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Chapter 13: New Age Girl

February 5, 2008
Time: 7:30 PM
Mood: Pissed
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Oh she is so lucky I didn't knock her the fuck out. Gah that bitch is going to fucking pay if she ever messes with me or K again. If her or her Gretchen do anything and I'll expose their little…

Breathe, breathe Janice. Inhale, exhale. Calming breaths.

Let's recount what just happened…and by what just happened I mean what happened a few hours ago. I've been trying to get my head clear, but it's not working.

So I went to the kitchen for a snack and I was just getting out of the fridge when I hear a squeak on the floor. I turn around with my arms full of stuff for a sandwich and there she is, queen bee her fucking self, Regina.

I say hi, to be polite considering it was her house or whatever. My tone clearly saying I didn't want to talk to her after that. However, she doesn't seem to get that. She just keeps talking. I keep my answers short, tone still evident of not wanting to talk to her, and she finally gets it, but makes some stupid comment about how she shouldn't have even tried with me? Tried? Please. Bitch wouldn't know the meaning of the word try if she looked it up in the dictionary. She's had everything handed to her. Every single thing she's ever wanted, she's gotten.

She spouts off something about K doing something to deserve what was done in return. She actually tried to deny it at first; I think that's what…no, no that's definitely what got me going. But the fact she tried to tell me K had anything to do with the reason they did it was what set me off the most.

Gretchen comes in during the fight and tries to "break it up." I get an interesting picture message from a friend who apparently was at the same club as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb the other night. Quite a compromising position those two were caught in. I especially loved the caption he included with it, "Spotted: Regina George and Gretchen Weiners. Is the Queen Bee changing teams? Keep your eyes open on the soccer fields this spring West Hollywood, there might be a new addition to the squad."

Sometimes I wonder if he's gay, but I've got it on good authority that he's got a major thing for K and her for him. I'll have to set something up…

But anyway, Gretchen thinks it's a good idea to grab my phone from me. Stupid slut. Have to disinfect that thing now. She claims to know something about me…how she could I don't know. I've never told anyone, never written about it anywhere. I keep it inside all the time. It's whatever; I don't have anything to lose. She can't touch me without fucking up Regina's future.

I made sure she knew I wasn't messing around.

I'm still so fucking livid I just…fuck it. I need to get out of here.

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I clicked submit and slammed my laptop closed. I told Kyla what happened, she said she understood and that she'd call me later. Later being tomorrow; she knew me well enough that when I was this pissed off I needed at least twelve hours to calm down.

I showered and changed, got my hair perfect and did my makeup. I slipped in my contacts; tonight, I was going to get action. Normally I would have better judgment on this matter, but it was a necessity. I was too riled up to work it off any other way.

The parking lot was packed, but it didn't matter. I walked to the front of the line; the bouncer took one look at me and opened the velvet rope without a second thought. He knew me, we were buds.

Straight to the bar and two shots later, I scanned the room for my target. I spotted the cute girl from the other night and made my way over to her. She was talking to some friends, I could tell just by the body language. I can read people, what can I say? As I got closer it was like she sensed me. Or it could've been that her friend saw me and nodded my way, which caused her to turn around. But, ya know, I like to think she sensed me anyway.

She sent a sexy little smile my way and said goodbye to her friends. When she got to me I grabbed her hand and led her out to the dance floor. The DJ was pretty good; playing just the right music. It was like he knew what kind of afternoon I had and made the playlist just for me. He knew I was getting my mack on.

I pulled her into me, using my hand on her lower back to keep her there. She didn't object in the slightest, but instead ground her hips into mine. As the beats flowed from the speakers our moves got more and more sultry. She turned me around, my back pressed tightly to her front. Her hand slipped under my tank top slightly, tentatively learning the skin there; plotting a course for later it seemed as her fingers skimmed lightly above the waist of my skirt.

We were both feeling it, the music and the alcohol that was clearly flowing through our veins, and when she kissed me I didn't object. I turned back around so I was facing her and indulged in those perfect lips. It'd been a while since I'd had sex, let alone kissed someone, so I enjoyed this to the fullest extent. They were so soft, it was hard not to anyway.

We pulled away, breathless and sweaty from both dancing and our impromptu make out. Her blue eyes had gone cobalt, oh she was ready.

"Wanna get out of here?"

"Your place or mine?" she asked with a voice lower than her normal one.

"Yours," I said.

We took my car, in case I needed a quick get away. I had a feeling I wouldn't need to, but better safe than sorry. I wasn't looking for anything serious, but this girl…there was something about her. Something that made me want her as more than just my usual one night stand.

She got us up to her room in no time at all. Our clothes were wrinkled from the groping on the stairs…and down the hall…and against the walls.

She was on the bed clad in nothing but her bra and panties; her pale skin looked good enough to eat, soaked in the moonlight. I climbed up the length of her body, being sure to kiss every exposed patch of skin on her stomach.

Hovered above her, I stopped to work on her neck; biting and sucking, leaving my mark. Poor girl probably thought I was a vampire or something. I made my way back to her lips after she threaded her hands in my hair and pulled me back up to them.

Raggedly breathing I asked, "What's your name?" I finally lowered my body onto hers and slipped a leg in between her thighs.

"S-Sydney," was her choked reply.

"Well Sydney," I said as I rocked my hips into hers, loving the gasps that came from her mouth. "You and I are about to get better acquainted."