Troublemaker's Guide

Chapter 3 - Punch Date with the Arrogant Bastard.

Chapter 3

Rumors have practically ruined my life. They've managed to turn a troublemaker into a slut. And I totally fail to understand what connection a troublemaker and a slut had. Those two characteristics were almost polar opposites.

In seventeen years of my life I never had a boyfriend, and frankly it made me happy. I haven't even had my first kiss yet and as cliché as it sounds: I'm waiting for the prince charming who is going to sweep me off my feet.

But that's drifting me away from my point. My point here is why does everyone have to get sexual with me? I admit I'm beautiful, have a good body, and an attitude that attracts boys, but that just doesn't mean I am a freaking slut!

Previously at the party, that guy, Charles Kingsley asked me if I could give him a blow job and now there's a guy who has his arms securely wrapped around my waist, his front pressed against my back and his face resting on my shoulder. Ugh! I hate it when unknown people touch me. It's simply sickening, awkward and uncomfortable.

Another thing, guys such as Charles Kingsley and the guy who has his arms wrapped around my waist, don't get the drift of no. They are persistent and threats don't work on them, like ever! The only language they are capable of understanding is that of violence.

Therefore I didn't bother wasting my energy in menacing him with threats that he would surely ignore. I simply elbowed him in his stomach with all my energy. His arms instantly unwrapped themselves from around my waist. There was space created in between us and I was thankful about that. I heard him grunt in pain, but I didn't bother looking back. I was least interested to know what that douche bag looked like.

I was aware he wasn't going to stop at that. He would try and talk to me or maybe even force himself on me, but I ignored it.I didn't even bother thinking about it. Let the time play its game!

The lesser attention the creepers get the more easier it is to get rid of them.

I focused my attention back to where it was before that douche bag interrupted. My attention was back to Jason. Back to Alcohol. Hell, I was still craving for alcohol!

"Jason, please -"I was cut-off by the douche bag again.

"That wasn't very nice of you sweetheart." He commented. His tone was slightly annoyed.

I rolled my eyes. Being nice to guys who tried getting sexual with me was the best thing I could do. I thought sarcastically.

"I never said I was nice." I replied curtly and half-heartedly. I didn't even bother turning around to face him.

His humorous chuckle reverberated in my ear. I didn't find anything remotely humorous about this situation. So what made him chuckle was out of my understanding.

"Ivory sweetheart, at least have the courtesy to behave properly. It's never nice to show your back to a person who is talking to you." The douche bag commented, amusement clear in his voice.

"What are you, my chaperon now?" I asked, smugly and at the same time shaking my head mentally at the douche bag's stupidity. I wasn't polite enough to behave properly in front of people I knew and this douche bag expected me to have the courtesy to behave appropriately in front of a total stranger who tried to harass me.

Yeah right. Me and behave properly in front of a total stranger. The world would have been a lot greener and pollution-free the day that happens.

"You wish you were that cool, sweetheart." He replied, smugly. Could his ego boast any notch higher?

This douche bag was starting to get on my nerves and sooner or later I was going to lose my calm. And the way the events for the day have turned out definitely didn't make my mood any better. Dealing things with patience wasn't my motto anymore. I had enough of his nonsense and I wasn't about to handle anymore.