ITCH

A/N: View the world through eyes of a bitch.  You know, the ones in those stories that’re bitchy to the main character and end up losing their boyfriend to her.

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Damn, I looked hot. I was hotter than hot – I could be a supermodel. Well, of course that’s what I was going to be when I grew up. Not as a job though. Just a hobby. Who needs a job when your daddy’s super rich and gave you everything you wanted? I had it all. Looks, money, power. Sure, I wasn’t super smart, but I could just hire some advisor when I was older. I entered the highschool campus and grinned. Heads were turning toward me as it was fit. I even noticed a guy making out with his girlfriend staring below my face. I’d tell her later. Seeing my two ‘friends’, I called out to them.

“Hey Lily! Chrissie!” I grinned. “Like my new outfit?” I had on a pink tank top, whose decorations were cut out to show skin. On the lower half of my body, I wore a white skirt, up to my fingertips. They looked envious, but forced a grin anyway.

“Hey Lisa! Damn girl. That looks smokin’ on you,” Lily complimented. She was wearing some crappy yellow baby doll tee with a white skirt she had worn once already. How gross was that? This is why these two weren’t truly friends. Friends won’t let friends be embarrassed by your cruddy clothing. Chrissie and Lily were far from my beauty and talents, but they weren’t as pissy and annoying as the other girls, so they were good enough. For now.

“I agree. Jake, Kevin, and Leo are so totally going to love that,” exclaimed Chrissie, about five seconds later. Shit. She was such a slut. Everyone knows you’ve got to comment, like, right away. Anyway, Jake, Kevin, and Leo are my boy toys. I’ve got them so whipped. They even know about each other, but aren’t willing to give me up.

“I know. Ah. I’m supposed to meet…” I took out my planner and peered at today’s date. I’ve got to be organized and give my boy toys an equal amount of time each. Except Leo. He can have a little extra. He’s cuter than the other ones, though not hot enough to be my boyfriend. “Kevin before first period. Play a little tonsil hockey, y’know?” They knew. Everyone in the school knew. That’s why they all hated me. They were envious. Just like when Lincoln won the election and those people were freakin’ jealous and shot him. My situation was just like his, except people don’t shoot supermodels. They rape them. Like I’d care, anyhow. As long as they don’t damage the goods.

“Ah. How hot. You’re so lucky. Your homerooms are near each other. Me and Andrew have to make out at lunch ‘cus our classes are so freakin’ far away from each other!” Chrissie gave a dramatic sigh. Suck it up, drama queen. What’s so bad about being late for class?

“Aw. You poor girl. But he’s worth it, right?” I tell her. It was actually kind of sad. She hangs out with me, and the person she picks to lock lips with is Andrew. Andrew wasn’t even one of the top ten hotties of the school, but she thinks it’s ‘love’. I think she’s a retard. “Well, I’m going to go. Can’t keep my man waiting.”

As I walk away, I hear Lily murmuring, “Slut.” She’s such a bitch, and just because she can’t even compare to my beauty. She might have the brains of the group, but you know what they say. Beauty over brains. About a minute later, I saw Kevin leaning on a locker near my first class with a group of girls surrounding him, actually trying to talk to someone that I talked to. Girls these days are so desperate. They’d have to do something about those zits all across their faces if they wanted one of my boy toys. That probably wasn’t the case though. If I were one of them, I’d want to know about me too, even if it meant asking the guy I made out with. I walked through the crowd and linked my arm around his.

“Hey babe,” Kevin grinned at me, with his pearly whites. I leaned forward and started frenching him, while giving the other girls a glare. Back off, he’s mine. In 30 seconds, we’re in make out mode, with him feeling up my skirt. He can’t make out right though. This is why he’s my third favorite of my boy toys. His hand starts snaking up my tank, and I slap it off.

“Don’t stretch out the top. It’s new,” I glanced at his blue eyes. Contacts. As long as he doesn’t get glasses and turn into some geek freak I’m fine with it. The bell rang and I gave his blonde hair a tousle before leaving him for my math class.

And in the front of the math class was my John Wilkes Booth.