Bex POV
"He dumped me," I said, as I walked with Cammie through the hallway, "He dumped me like yesterday's bloody trash can!" I shouted, my fury growing.
"I actually think the phrase is: like yesterday's trash, not trash can, Bex," Cammie responded.
"Oh, that bloody jerk! I didn't even like him before he asked me out on that stupid date! Worst two weeks of my bloody life!" I started again in rage.
"Just wondering here, Bex, but is 'bloody' like a British thing or do you actually plan on slaughtering someone?" She asked sarcastically, obviously trying to lighten my mood.
"Well, right now..." I answered playing along, "...BOTH!"
"Lovely," she answered, then continued, "Why don't you slaughter Tina Walters...or Dee Dee?" she asked reasonably, "That would do us all a favor."
"Tell me about it. I hate those bloody morons," I said bitterly.
"Speaking of 'bloody morons'," Cam started, "I know a moron who will most definitely be covered in blood very soon."
"Preston?" I questioned, "Oh, I hate that little cretin. The bloody jackass sits in front of me in History. Now him I wouldn't mind slaughtering," I said, grinning evilly.
"Good," she replied, smiling with me, "You're not the only one."
"Oh yeah. Liz told me about what happened at the diner..." I trailed off.
"Exactly. So then you know about our committee."
"Sign me up," I grinned.
"Will do," she smiled as we parted our separate ways for class; I off to English and Cam for her classes.
Joy.
I got to sit with Newman for the rest of the bloody period.
Maybe Cam would consider adding him to the hit list...