Sorry I didn't check over the last one!

I was way to lazy, but I read back over, it was pretty

much just a few spelling errors, so I'm sure

everyone lived through it. :)

I finally decided to add a bit of drama in the Fiction,

Chapter 21: Screwed

Vaughn

Pure Sausage Fest. 100% drunk fools being their douchebags selves.

Seriously. Denny and Elliot are playing beer pong, and sucking fuckin balls at it.

Mark was going runnin around with the Beer Funnel.

Pierre and Will was sat down playing cards.

Me? I was sat to the table- my arms crossed, and hat down over my eyes. I sighed and looked at the clock, 12:32am. Only 1 hour and 28 minutes left until the stupid boat arrives.

The chairs to the table all became occupied around me. Great, they decided to grace me with their damn presence.

Elliot sighed, "I'm going to be so hungover tomorrow. Natalie is going to kill mr for being lazy and sick."

Pierre hiccupped and laughed, "Its okay. Your sister is fucking sexy when she gets angry!"

The boys all cheered with laughter. "Shut up, Pierre. She friggin twin sister..."

"Whatever man." Pierre continued, "She is a damn babe. She's flat as a board though... And she got no ass... I think it's the hair that does is for her." the guys nodded in agreement.

Will added in, "Yes, the attitude too. They are the best when they are saucy."

Mark joined in, "The attitude makes her hot. She's always on fire."

Really now, I always found her a down right bitch. Nothing intriguing about that

Elliot sighed, "Shut up guys. It's my sister."

Pierre chuckled, "Sorry buddy. I'm still trying to get in her pants, ya know. She's as innocent as I don't know what."

Pig, give the midget a scattered beer and his fuckin balls drops

If anyone said that about Julia, I'll plumbed them.

Denny cheerfully laughed and rose his glass into the air, "HERES TO ELLIOTS WOMAN! FOR GRACING US WITH OUTRAGOUS CLEVAGE, AND SEXY LEGS EVERY DAY!"

"HERE! HERE!" they all raised their glasses in the air.

I scowled angrily, but no one heard.

Mark began, "Elly boy! Did you tap that yet!"

I hate that blonde goddess damn prick, so help me, I'll fuckin kill em

"no man. I-"

He got cut off by Will, "The wimp can't even look at her in a snow suit without passing out! Not alone stark naked! Ol' Elly wouldn't know what to do with the rack she has!"

Elliot began to wiggle his thumbs, "guys.. Vaughn..." I must of been glaring harder than I thought. They all shut up and looked at me, shit baked, I must add...

"Anyway!" Mark bellowed. Obviously, being the king shit of the crew. "Denny man, Whats on the go with your Superstar? Why isn't she a super star anymore?"

Denny slapped his beer down, "Man, I dunno. She was sayin that she got dropped for something for some stripper or something."

Mark laughed idiotically, "WHO gives a SHIT!"

Will joined in, "She got an ass like a bubble. Fuckin hot."

Pierre nodded, "Yes. It's defiantly the ass that does her in. And that innocent face that makes her fanaticizing."

Elliot joined in, "Will, man, don't get me STARTED on Lily, bro."

The guys all drooled I'm pretty sure. "Man," Mark began, "She could be a fucking porn star."

Denny nodded eagerly, "I'd watch it."

Will added in, proudly Seriously, Will isn't pissed that his chaps are talkin bout his girl like that?" She certainly is a stunner. Her pale body is like velvet, and her body is perfect. Perfect size."

Mark added in, "Man, is she kinky or what?"

Will sighed "Not preciously... She is promised to innocence to the Harvest Goddess, 'saving herself for when she is wedded'. Load of bull shit if you ask me."

Elliot spoke up, "Julia says the same thing." he made akward eye contact with me, "Uh, not that I would do it or anything..." he kinda mumbled, covering himself up.

Denny added in, "Lanna is the same way."

Pierre nodded, "Yeah...same with Natalie.."

I sighed, idiots. They're all dyin for a bit of skin. Monsters.

"Yo," Denny piped up, looking at mark "what's with you and Sabrina?"

Mark sighed, "The usual boyfriend-is-not-rich-enough-to-support-daughter deal. He said the day I become a successful farmer, is the day I can date is daughter."

