Ok i have posted this on here before, but i let it go. Now i want to edit it and repost it.

Chapter 1

“Get off my man, you fucking whore”

The other girl seemed to scoff, “I’m the whore? I’m the bloody fucking whore? I’m not the one on her knees all day!”

I looked at the first girl wondering whether she fully comprehended the situation, Laura – the second girl- was in fact the man’s in questions girlfriend, and undoubtedly my best-friend. Though at times like this – when I was holding her silver hoop earrings so they didn’t get torn off in a cat fight – I really wished she wasn’t, because one day I was going to die of embarrassment.

The said ‘man’ was slouching against the grey lockers, his friends surrounding him, all of them blatantly amused. Insufferable bastards.

I glanced at Laura again, this time it seemed she was faring fine – her lip-gloss was still not smudged and her shoes didn’t need re-heeling. Yet. Laura’s boyfriend was notorious play-boy and man whore of the century…or more plainly known as Damon. He had crowds of girls after him, and never seemed to attain a girlfriend for more than a couple weeks (or rather, his girlfriends never attained him for more than a couple weeks), if he even had one at all. I think he preferred sleeping with a new girl each evening, but then I didn’t keep tabs on him. Laura had been dating him for two weeks and three days, and even though I was her friend it was about two weeks more than I expected. And had wanted for, as her best-friend I had her best interests at heart.

“Look bitch, I don’t know who the fuck you are but you are over you head if you think you can be Damon’s girlfriend” the first girl, Marie, practically screamed at her with a slight French drawl. That was uncalled for; Laura was pretty, in a blonde innocent sort of way.

Laura lent in a no-you-did-not-just-go-there posture “um…just so you know, I am his girlfriend”

“Yah, but for how long?” she asked.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Damon shift and push off the lockers. Laura had turned around and stalked up to Damon (a confidence I was sure she had only acquired after she started dating him) and lent in for a kiss.

I looked away. I didn’t have anything against public affection, but when it was my best friend with a guy who I though was the most conceited, arrogant bastard in the world that only had a sexy ass going for him…

Upon taking in the scene, Marie screamed, and through herself at the couple. She tugged at Laura’s messy ponytail, jerking her head away from Damon’s (something I would always be grateful to her for) and started to scratch at Laura’s perfect pale completion.

No one seemed inclined to step in, I suppose it was the most entertaining thing in their day. Personally I couldn’t understand why they were fighting over the piece of ass standing smirking at the two of them. It would be anytime soon and a teacher would round the corner and then the crowd that was encircling the two girls would disperse. But that might be a few seconds to late. By then Laura could have a spilt lip and her blonde extensions might have been ripped out (and no matter how much I hated the things I preferred my t-shirt to stay dry instead of soaked with tears), so essentially I had to step in.

I took one step into the small clearing that was cleared in the middle of the onlookers. “Laura” I put a hand on her shoulder while she tried to rip a clump of Marie’s red hair out. “Let’s go, you’re embarrassing yourself”. It was the third fight I’d broken up since she had been going out with Damon, and the first two times she had listened to me and come with me, even if reluctantly. She didn’t feel inclined at the moment; I suppose she was too busy thinking about how to impress her precious boyfriend.

No one was listening to me. I looked up frustrated, my eyes met with a pair of amused blue eyes. I returned Damon’s look with one of disgust and loathing. My eyes had returned to Laura before I had time to see the blue eyes look slightly shocked. I had never spoken to Damon before Laura had gone out with him, and even now as they were fuck buddies I had only talked to him twice, and what I had gathered from those two conversations had made believe everything I’d heard about him.

I started to pull Laura gently away from the other girl, but unfortunately with no avail, it seemed the blonde girl had more muscle than I had originally thought. I tugged harder, I knew I was stronger than Laura…hell; I was stronger than most people.

Laura came free out of Marie’s arms and I stood firmly between them. “Go” I said to Marie and when she refused to budge I pushed her through the crowd. After screeching for a few seconds she went to the refuge of her friends and stalked off.

“You” I said to Laura. “Off we go”

I started to pull Laura away from the crowd that still hadn’t dispersed when I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. I turned around.

“You know, I don’t like the way you’re talking to my girlfriend” Damon said down at me.

I scowled at him “Look, bitch” now I was loosing my temper. I usually hated confrontations, not because I was afraid of them, but because I knew I would loose my control and eventually, probably hurt someone. “I don’t know who you think you are, but just because you two are fuck buddies you have no right to order me around. And don’t bullshit, you were laughing at her when she was fighting. What does it do? Turn you on?” What I really wanted to say was ‘God don’t bother like you actually care about her, we all know you’re gonna dump her in a few days’ , but I didn’t because that would hurt Laura. And being a selfish creature I was still thinking about my dry t-shirt.

