I Blame Wattpad for My High Expectations of Men

Chapter 59 - Slay his motherfucking mind!

        Mine and Ace's story ended due to a cruel twist of faith -at least that's what I see it as now- but thankfully, I've recently learned to cherish our many epic memories together while no longer feeling like vomiting my intestines out afterwards.

        Memories such as...

~Flashback Continued~

~Sunday Night, April 2, 2017 - Our First Public Lap Dance~

        It all started with Kelsey's crazy idea of accepting Hayden's karaoke dare...

"Sure, I'm game," Kelsey says before she takes a sip of her drink. Then she looks over to me and adds, "but only if my main bitch goes up there with me." Before I can say anything, Ace and Hayden let out an amused laugh.

"What's so funny?" Kelsey turns to ask them, her eyebrows furrowed and I mimic the expression.

"Oh, come on," Hayden breathes out in a chuckle. "We've heard Lola sing before, that is, we're one of the rare survivors that have lived to tell the agonizing story."

        Oh no he didn't.

        Oh yes he did, Buffy. Yes, he fucking did.

        I scoff, obviously not in a hurtful way, but in a way that challenges the two. With my arms now crossed over my chest, I turn to face Ace.

"Hey, don't look at me to defend you on this one, baby," he says, holding his hands up in a surrender. "We promised to be completely honest with each other, remember?"

        I narrow my eyes at him and like the child I am, I make a mocking face, mimicking,

"Remember?"

        He then has the fucking nerve to laugh at me all over again, which only makes what I'm about to do all that more epic.

        See, I may have always been a dreadful singer, but my rapping and dance skills on the other hand...Oh, what a sweet, sweet revenge that night had been.

        With a determined mind, I down the remainder of my scotch.

"Somebody give me a fucking mic," I demand as I stand up, and the boys' eyes widen in horror.

        Oh, they'll see horror, alright but it'll be the kind of horror that they've never seen before. 

        I turn around and walk over to the stage with a smirking Kelsey by my side. Once we reach the DJ, she asks him if she can hook her phone up to the speakers instead of choosing a song from his playlist, and he obliges without giving it a second thought.

"Please tell me you're going to pick something at least remotely doable," I all but plead.

"Well duh," Kelsey chuckles knowingly. "Girl, you and I both know you can't sing to save your life." I can't help but chuckle back, knowing that's the damn truth. "But we also happen to know that you can rap your fucking heart out, so...," she trails off, showing me the song that she's chosen, and we mirror each other's evil smirks.

"Kells," I say, ready to blow the roof of this place, "I just wanted a little payback. You, on the other hand, want to completely destroy them."

"You bet your Italian ass I do," she shamelessly admits. "No one messes with my girl and gets away with it." She winks at me. "You remember the dance moves from Camp Evergreen's talent show?"

        Ah, Camp Evergreen. To think our parents thought that sending us to a summer camp before our junior year would ever teach us a thing or two about discipline. If anything, it actually gave us even more ideas on how to torment our high school teachers for the next two years.