Femme Fatale.

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The atmosphere in the room is highly charged and the two people who face each other across the width of the narrow bed appear to be ready to spring at one another's throats.
Indeed,had it not been for the realisation that the girl over whom they argue is no doubt listening to every word they say, having no option,their disagreement would by now become more violent.
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Songs for the chapter:
Came Here For Love - Elle
Rain Over Me - Pitbull
Pound The Alarm - Nicki Minaj

CARLA:
I am already exhausted by Lax's yelling for I barely talk to people here, leave alone argue with them. I must admit, I've never quite mastered the seemingly difficult task of making friends despite my many school years,opting to remain kindred spirits with my many books rather than other human beings.

Why does she even bother herself with me?For surely with her good-natured charm and pretty countenance, she could have secured a stable match with a girl from the school choir. I smother a laugh with my hand, imagining this plump girl jumping to the beat of a drum.

She regards me with an arrogance that I have learnt to be part of her nature. Lax has always been quite convinced of her own righteousness in all matters, of her own good judgement and her immeasurable beauty.

It no shock to me for in my profound experience, the prettiest girls are often the vainest and Lax appears to follow the pattern I have become used to from encounters with my peers.

"You have absolutely no right to talk to me like that, Carla. To judge me as if you're the Pope of the Roman Catholic Church and I am nothing but a filthy whore you found in some bloody brothel!"

"You're being a little melodramatic now and what the devil would the Pope be doing in a brothel anyway?" I smile at her choice of words,finding her anger quite amusing.

"It is no jest, Carla!" She yells. "And how dare you drag Anna to this matter? Is it not between you and I,this...this relationship we have had?"

"She's you lover like the many others you have had you manipulative whore. I have heard it all!"

"I've heard it all!" She mimics my voice, horribly, might I add. "You've heard it all, fetched and bottled every little rumour going around for what? To build us?" Her sarcasm fills the room. "Oh, a whore? Is that what I heard you call me?" Her eyes are like slits of pure gold,cat's eyes spitting their venom.

"Yes,that is what I called you and I would be obliged if you would stop sniffing around me like you are a dog on heat and I am your bitch!"

"But you are my bitch! At least I reckon so." She draws a deep breath and her eyes are cool and assessing as she studies my reaction.

"Well then there is no room for your whores in this cube, not in my life nor yours, and you will tell them so." I cross my arms, pursing my lips into a thin line.

"But there's plenty of room in this school and I deliberately have them away from your sight where they do not...disturb you..."

"That is not what I mean,Lax,and you know it." My voice is cold and distant. I turn away, indicating that there is no more to be said on the subject. I have no care how many cunts she shoves her tongue into to. I could contract an illness considering she might be using the same sex toys with them and that is my only concern.

"Easy pet. Didn't I just confess how much you drug my senses Carla? I would love to make you mine, officially."

"I'm afraid not,my sweet. It is not part of our bargain to give you my undivided attention for that is no doubt what you will demand if we are to date,as you propose. I am perfectly content with things as they are,Lax. It is how I like it and that, I'm afraid, is all that need concern you. You have a very delightful sex life with me as your bitch,as you so charmingly put it,don't you agree with...?"

"Oh yes, indeed but..."

"There is no buts in this matter,Lax and if I may be allowed to finish, I have this to say." I turn around to face Lax so she might understand the seriousness in the matter and I find her moving away from me to the table beside the drawers, pouring herself orange juice into a coca cola glass.

Sipping it with every evidence of enjoyment and casual unconcern, she sits down and crosses her legs. She smiles but there is no humour in it and through my white-hot rage I recognise that I must be careful not to antagonise her further if I am to have my way on this but it is difficult to control the flood of resentment which flows through me.

Why must she seek trouble where there is none? How I'm I not enough for her? What kind of sensual thirst does she have that I cannot quench?

I manage a smile though it feels foreign and deceivingly false on my lips.

Lax seethes, her eyebrows drawing a thick cruel line above her narrowed eyes.

"You and I have a most delightful arrangement which satisfies us both. I wish not to ruin with with a simple title of " girlfriend ".  But still,like all girls, I am completely selfish and I wish not to share you with no one..."

She's on her feet and her lips find mine and enclose on them. My arms lift to receive her,my eyes glowing, my mouth smiling before I kiss her back tasting a saltiness,the taste of tears. She needn't weep really for I am hers,to satisfy all her desires.

She kicks the door shut behind us and pulls me into her arms and our reunion is surprisingly agreeable to us both.

I hardly have to time to straighten my skirt which has been roughened by Lax's not so decorous hands when there is a knock on the door. It is a sharp knock,peremptory and not really meant to be polite or anything so foolish as that.

I slam my back tensely to the wall and attempt to calm my racing heart. The door opens and I feel sharp uncut fingernails graze against my arm.

"Aïe, aïe, aïeee...!" I bellow defensively.

The shriek does not come from the pain,rather, the unexpected manner in which the action is carried out. I wheel around to confront the intruder and I find myself glaring up at a girl who can be any age between twenty to twenty-six.

Her gaze is mature, almost scolding yet her face has a youthful glow of a growing girl, not fully a woman.