Warning: This story is for readers over the age of eighteen. It consists of sex, drugs and alcohol in a very vivid manner.
(Caught in A) Bad Romance
Chapter Two
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"I want your love and I want your revenge.
You and me could write a bad romance."
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"One more line, baby and then you can lie down."
I wipe the powder from my nose and quickly do another line before someone else finishes it off. I feel his hands on my shoulders and his light nips on my neck and it's pure bliss.
"Here."
I take the bottle of Vodka from his hands and guzzle it like the pro that I am. The burn feels good against my throat and I lean into him, sighing in contentment.
"Fuck, Bella." He groans, as I take my hand and place it on the crotch of his jeans, feeling his erection. "One of these days, you're gonna be the death of me."
"I know," I smirk knowingly.
His eyes are hooded with lust and I stroke him through his jeans. His moans are getting louder and his breathing is getting deeper. He doesn't seem to mind that we have an audience and I can't say that I mind either. As long as I can get high and get off, I'll fuck anywhere. As much as I prefer the Cullen abode, I'm so horny, I could stab somebody if they told me 'no' right about now.
"Tyler."
"Hm?," he mumbles into my neck.
"Unzip your jeans," I whisper in his ear.
"Not again you two, " Claire sighs, rolling another joint from the couch. "Seriously. Me and Jim don't need to see that shit again."
"Why? You want to join?," Tyler laughs as he looks over at her.
I don't stop my hand movements and I find it more erotic that both Claire and Jim are watching us. It might be because I'm high. I'm not too sure.
They're such fucking prudes.
"Ew, no." Claire wrinkles her nose in disgust. "I got Jim and that's all I need."
Claire may not agree but I see Jim looking at me like he wants to jump in and devour me. Hmm…
"Too bad," Tyler pants as he rests his head back in the crook of my neck. "This is my place. You bitches don't pay rent. You can go in a different room, get the fuck out, or… join us."
I laugh because this guy would do anything to get laid… kind of like me. He's got a nonstop libido that comes with an attached battery, making him last for hours. It's nice if you want your legs to feel like jell-o afterwards.
"Yeah," I grin. "Enjoy the show, kiddies. I got no shame."
I never thought I would ever sleep with Tyler Crowley. Things just happened one night and it never stopped. Soon after the Cullen's left, Tyler got mixed in with some bad shit and started hanging out with a different crowd. I rarely ever saw him. He started taking drugs and then bumped himself up to dealing.
Occasionally I would run into him in town and after hanging out a few times; that means him visiting me at the Cullen's for a proper fuck, we both became hooked. He likes the sex and I love the sex and drugs.
Besides, he supplies what I need.
It's a win-win situation.
"Yeah, you got no shame," Jim laughs. "Claire, maybe you could be a bit freakier like Bella and Tyler over here. It wouldn't hurt."
"Fuck off," She grumbles. "I please you just fine."
"Yeah, 'just fine', Bitch."
"Ouch," I laugh. "Claire, if you watch, I can give you some pointers."
She doesn't like my teasing and she storms out of the room and into the back bedroom, letting the door slam with a loud bang.
"Go take care of your woman while I take care of mine," Tyler instructs and Jim goes and chases after her. One: Because no matter what, he's pussy whipped. And Two: Because no matter what, when Tyler gives you an order, you do it; except for me. I'm nobody's bitch and I just might have to remind him of that.
I pause in my movements, my hand stilling on his hard cock and I glare at him. It's difficult since I'm high and I'm hoping I don't look stupid. He opens his eyes and gives me a look that asks why the hell I'm stopping but I hold my stare.
"Your woman? Let me make it clear to you that I'm nobody's woman. Have you forgotten that after I leave here, I'm just going to go back to the Cullen's to fuck some more?"
"Sheesh, calm down, Bella." He groans while rubbing his hands over his face. "I'm just fuckin' around. I know you're not mine. Trust me, everybody knows."
