So... I know I have other fics to be updating... But this was a mid-studying stress-reliever. I can't believe school is actually taking over my life. What the hell am I doing in AP European history?? Um, oh yeah, that's right, BARELY PASSING. What was I on when I scheduled this year's classes?? Boo. Cross out senior year.
Jennifer Check was stunning. Like, absurdly, almost unrealistically, freaky beautiful. She was every guy's dream fuck and naturally, every girl wanted to be her (and fucking her probably crossed a few of their minds, too). She was, by Devil's Kettle's standards, a flawless individual. But of course, there was one person whoshe couldn't charm with her hair flips and mesmerizing strut.
Jennifer had first irritated Chip way back in the era of the sandbox. She would ask him daily where Mrs. Potts was and tried, more than once, to dump her chocolate milk on him. "Well, you are a teacup, Chip," She'd taunt. Her lollipop-reddened tongue always reminded Chip of a picture of Hell he'd seen at Bible school.
In middle school, when her tits came along and she had better things to do, like lose her virginity, she left him alone for the most part…
But in eighth grade, when he first took interest in Needy... She didn't like that so much. She caught wind of his little crush on her biff sometime over the summer before high school, and under the guise of practicing, so very intentionally hit him in the face with her expertly spinning flag. Since that oh-so painful one time at band camp, Chip made sure to steer clear of the auxiliary; one more thing Jennifer ruined for him.
To the Chipinator, Jennifer was like a leach. She sucked the life out of everyone she knew until her self-esteem-ometer reached "Egomaniac Douche Bag" and she felt full of herself.
"Why am I still around then, hmm?" Needy asked in response to his theory.
Perhaps that's what infuriated Chip the most.
Jennifer needed Needy, like something he'd never seen before. Jennifer didn't pull much shit with her; she knew she really couldn't.
They needed each other.
He knew they loved each other with that crazy, fucked-up, once-in-a-lifetime, bullshit love, and it made him totally and completely ill.
You're lime green Jello, Chipper!
He'd always play second fiddle to the devil.