the slut messed up / creepypasta

4: Bitches Stay Bitches, Also I Hate Cats

The next morning, as hues of soft light, cascaded into my room, I woke up with a groan. Rubbing my eyes to get rid of the drowsiness, went ahead to the edge of the bed, and standing up.

I sighed as I made my way to the bathroom, my ears still ringing from last night. I quickly freshened up and picked an outfit for the day and headed to the kitchen to get myself something chew on in the bus ride. Deciding on a simple apple I quickly walked past the living room, taking note of the fact that Toby wasn't here. I suppose he went back to the dorms after last night.

Rolling my eyes, I exited my apartment and locked it before scramming out to reach the bus. I had two two-hour long sessions today, one for social economics and another for industrialisation. Whew, today really was gonna be fucking hard.

Around afternoon, after I was done with both sessions and half, no maybe a arter, of the school was at the cafes around the campus, I went and got myself a cinnamon roll to carry around and energize myself with.

On my way to a bench, I noticed Toby sitting under a shaded table, his bored eyes staring down at an open textbook that was placed in front of him. Smirking, I decided to go to him.

"Hey, Twitchy." He looked up at me with the most unamused face he could possibly have and I burst out laughing. "Oh, C'mon! It's a fun nickname."

"Maybe." He shrugged, looking back down at his textbook. I peered over, noticing all the chemical calculations and cringing.

"Your here for chemistry?" I asked, "I remember crying cause it was so fucking annoyingly hard."

He shrugged again, "Maybe you're just dumb." He said looking up to me.

"Say that again and I will fucking slap you."

"You're—" Toby was irritatingly cut off by the only bitch I will never forgive. Even if Amanda took like five bucks from my purse, I'd still forgive her. Even though Layla slapped me in year 11, I'd still fucking forgive her.

But fucking Stacy, I don't think I'd ever forgive her. "Look what the cat dragged in." She sneered.

Toby laughed, cracking his wrist and his neck simultaneously. "What in the world?" Stacy furrowed her eyebrows.

"Who's supposed to be the cat?"

"Obviously you."

Toby managed to laugh even harder, heaving in gasps before laughing again. I was really confused by this point, and a couple of heads had turned.

"I remember," Toby gasped in a breath, trying to calm himself down. "I remember that you fucking ran the other way every single time we saw a cat at which point I had to fucking carry you."

"It's like I actually fucking did it." He chuckled.

"Gosh, you're so immature." I rolled my eyes.

"You're both so weird." Stacy pursed her lips. She quickly made her way to me before raising a hand and smacking on my cheek hard. I was stunned.

"Is this the guy you told about me to?" She glared.

I was unable to respond. "Answer me, you bitch." She raised a hand again and I was about to blick it but then, a familiar skinny arm reached out and grabbed her arm before she could hit me again.

Toby's stony sarcastic voice returned as he said, "Physical abuse on campus is prohibited and you'll be reported."

Stacy's eyes widened as she tore away from Toby's grasp and stuttered some words and bolting in the other direction.

Just then, my bitchy colleague ran up to my table "Dude, are you okay? I saw what happened."

"Then you would know I was fucking slapped." I rubbed my cheek. "Jesus, how hard can that useless bitch hit?"

"Who knows, but do you want an ice pack? Or something to soothe the pain."

"No I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"I said—"

"She said she's fine, Cassandra." Cassandra, so that's what her name was. Thank you, Tobias.

"Okay then, call me if you need anything." She said before rushing back into the building.

I exhaled loudly as everyone went back to minding their own business, "Can we please go to the fucking bar again? I need something to shove down my throat."

He shrugged, "Why the fuck not?"

We both stood, collected our stuff before walking to the main entrance. This felt like Déjà Vu. I wonder if we're gonna fuck again.