They say that the children of teen's have a bigger percentage to be dumb. Especially if the mother did drugs or alcohol, which most likely happened," that's it!
        "Fight me, pig!" I growl.
        "Gladly!" She says as she grabs my hair and yanks it down. I yelp in pain and return her the favor by yanking her hair away from me. Angeline starts to punch me. I shove her away from me so she doesn't punch me too hard. "Can't take a few punches?" Angeline asks.
        "I'm not attacking, I'm defending, you're gonna have a hell of a lawsuit," i say.
        "Great, you get to be my punching bag for a few hours," Angie says. She then jumps on me and hugs me, I wasn't expecting that so I fell to the ground with her on top of me. She punches my face a few times and digs her fingernails into my scalp and down to my face. I try to get her off but instead she grabs my wrists and puts them above my head. "You're not getting away that easily bitch!" Angie says. "Why don't we rip out this soft blonde hair?" Angie asks as she starts pulling painfully.
      "In your dreams," I growl and bring my knee up to her crotch. She gasps in pain, I definitely hit her bone...hard. I shove her off of me and resist the urge to kick her.
       "Next time don't make  fun of my family," I growl. Angeline laughs and starts to stand up.
        "If you sue me...you sue your boyfriend," Angie says. Finally I realize this. I can't sue her for too much money...and if I only scratch back, then that won't help me. Angie punches me again. I kick her stomach then kick her body to the ground. She grabs my ankles and pulls me down. This is when the crowd started forming.