Pierre frowned, "Aw, too bad man. She was one of those intelligent types. Not many of them around."

Will added in, "Fantasies with her could range from anything. Sexy Librarian, secretary, etc..."

The guys stared at him in disgust...

I think its all disgustin-

Oh Wait, aren't they related? What the hell... Dirty fucker.

"Oh shit," he added, "Forget I EVER said that…"

The guys shrugged.

"Hey." Mark spoke up, "What do everyone think about Chelsea?"

My head snapped at the mention of the name. I swear, if they talking about her like she is nothin but a piece of tit and ass, I'll go fucking insane…

Denny shrugged, "Hmmmm…She is plain as fuck."

Will add, "Defiantly. She seems like such a drag to be around."

Elliot spoke up, "I go to her farm every day. She NEVER says a word. I think she is a ditz. Always got her head in the clouds."

Pierre spoke up,puzzeled, "Chelsea...who is Chelsea?"

"The farmer." the guys all spat.

"Oh," Pierre's eyes narrowed, "The bitch who beat up Natalie. Nat is right. She thinks she is too good for us. Too good for everyone."

Mark joined in, "Yeah man. Actually, she is a lame excuse for a female. I find her pathetic."

Elliot nodded, "It would kill her so start socializing."

Denny added, "Her eyes a fucking black man."

Mark nodded, "Its creepy actually. And her hair is so boring and dull."

Will added in, "Honestly boys. There is not one thing attractive about that girl. She is so..." he stopped for a word.. "Boring…"

Boring? Pathetic? A drag? Bitch? Pathetic? Creepy? Too good for everyone?

That is not the Chelsea I know. She is actually the complete opposite. What a bunch of jerks.

I cant fucking decide if I'm fucking raging inside that none of the idiots are 'into her' or if I'm pissed off cause they are fucking talking her to the dirt.

In my opinion, Chelsea is the best girl on this damn island, probably even the best girl I ever fuckin met.

Mark spoke again, "Do anyone know her 'vow' to her innocence? Is she waitin until marriage, orrr?"

Elliot snickered, "Believe me, if a girl like Julia is going to put out. Someone like Chelsea DIFFENTLY won't do it." he glanced up at me like a poor puppy dog.

Whatever. He is all talk and no action anyway.

And why the fucking fuck would Mark be interested in Chelseas fucking sexual views? Why the hell should he be fucking interested? It's none of his goddess damn business.

"Vaughn." I slied at the blonde asshole, "Your buddies with Chelsea. Is she a virgin?"

I rolled my eyes, "Why the fuck would ya want to know that? Its none of yer goddess damn business"

He shrugged, with that stupid smile plastered across his face "I unoo, might be interesting for future references. I bet I could screw her." he bragged, "Once a guy like me, gets at a lonely girl like that, they start screamin my name."

My lip curled in anger, what a fucking son of a bitch.

"Besides, Maybe, I could find out what's hiding under all those baggy shirts."

Fucking damn goddess asshole. Over my goddess damn dead fucking body will that goddess damn prick ever touch, and even fucking see what that young chicky up on the farm is 'hiding' under her clothes. The fucking goddess damn pig.

The guys groaned. One of them hollered, "Dude, I wouldn't waste my time on… That… If she had something to hide, she wouldn't be hiding it. You know what girls are like"

Wasting time on 'That'? They talk about her like she is some kind of fucking plague, or something.

And 'if she had something to hide, she wouldn't be hiding it'? Well, Unlike the other skanks on Sunshine Islands, Chels ain't no fucking slut. There is nothing worst than a Lady exposing herself, or making herself look like trash. If the girl is 'hiding something' than she is just being fucking sensible.

I shoulda known that comin here tonight would of just fucking poisoned me.

Mark smirked that disgusting, cocky grin. Fucking prick, and chuckled, "Vaughn man, what do you think? Do you think she would be a good fuck?"

I growled; what a goddess damn asshole. Here She is, trying to prove Mark is a fucking 'good guy' (good luck proving that one). And here he is, being a fucking inconsiderate, dirty, prick.

Why ain't I surprised? Who in their right fucking mind can talk about a woman in such a fucking away. I fucking HATE pricks who dis respect women.

More importantly, I hate pricks who disrespect Chelsea.

