Love Bites (Completed)

Chapter 8

A/N: YAY! CH 8 is up! I officially dedicate this chapter to Callie A.! Haha she didnt want any stalkers so I didnt put her last name! I love you Purple Chicken! :D

Torrin P.O.V

What the f**k just happened?!

Why was this unbelievably hot, sexy, mysterious guy Crispin making me feel this way? It wasn’t normal that’s for sure. 

After our little trance, everyone acted as if nothing happened except for three people. Me (of course), Crispin (of course) and…Brenda? Every time I would make a single comment on the conversation she would stare daggers at me.

It took all I had in me not slam my fist on the table and tell her to “F**K OFF B*TCH!”

But that’s not all that little sleazebag is doing to piss me the h*ll off.

Even when I would just glance at her ‘precious’ Crispin she would  hold on tighter to his arm and mouth ‘Back off!’. My response was simple.

Roll my eyes and flip her off.

Simple as that.

And every time she would clutch on tighter, Crispin would give an annoyed look at her and try to pull his arm back, but with no avail.

Sh*t I would be annoyed too. It was like an overprotected mom gripping her child from running off.

Good thing he was taller than her so she couldn’t see his face. Otherwise she would be soo pissed.

The best part would be when she would look up at him through her  eyelashes in a slutty way. Then he would put on a forced smile and turn quickly away to hide his disgusted face. Luckily everyone else were in a deep conversation about movies or something and didn’t see his and Brenda’s reaction.

I bet the only reason why he kept her around is because she was a good and easy f**k. I mean yeah she’s a classic bimbo with blonde hair and blue eyes but I guess she’s kinda pretty.

In a slutty way;)

But d*mn I’ve barley met her and I already know that she’s a complete  whore. With her short *ss mini skirt and tight as f**k tank top. Even the top lace of her bra was showing, what the h*ll?!

I just wanted to rip my eyes out at the sight of her.

She repulsed me.

Hmmm now that I think about it…her and Rob would make a good couple. I smirked at the thought, but it quickly went away as I realized what I just said.

No one, not even Brenda (not even how slutty she was), didn’t deserve to be with a sick creature like Rob.

***Flashback***

I was tired.

So tired that the yelling and applause in the background was all just a blur just like my eyesight. I couldn’t even hear my heels clicking and making their way backstage. 

It was a Friday night and the strip club was packed full of young, horney men. I was tired because I had to work a double shift since Honey Bear, one of the strippers, found out she was pregnant this morning and called in sick. That just means more work for the rest of us.

D*mn her boyfriend for not keeping his hands to himself.

I walked to my personal jacked up vanity and slumped into my chair. I had dollar bills sticking out of my underwear and bra. I quickly pulled them out and stuffed them into my wallet. My hair was hard from hair spray and my hands and inner legs her red from sliding up and down on the poles.