Before the Murder
Here we go again. "Hey Andi," Parker, my boyfriend, came up to me before French. Let me say Parker is hot but not like DANGG hot. He's 5'8 and black hair with emo bangs.
"What do you want Parker?" I asked.
"I don't know, to maybe make-out with the chick I love?" He replied. Smart-ass.
"PARKER, YOU FUCKING CHEATED ON ME! WERE OVER,"I yelled.
"Stop yelling," the teacher on hallway duty said.
"Parker, I will say this slowly so your dumb-ass brain can understand. I said that you had one more chance and what do you do? You go fuck Allie,of all people, YOU FUCK A FRUIT! And instead of acting sorry and actually being sorry, you act all cocky and cool with it. So bye-bye fuck face." I said and walked into French.
"What the hell just happened out there?" One of my best friends, Ellen, asked me. She was my scene buddy. Ellen had brown hair with bright red highlights and was shorter than me.
"Parker came around wanting a quick one and I said we were over and he didn't understand so I 'simplified' it for him. Then he got mad." I said before sitting down. The bad thing about my French class is that the chick that he fucked, Allie, was in it and would spend the whole entire hour staring and giving me bitch looks. It pisses me off.
"HE FUCKER HER?" Exclaimed Ellen and my other best friend Kayla in sync.
"Yea, I know right! Since, you know, I totally have a STD. Or, that's what he told her," I told them.
"I'm going to go Dexter on his ass and he'll be sorry he ever set foot around you," Ellen said and Kayla agreed with her.
Nether of them would guess what would happen that night. See, we were all invited to a big party up in Indy, were Parker and his fuck buddy would be. Just. Great.