Why Do Mean Girls Fall in Love?
Author's Note: Hi guys this is my Karley story I've been longing to do for a long time. Again, if you don't like Karley, I don't recommend you read. Just to let you know I ship Ryley all the way but this is just for fun.
'Marley, just admit you like him!' Jake Puckerman yelled after his girlfriend (however their relationship was on a record low), Marley Rose, hurriedly pacing after her in the bustling hallway if William McKinley High School.
'Not when you only want me to say that because you're a jealous jerk!' Marley shouted back, red-eyed with the tears streaming down her burning red cheeks.
'B*tch,' Kitty Wilde commented as the warring couple sped through the hallway. 'Little Marley chops is all sweet and lowdown, is she, yet for some reason always seems to be stealing the greatest show on Earth, huh? Well, Little Miss Kitty Cat would love to get her claws on this scratching post. I mean, Puckerman free at last? Is this my birthday?'
Posing in her trademark evil grin, she paced down the hallway in a most head Cheerio-like fashion and stuck her head right were Jake could see it. 'Realizing Purity doesn't put out?'
'I bet she would for him.'
'Well, obviously, the forcing her to tell the truth method didn't work.'
'Again, why are you still here?'
'Kitty Foyle wants to know everything, darling. Like how you're being beaten to the post by dyslexic Dumbo?'
Jake paused. Either Kitty was just criticizing him or she had ulterior motives. And knowing the deviation that was Kitty it could go either way.
'Well, Man of Steel, I'll leave you dolly daydreaming while I go catch me a Marley,' she snickered evilly.
'Kitty,' Jake began, figuring if she got in a good word, Marley would come running.
Then he realized he was dealing with Kitty. 'Yeah, Abusers Anonymous?'
'Nothing,' Jake groaned, walking off.
'Typical.'
When she found Marley, she was on the floor of the girl's bathroom, with, red stinging eyes, reeking tears flowing down her face. 'He doesn't love me! He doesn't, Kitty!' Marley sobbed, only letting a fresh batch of tears roll down her now enflamed cheeks.
'I bet he doesn't,' Kitty scowled. 'Look, Female Teen Jesus, I bet he doesn't love you, but so what? A feisty gal like you deserves better than him, you need to stop crying over a guy that was so going to love you and leave you anyway. In B*tchland, it's called a womanizer.' She gave a pained look as Marley wept even harder. 'Look, Bob Marley, or whatever your name is, come to my house tonight, so you can totally get over this loser who dumped you. OK?'