I turned around again and led Laura away from the group, leaving a shocked – at least I hoped he was - Damon. I was quite certain I was the first to ever say anything like that to him.

Laura was reluctant to come with me; I could feel her steel pitiful glances backwards. Idiot girl, I really wondered whether she preferred Damon as a person or the attention that came with it. I doubted it was the first, and if it was then it had something to do with his looks not his personality (I hated him but I wasn’t blind).

I couldn’t honestly figure out why Laura had said ‘yes’ when he’d asked her out, but she had, and then this whole charade had started. It was obvious that she was just one of those girls with long legs that he wanted to fuck. I knew Laura had always fancied Damon, but then so did all the female population – myself and a few others differ – but I had never taken it seriously. I genuinely thought we had a mutual understanding that he was an asshole who shagged everything with two legs. Laura was one of those young impressionable girls who was a hopeless romantic that preferred to indulge in books by Christina Dodd, filled with sex and romance instead of reality. Even though she was my best-friend I couldn’t wait for the day he dumped her so she would go back to being her normal annoyingly chirpy self.

I carried on dragging her through the corridors until we were by my locker. I opened it without glancing at Laura, although I could feel her shifting uncertainly. I got out my books I would need for my homework and slammed it shut again. I walked off without another word. I heard the patter of a second pair of footsteps.

“…why are you mad at me?” Laura asked as she tried to keep up with me.

I didn’t answer.

She tugged on my arm. I pulled my arm free easily and walked on faster. She grabbed me again, and by this time we were out at the front of the school. I stopped and turned around. “You want to fucking know why I’m pissed off, Laura? Well I’ll tell you, you fucking fight with some red head slag for your boyfriend, who by the way is an arrogant bastard”

“You’re just jealous” she said but there was no conviction or force in her words.

I sneered “Pft. Why the hell would I be jealous, you’re dating an egotistical arrogant bitch who treats you like shit. I don’t even understand why you’re dating him, is it the attention or does giving head repeatedly give you pleasure?” I paused “But whatever floats your boat, but next time you get in a fight don’t expect me to haul you out so you don’t get suspended or watch as you’re boyfriend watches and laughs. And don’t expect me to be there when he breaks up with you” I stopped and said more quietly “You’re better than him, you deserve better, that bastard doesn’t deserve you”

Laura’s face had gone whiter and whiter through my speech. She was looking nervously behind my shoulder. Oh shit.

“He’s behind me isn’t he?” I asked

She nodded and I turned slowly. Damon and a group of his friends were behind me, most of them were trying to keep from hysterics. They weren’t doing a good job, I might add.

“Egotistical arrogant bitch, huh?” he said thoughtfully “you know I’ve been called a lot of things, but surprisingly those words have never been said about myself”

“That can’t be true” I said testily. “But then maybe most people aren’t fond of telling the truth”

“Why do I get the feeling you aren’t either?”

“Touché” I said my eyes narrowed.

He smiled silkily. I wanted to gag, how Laura fell for these charms was beyond me. “Will you give me the pleasure of knowing why you think so lowly of me?”

“Pleasure? I hardly think what you will hear will you give you that. But I will tell you anyway, because I’m I nice person” if he thought this wasn’t true then he gave no sign. I noticed he hadn’t said my name, perhaps he honestly didn’t know it, but then I wasn’t sad about that since he probably didn’t know Laura’s either. “You are an insufferable bitch because…well I don’t know why, but you are one because that’s the way you are” I finished off lamely. Very lamely.

“I don’t think you’ll be thinking about me as a bitch by the end of the week” he said lowly so only I could hear.

He took a step back and finally looked a Laura “You know babe, you are a little boring and stupid like your friend over here said, and to be honest I think it was time we split” I don’t know when it was the group behind him started to laugh, whether it was when Damon gave his little speech or upon seeing Laura’s face at the end of it. Either way I could have throttled them all.

He looked back at me, an eyebrow raised. “By the way what’s your name?”

I thought so. He didn’t know my name. I didn’t bother hiding my disgust before spitting out “Alex”

I looked back at the tearful Laura and sighed. If she hadn’t taken my comments on her stupidity to heart it was time I found my least favourite t-shirt and wore it tomorrow. Because I was quite sure it would be ruined by waterworks and snot. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure it was just going to be Laura’s, because whatever Damon’s reply to my statement on him being a ‘bitch’ it wasn’t anything but trouble.

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