Screw Me Over ✔️

Tiffany

What's up, folks?! I hope you guys are doing well because this Corona is making many people panic!

Anyway....WOAH! JUST WOAH....am I right? Wasn't that insane?

Rena's such a good cousin for letting Jessica stay with her but do you think Jessica can be a bit pushy too?

What about Rena not wanting Raina to go to a party? Does she need a life or is it something that you think people usually go through? A sign of growing up?

Jana should have never left Carmon and Rena alone in the house. Do you think so?

Now, what about that sex scene? 😂
That's all I'm asking.

Well, we are back with another chapter for Screw Me Over! It's Tiffany's turn to strut on these females because it's charity ball time!!!

Anyway, please see the triggers that are in the summary of this story! Please!

Alright, y'all! That's all I have! You may continue! 💜🤫
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After our New Years party, my drinking days were practically over. Somehow, I woke up in the bathtub with a popular saxophone player the next morning. Although he looked magnificent, I am proud to say that my dress was still on and the tub was dry. The cocktail dress I was wearing was horrendously expensive and, with the money I make, I couldn't afford another one.

Once my small situation was clear, Jana and Jessica got together with me to find Carmon and Rena. I expected for Carmon to leave the party with a rather mysterious man again. Rena, on the other hand, was around the house somewhere. My main concern was Rena because she barely leaves the house.

Jessica went in the closet to put the chairs away and found the two missing party hosts in there. To be honest, I wasn't surprised that Carmon was in there. There was no doubt in my mind that she would be in there hooked up to someone.

However, I was surprised that it was Rena who was shacked up with my whore of a sister. Then again, maybe I shouldn't have been so surprised. Rena's pretty easy to persuade. All in all, what a bunch of whores.

Although I felt bad because Rena had fallen into the other girls' antics, it didn't faze me any. I was the only one that was strong enough to withstand the peer pressure thrown at me. Well...maybe not so much with the drinks. Even with drinks in me, I still withstood anything else that was offered to me. You would never catch me having sex with females, doing drugs, or doing anything idiotic.

Why do people do these things? Because they're desperate and want to entertain themselves. They want to that thrill and are willing to do anything and everything to get it. Go ride a fucking rollercoaster or something.

Either way, it seems like I'm the last one standing out of all of the ladies here. I haven't had sex in so long, haven't done drugs, still in college, making some kind of money, and still look fabulous while doing all of these things. Yes, I guess you could say I landed on top and don't have any plans of falling to the bottom anytime soon.

It was the day of the charity ball and my mind was set on showing that Megan tramp who the real head bitch in charge was. Since I was no longer in the sorority, I was free to do anything that would knock that sorority princess off her pedestal. Embarrassing that wench at this charity ball was low on my list because she could embarrass her own self.

Looking through my overly packed closet, my hands stopped at my pink sequin ruffle ball gown that hadn't been worn since my 16th birthday. The dress flowed down to the floor and had a heart-shaped V-neck. This House of Wu original cost way more than all of our rent put together. As much as Aunt Clara preached how to never wear the same outfits twice, this dress was worth wearing the second time. Maybe I could snag me a good-looking rich gentleman in this dress.