To say that I was a pervert was an understatement. I mean yeah I'm a girl and all but, damn, if a girl with a nice ass and big boobs walks pass me I will gawk at her. I mean god knew what he was doing, why can't I enjoy the view just like guys? No I'm not lesbian, I just love to see 'admire' a females body just as much as I love to see a good looking man, well.. I probably gawk at ladies more than I do gents.
Angel Bishop and what an angel she was. Her toned legs and stomahce obvious signs that she was athletic, which infact she was. Being on her school's track team and also being a ballerina were the reasons why she was so fit.
Watching her as she walked by I let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding. After rushing in the bathroom earlier, I ended up missing Art Class because I couldn't stop puking. No, I'm not pregnant, I am bulimic. Ever since Andrew she could never keep down her food. Andrew ..
- flashback -
Another and another and another. He wouldn't stop punching her in the stomache. "That's it, throw it all up bitch. You fat fuck. I told you not to eat. You'll learn to listen to me, you'l -"
Landing flat on her she snapped out of her flashback, looking around in bewilderment, confused as to what just happened. "Damn, I'm so sorry. Are you oka- , wait Xańa?!" Oh fucking hell. It was him, Nathan, the same guy she escorted to Art Class that interrupted her reading earlier. "Fucking hell." She honestly didn't mean to say that out loud but .. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes at how relieved he looked that it was only her. Looking behind him she saw two familiar looking guys. Ah, yes. Tom the stoner and Brent, who was just your typical 'pretty boy'. Tom being lanky at 6"3 had his left arm covered in a tattoo sleeve that complimented his pale skin. He had purple gauges that weren't too big but still noticeable. His blue eyes shone with recognition and he lightly nodded his head. Brent who was only 5"9 stood to Tom's right side looking a little uncomfortable. His hair was disheveled, but still managed to look absolutely stunning due to the fact his hair was curly. His skin was only a lighter than hers and his eyes were light brown. She smiled slightly at him and he returned the smile with a toothy grin.
Nathan cleared his throat and she looked up at him. Raising his eyebrow he said in a nonchalant tone "I didn't see you in Art, skipped?" Rolling her eyes this time she simply chuckled. "Actually no I didn't." Not wanting to explain herself to this boy she'd only met hours ago she got up and respectfully nodded her head dismissing herself from the awkward group.
Walking back to her locker she decide to text Ian and find out where she was. She felt like leaving school and only half of the day was done and didn't wanna leave him behind, completely oblivious to the fact that he already left.
where are you? i wanna leave this shithole. bummy ass day.
She tossed her phone from hand to hand waiting for a reply. Feeling it vibrate she read it and froze. Fuck.
Totally fuckinggg narkedd babe. cjejxneome to 164 Gretchen Street for me pls. Im sorry. Toook the car.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Ian was drunk. Only thing, he never drank, ever. Well atleast not to the point of getting "totally fucking narked"
Calling a cab she gave the directions and pulled up infront of a dingy looking bar with the sign falling off.
