Chapter 5: Pent Up Anger
As soon as Peyton and I entered the party, we went looking for Brooke. Peyton wanted Brooke to be a part of this reunion. To be honest, I wasn't happy to see Brooke. Peyton and I used to be friends, but Brooke was never my friend. We were just acquaintances. I never liked her, mainly because she was a hoe. There's no denying it. One look at her and that's the first word that pops up in your head.
"She should be here somewhere. I saw her sitting with some man whore like 20 minutes ago."
"Don't you think that a LOT can happen in 20 minutes? Like may be she's upstairs having a lil fun of her own."
"Well Haley, then that would be her second guy tonight."
"Brooke never changes, does she?"
"Well she's a tid bit more mature, but that mature side only appears when you don't want it to."
We spotted Brooke talking to one of the many guys who offered me to become the next notch on their bedpost. I eyed this guy with such distaste and was about to lash out at him for just co-existing in the same room with me when Peyton coughed to get my attention. I looked at her and Brooke.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here. If it isn't Tree Hill's own lil perfect doll, Haley James, live in action," Brooke taunted nastily, but was cut off by Peyton.
"Brooke, lay off. You're over Lucas and so am I. I apologized to Haley and I think you should do the same." Peyton looked at Brooke expectantly. I looked up at Brooke, who was glaring at Peyton. I felt the raw anger start to rise up in my throat.
"Peyton fuck off, okay? I'm kinda busy right now with Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome," she said as she seductively glided her hands over his chest.
I cut in, because after all the shit she pulled, I still had some pent up anger that needed to be let loose.
"After all this time, you're still the same fucked up bitch you were in high school. You haven't changed a bit. You screw any guy you deem fuck- worthy, when you know that no one will stay with you for more than one night. I thought it was impossible, but you just managed to look more pathetic."
She stared at me, shaking with fury as her face turned steaming red. I immediately took this opportunity to make another verbal stab.
"O and as for being a perfect doll, I'm gonna take that as a compliment. The way I see it is that I am not a screwed up dumbass who whores herself around. I got where I am from hard work, something that must be foreign to you. Think of it like this: when I become something famous, you'll be working the streets as a 5-cent whore working overtime. When I'm rolling in money, you'll be rolling in dirt thrown at you. Don't ever look me in the face and ridicule my life. I worked hard for it."
I started to walk away, but I had to add just one more thing. "O and about Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome, I guess he picked you as the second-rate rebound. Just a lil advice, don't go for the desperate ones, because you're just proving how everything I just said is absolutely right."
I stormed off, relieved that I had gotten all that junk off of my chest. Wow, did that feel wonderful. I walked out of the dorm, but was stopped by Peyton.
"Haley, I am so sorry for what she said."
"It's ok. I'm used to her bitchiness."
Just then, Cheyenne was running towards me. Her face was one filled with pride, newfound respect, and happiness.
"O my God Haley, did you just yell at THE Brooke Davis, the girl that you have spent many a night planning her brutal death?"
I nodded my head, slightly entertained with her cheerfulness.
"Haley I heard the whole damn thing. It was spectacular. I'm giving you 5 stars for that wonderful performance and must ask that you come back in and yell at her some more."
I laughed at my friend. She sure knew how to lighten up any situation. Cheyenne started to laugh with such hilarity that I ended up laughing, too. After she stopped her hysterical act, she suddenly noticed a dumbfounded Peyton just staring at us bewildered.
"O who are you?" asked an enthusiastic Cheyenne.
"I'm Peyton."
"O my God, did you yell at her too?" Cheyenne asked me.
"O no, she's cool. Peyton this is Cheyenne. Excuse her outrageous behavior, she may be a little drunk," I introduced.
"I object to that!" exclaimed Cheyenne as she tumbled onto Peyton, who caught her.
"Ok Cheyenne, whatever you say. C'mon Peyton, do you wanna come with me to drop off my drunk-off-her-ass friend?" I asked Peyton, laughing at Cheyenne giving a couple of guys a seductive smile.
"Sure, wouldn't wanna miss it," laughed Peyton.
Peyton and I led Cheyenne towards the old vintage mustang. We plopped Cheyenne in the backseat, where she dozed off happily. I started the car and drove back to Harvard. Peyton crashed with us. We stayed up late watching old reruns of Three's Company and talking about school, guys, and other problems.
