"You should learn to take a joke as easily as you take a dick, whore." I said to this fuckin' dumbass whore. I knew that she's a whore, five of my fucking classmates and other men just fucked her, and let me tell you a fuckin' secret. She even sell her body to an old hag, just to buy a new brand fucking car. How pathetic this bitch.
"How dare you! Are you insulting me?!" She angrily shouted at me. She's about to slap me but I stopped her by grabbing her wrist.
"Well, Bitch, I'm not insulting you. I'm describing you." I smirked then I set free her wrist.
I might get infected, If I held her for long. Duhh.
She's about to talk, but I stopped her again.
"Shhh, no one cares. By the way, credits to the owner." I said, pointing the insulting and describing words that I just said earlier, and I leave her dumbfound.
I am Mikaela Louise Dela Cruz. And I'm a Bitch, yes I admit it, but I'm a good person too. Well, my attitude depends on how people treat me.
(MLD Series #1)
Aurora Worthington's life was a picture-perfect script, written by people who cared more about appearances than authenticity. In Encino Hills, she was the queen of the high school elite-the untouchable blonde with an icy smile and a wardrobe that could grace a runway. To everyone else, she had it all. But beneath the surface, Aurora was drowning in a sea of her own insecurities, believing that love was something reserved for people who deserved it. People unlike her.
Her world was black and white-cold and lifeless-until a lanky boy from Reseda stepped into her life.
Miguel Diaz was the kind of person she had been taught to ignore. He was earnest, kind, and completely different from anyone she'd ever known. He wasn't wrapped in the privilege of Encino; he was wrapped in hope, determination, and an unshakable belief in second chances.
It was love at first sight-well, at least for Miguel. Aurora tried her best to ignore the way his big brown eyes followed her everywhere she went or how he took every opportunity to talk to her. But the more she pushed him away, the more she felt her carefully guarded walls start to crack.
For the first time in her life, Aurora wondered if someone could see past the mask she wore-and if she was brave enough to let them.