Chapter 11
Meredith
I tried my very hardest not to scream walking with Henry. It was nothing against him, it was against, as I dubbed her now, Street Rat. She had taken away my Vladdie. He was mine, not hers, yet there he was, holding her arm close, cuddling her despite the fact I was right here. I watched his grey eyes grow. There was a lust in them. Rage overwhelmed my every pore. That was MY boyfriend, and SHE was all over him…and he was all over her! I clenched my eyes shut and pinched my arm. I was dreaming, I had to be. "Ow!" I yelped. Henry raised an eyebrow. "And you think she's weird?" he laughed. I glared bullets into the very core of his soul. "She is! She…..she hates fashion even though her mother is a designer." He pinned me to the wall of an alley. "Look, Meredith, I've TRIED being nice to you because you're Vlad's girlfriend and all, but you're the biggest slut! You can't even handle the fact Vlad is trying to be a nice guy to someone. Yeah, Phoenix may be DIFFERENT but that doesn't mean anything to you. You stick to your clone like ways, chasing after Vlad, dude, he broke up with you for a reason. You wanna know why he got back with you?" I squeaked. "Why?"
"Because Melissa Hart told us you wouldn't stop SULKING! SULKING FOR TWO YEARS! TWO FUCKING YEARS!" I quivered in fear. "I…I loved him. I know the real Vlad, not the one everyone sees." Henry rolled his eyes. "No you don't, just walk by yourself, whore." Henry turned and ran to Phoenix and Vlad. Why was he on Phoenix's side?