As soon as Peyton and I entered the party, we went looking for Brooke. Peyton wanted Brooke to be a part of this reunion. To be honest, I wasn't happy to see Brooke. Peyton and I used to be friends, but Brooke was never my friend. We were just acquaintances. I never liked her, mainly because she was a hoe. There's no denying it. One look at her and that's the first word that pops up in your head.
"She should be here somewhere. I saw her sitting with some man whore like 20 minutes ago."
"Don't you think that a LOT can happen in 20 minutes? Like may be she's upstairs having a lil fun of her own."
"Well Haley, then that would be her second guy tonight."
"Brooke never changes, does she?"
"Well she's a tid bit more mature, but that mature side only appears when you don't want it to."
We spotted Brooke talking to one of the many guys who offered me to become the next notch on their bedpost. I eyed this guy with such distaste and was about to lash out at him for just co-existing in the same room with me when Peyton coughed to get my attention. I looked at her and Brooke.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here. If it isn't Tree Hill's own lil perfect doll, Haley James, live in action," Brooke taunted nastily, but was cut off by Peyton.
"Brooke, lay off. You're over Lucas and so am I. I apologized to Haley and I think you should do the same." Peyton looked at Brooke expectantly. I looked up at Brooke, who was glaring at Peyton. I felt the raw anger start to rise up in my throat.
"Peyton fuck off, okay? I'm kinda busy right now with Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome," she said as she seductively glided her hands over his chest.
I cut in, because after all the shit she pulled, I still had some pent up anger that needed to be let loose.
"After all this time, you're still the same fucked up bitch you were in high school. You haven't changed a bit. You screw any guy you deem fuck- worthy, when you know that no one will stay with you for more than one night. I thought it was impossible, but you just managed to look more pathetic."
She stared at me, shaking with fury as her face turned steaming red. I immediately took this opportunity to make another verbal stab.
"O and as for being a perfect doll, I'm gonna take that as a compliment. The way I see it is that I am not a screwed up dumbass who whores herself around. I got where I am from hard work, something that must be foreign to you. Think of it like this: when I become something famous, you'll be working the streets as a 5-cent whore working overtime. When I'm rolling in money, you'll be rolling in dirt thrown at you. Don't ever look me in the face and ridicule my life. I worked hard for it."
I started to walk away, but I had to add just one more thing. "O and about Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome, I guess he picked you as the second-rate rebound. Just a lil advice, don't go for the desperate ones, because you're just proving how everything I just said is absolutely right."
I stormed off, relieved that I had gotten all that junk off of my chest. Wow, did that feel wonderful. I walked out of the dorm, but was stopped by Peyton.
"Haley, I am so sorry for what she said."
"It's ok. I'm used to her bitchiness."
Just then, Cheyenne was running towards me. Her face was one filled with pride, newfound respect, and happiness.
"O my God Haley, did you just yell at THE Brooke Davis, the girl that you have spent many a night planning her brutal death?"
I nodded my head, slightly entertained with her cheerfulness.
"Haley I heard the whole damn thing. It was spectacular. I'm giving you 5 stars for that wonderful performance and must ask that you come back in and yell at her some more."
I laughed at my friend. She sure knew how to lighten up any situation. Cheyenne started to laugh with such hilarity that I ended up laughing, too. After she stopped her hysterical act, she suddenly noticed a dumbfounded Peyton just staring at us bewildered.
"O who are you?" asked an enthusiastic Cheyenne.
"I'm Peyton."
"O my God, did you yell at her too?" Cheyenne asked me.
"O no, she's cool. Peyton this is Cheyenne. Excuse her outrageous behavior, she may be a little drunk," I introduced.
"I object to that!" exclaimed Cheyenne as she tumbled onto Peyton, who caught her.
"Ok Cheyenne, whatever you say. C'mon Peyton, do you wanna come with me to drop off my drunk-off-her-ass friend?" I asked Peyton, laughing at Cheyenne giving a couple of guys a seductive smile.
"Sure, wouldn't wanna miss it," laughed Peyton.
Peyton and I led Cheyenne towards the old vintage mustang. We plopped Cheyenne in the backseat, where she dozed off happily. I started the car and drove back to Harvard. Peyton crashed with us. We stayed up late watching old reruns of Three's Company and talking about school, guys, and other problems.