Dirty Little Secrets (RATED R)

9. The Good, The Better, and The Ugly

Sorry about the wait. :/

This chapter is dedicated to BigMac10! You're awesome Alta! I know you didn't want to put me in back drive, lol. I was just joking about making you wait an entire week, but instead you had to wait like a month... Or three :( I've just been brain dead. I'm a terrible wattpad updating person. XP

But hey! I updated!! Yay! Props for me! :p

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"So let me get this straight," Parish started, eying the both of us skeptically, "he just came out of no where and hit you? So you beat the shit out of him?"

"Pretty much," Jay sighed, his jaw ticking.

"I call bullshit." She muttered, "why would he just attack you for no reason?"

The story really wasn't adding up as well as I thought it would. Of course there had to be a reason, but I wasn't about to tell her the truth. Jay and I haven't even discussed that he was my ex, and hopefully I'd never have to.

The purple bruise he freshly sported on his cheek was a simple scrape in comparison to the busted lip, knots, and swollen eyes Jay had left Dante with. He deserved every hit he had been given.

"He was crazy. Came out of no where and socked the shit out of me!" Jay swore to her, shrugging his shoulders. "Guy just learned himself a valuable lesson in attacking random people. He's gonna feel me for the next couple of weeks."

Parish shook her head, still not buying it completely, and looked at me for confirmation. I shrugged, lifting my eyebrows.

"He seemed like a decent enough of a guy. Sucks that he's crazy though." She shook her head in disappointment as she held up a napkin with a number wrote on it. She tossed it in the trash after we both had seen it. "Good thing I didn't give him mine, huh?"

That bastard!

"Right," I mumbled while turning around, and began to busy myself in wiping down the counter, afraid she would see the anger on my face. He gives my coworker his number and then did what he did! The nerve of him! Ugh!

It was so hard not to scream out in anger. I needed to put a damper on my anger, and quick before Parish caught on, and I'd have to tell her the truth. I wasn't good at coming up with stories. Hence why ours sucked so much, but then again, we didn't have time to talk much about what had happened after Dante had scrambled to his feet, and ran off to his little convertible like the little scared bítch he was.

Dante's blood was all over Jay's knuckles when Parish came out the back door to check on us.

Now here we were, Jay scrubbing the blood off of his hands in the sink, Parish scrunchizing our story, and me furiously scrubbing a clean counter.

Then I had an epiphany.

"Where did you want to go to night?" I asked Parish while I turned to face her. I was more determined than mad.

I wasn't going to sit around and weep like a weak little girl. No, I was going to go out and get just as shit faced as I possibly could.

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"How much further?" Parish whined.

I was jammed in the middle between the two of them in Jay's green Dodge, completely unsure about the place he had picked.

Parish had wanted to go to a simple bar a few blocks down the street, but after a half hour, I had learned just how stubborn Jay really was.

So instead, we had spent the last two and a half hours jammed in his truck heading to Panama City Beach. I had never been, but had heard so much about it. It was a go-to for all horny teens during spring break. Pretty much party capital of Florida.