Resculpturing Her

9. You What?

Joanna is pushed to the side into the lateral of the car by the force of the burgundy haired girls hand. I obviously could not get there within a split second as I am not Usain Bolt. However, I did manage to reach immediately after the slap took place.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I retorted from the bunned red heads action. I immediately held Joanna by her upper arm dragging her behind me and staunching myself in a protective stance as I faced the red head.

"Fuck off!" The bunned head countered at me. She looked me up and down before adding "Whore." 

"I think you should leave." I demanded sternly at her; attempting to mediate the situation. If I was just a little more drunk; God would have had to come down and help her, because I would have ripped this bitch to pieces by now.

"Who the fuck do you think you are getting into our business?" The bun head retaliated.

I shook my head and warned again "Leave." I am losing my patience but I needed to keep my cool. 

"Joanna can fend for herself without some trash trying to come save her."

I am burning up with anger now. I really was restraining myself from going hyena savage on her. I could feel Joanna making little steps forward from behind me but I was blocking her with my body. She complied to my request to stay put. This insignificant behavior from Joanna reminded me I should conciliate.

"Okay, fine. We'll leave." I said, sounding casual now. 

I took a step forward to open the drivers door but before I could complete the action the red head commented "I hope you enjoy sloppy seconds. Let me know if the taste of my tongue is still on her." 

That's fucking it. She pushed it. 

Joanna seemed to realize my stiffened reaction to the red heads remark because she placed her fingers around my wrist and whispered softly "Amelia..."

I involuntarily ignored Joanna's attempt to keep me calm as I felt like I lost control of what I was going to do. I curled my hand into a fist tightly almost as if to argue with myself not to do it as I dug my nails into the palm of my hand. My teeth gritted and ground as I could feel my jaw rising against my cheek. The temperature of my body was increasing and the blood was flowing effortlessly through my veins. My eyebrows were furrowed and I could feel my eyes pouring with rage. 

Did no one tell this bitch not to mess with a girl who has anger issues?

That's was it. I had decided that with my knuckles I would send her to peace for tonight. 

"Heeeey guys!" Isaac intervened with an excited voice. 

I did not remove my eyes from the one thing I wanted to tear apart at this current moment. I had settled that I was determined to teach her what sloppy seconds really means. In contrast the red head broke eye contact with me to face the little man who spoke.

"Oh you look mad." Isaac stated towards the red head. "Did you dye your hair red because you're usually this frustrated? It really compliments the emotion. Or does it like turn red when you get angry; like that dude from in and out - he rages then poof! head on fire!" Isaac continued to ramble drunkly with hand actions roaming around his head to signify what he was saying. "I mean, Inside Out..." Isaac corrected himself. "Although, I could definitely go for a burger at In-N-Out." 

I face palmed myself and let all my anger seep away from the top of me to the ground below me. A smile spread across my face. I fucking love this kid. 

"We should all probably go, Alexia's getting cold; she didn't bring a jacket. No one wants Alexia to get cold." Isaac completed his blabber with that while waving his index finger in the direction of Alexia behind me.