I wish I could take offence to that remark but I can't because I know as well as he does that everyone knows all about me.
"You're my bitch," I tell him. He likes it when I talk all dirty. Most men do. "Lie on your back and let me show you how much I appreciate you calling me 'your woman'."
"Fuck yes," He moans.
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After two hours of Tyler Crowley and me rolling around on the floor and three lines higher, I've had my dose. I step over the much passed out Tyler and wave to Claire and Jim who are heated in their own make out session and head towards the door.
Walking out into the hallway, I spot Jessica Stanley carrying a box into an apartment down the hall. It's like she knows I'm looking because once she lifts her head up, her eyes darken and she frowns.
I don't know what the fuck I did to piss her off but I'm glad. I was so sick of her chasing me around in high school trying to get the gossip out of me about the Cullen's. Now that's an annoying and pitiful human that I would gladly hand over to Jasper any day.
"Bella, are you moving in or something?" she asks once I reach her. Her eyes darken for a moment, reminding me of a Vampire on the hunt.
"No, just visiting some friends. You know… Tyler? He lives here at 32 B," I say pointing at his door. I try not to topple over, the effects of my high as I come down. I'm sure I look like a mess but I don't care. The hottest mess anybody will ever see, that's for sure.
"Oh. I didn't know you hung out with that crowd."
"And what crowd would that be?" I ask defensively. "You used to hang out with Tyler as I recall."
"Not anymore. Everyone knows about you, Bella. You've slept with almost every guy in Forks and it's no surprise that Tyler would be on that list."
The bitch obviously thinks she's going to do some damage to my psyche by telling me this but she's got another thing coming if she thinks she's going to crack me.
"That's impossible," I laugh. "It would take a long time for me to screw everyone don't you think? Or even close to."
"Whatever. You can't have my Mikey. As you can see we just got a place of our own and we're going to start a family."
She still thinks I want her man. If anything, she was the one who was drooling over what was mine in high school. No matter how many times she saw me and my man together, she would still eyeball the hell out of him, but you never heard me say anything. I kept my mouth shut.
"Who the fuck wants to have little Newton's running around?" I snap.
"I do," She says angrily.
"What about college? Why are you staying here?" I ask because it suddenly dawns on me that they're not leaving like the majority of our senior class. Nobody wants this small town life.
"Why are you staying?" she asks stubbornly.
"Because I have business to attend to, that's why. Now why are you still in Forks and not soaking it up in sunny California like you wanted?" My memories may seem a bit fuzzy but I clearly remember her telling everyone how she was going to 'live it up' in L.A and become some big star. In Forks, you'll become anything but that.
Her face softens a bit and varied emotions dance across her face. "Mike… he didn't get accepted anywhere. He'll be staying at the store and working with his mom. It's better anyway. Our future is set and we won't have to worry about anything. He'll always have a job here."
It's obvious she's trying to make it seem like it's all okay. She doesn't want me to rub it in her face. She wants to make it seem like she doesn't care and that it doesn't affect her at all. Maybe she shouldn't go to L.A because her acting skills blow.
"And you decided to throw your future out the window because of a guy who had a 1.1 GPA? God, Jessica you really are stupid."
I can't help but be a bitch to her. She's being pathetic staying behind for a guy who could really give two shits about her.
"Bella!"
We both look to see her 'Mikey', aka Mike Newton, in the doorway of the apartment. His blue eyes are sparkling as he looks me over from head to toe and I realize that no matter how many men I sleep with, he will never be one of them.
"Mike, Bella was just leaving. We wouldn't want to keep her now would we?" Jessica asks, clearly wanting me to leave her alone so she can wallow in her self-pity.
"Yeah, I really should get going." I agree. I need to get something in my stomach before I do anything else. "I'll see you guys around."
I swing my hips a little as I trudge down the stairs and I can feel their eyes boring into my ass, especially her Mikey's.
Hope you have a nice life living with your loser boyfriend. Cunt.
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