And with her fucking past, and how fucking traumatized she is with pigs, she don't want bastards like that trailing around her. Goddess only knows what he might try n pull with her.

And yet she is stupid enough to fucking try to 'prove he is a decent guy' just to fucking prove me wrong.

FUCK, I slammed my hand on the table, I have that poor girl SCREWED over, Why the hell do I have to be so god damn idiotic?

Elliot jumped, I swear that loser think I'm going to beat the shit out of him 24/7.

Mark smirked, and looked at me. He was obviously trying to piss me off. We do NOT get along… never did… never fucking well.

That greasy smirk rages my blood. I rose from the table, and grabbed hold to the fuckers shirt, looking him right in the fucking eyes while I spit, "Listen here, you prick. You don't go NEAR Chelsea. If I find out your trying to fucking, use her. You will have to deal with me."

Mark narrowed his eyes, of course the asshole isn't afraid of me. He is too fucking thick headed.

"Chelsea," I continued, "Is a successful farmer. A easy going girl, not too flashy. She's fuckin unique. If that isn't attractive enough for you crowd of cock suckers, to hell with ya all."

Mark continued to watch me, he smirked. That saucy little fucker, "So, she is worth the fuck, huh?"

I hauled the idiot in closer to me, "You don't deserve fucking Chelsea. Besides, She would never swoop so low, to the likes of you"

Mark scoffed cockily, while wiggling out of my death grip "Listen up, Cowboy. I hate having people tell me a girl is too good for me. No girl is too good for me, now I'm just gonna have to go get my hands on that girl, just to prove your wrong"

I scowled,

He smirked, "I'm gonna make the little weirdo go crazy for me, just you wait and watch."

Fucking wonderful. Lets see how this is going to fucking work out. Chelsea, wants to prove to me that Mark is a 'decent guy'.

And Mark wants to 'get with Chelsea' just to fucking spite me.

Well, this is going to be a fucking disaster. I fuckin hate fucking EVERYHTING. I fucking hate people. I fucking hate Mark. And I fucking hate how Chelsea has to always fucking prove me wrong. Goddess Dammit.

Elliot spoke, "Mark.., do you even like Chelsea?"

Mark stood up a threw his glass up and yelled "It all depends what she has to offer me boys! If she is willin to hit the damn sac, I fuckin likes her"

Well that goddess damn bastard.

To hell with this, To hell with him, And to hell with this fucking sausage fest.

I watched Mark and his little groupies laugh at his vulgar asshole ways, and the stupid proud grin across his face kept fucking rotting me even more.

I jolted forward towards him, grabbed his fucking shit, and fucking pounded my fist right into his jaw, than kicked my knee right into his gut.

"Ooof"

The prick fell to the floor, crutching into his stomach. I looked down at the idiot, and muttered, 'That's just a taste of whats in store if ya fuckin keeps it up. Stay away from Chelsea. Or else."

I turned, grabbed my bags, and left for my boat. Dreading for what I will have in store for me when I get back.

Mark

My wind escaped my lungs, as I hit Dennys hard and dirty floor. I scowled, watching the asshole exist the house.

I can't help but feel that I have something standing in the way of my plans.

Vaughn's right. And that just pushes me towards my goal even more

Chelsea is a very successful farmer. And that farm should have been mine in the fucking first place, If that old man wasn't being such a dick.

And face it. I'm head over heels in love with Sabrina. I want to marry the woman.

But like Regis said, I don't have the money, I can't even friggin support myself, not alone his beautiful daughter.

And the only way I'm going to get his blessing, is if I got that farm all to myself.

There is only one way to get the farm; Chelsea dies.

Well.. nah, I don't really want to kill the girl…

I have to get her to give up the farm.

But I know she is to determined to just quit… I have to make her never want to stay on this island.

I have to make her leave.

And the only way I can think of making the girl leave; is to make her fall completely head over head in love, then break her little heart. She will never want to stay on the island again.

Than when the island is on the verge of bankruptcy, and the town folk have to start leaving, I can claim the farm, get it up and running again. AndI can save all of Sunshine Islands.

Then Regis can see how heroic I am, and he will finally let me be with his daughter, and I will finally get what I truly want.

Operation take over Chelsea's Ranch starts tomorrow.