to stop. As they are dragging him away, I tell him this. I tell him…thank you for your service…faggot!”
The three men at the table started laughing hysterically. “You whooped his ass and called him a faggot?” asked BJ.
“Fuck yeah, I did. Bitch shouldn’t have stepped up to me. I don’t give a shit if you’re in the Army or a preacher or a fuckin’ UFC fighter. You step up to Clint Grayson, you gonna’ get your ass beat.”
Without a word, Ali went back to the living room and took a seat on a recliner, easily tired of Clint’s prideful boasting. She had considered going into the bedroom to be alone, but she didn’t want to cause a scene. Her fiancé wouldn’t like it if she did. While the initial rush of her puff of the meth was starting to wind down, she strangely didn’t feel like smoking any more. Jolie and Tasha were still talking like schoolgirls. For some reason, it just sounded annoying. In fact, everything was annoying. This was supposed to be an entertaining night. But here she was, irritated by every damn thing in this house and not even wanting to smoke any more. It made her wonder if the meth she smoked wasn’t very potent, or if her mindset was overpowering the high. She took another shot of whiskey, hoping that would be the kick start for her to get back into a fun mindset.
Hearing the faint sounds of two vibrations, Tasha grabbed her phone from her bedazzled purse. Her eyes grew a little disturbed when she looked at her texts. “Jenny May texted me. She said that her and Scar hooked up. What the fuck does that mean?”
“Maybe she meant hooked her up,” Jolie answered.
“Scar wouldn’t fuck another girl, would he? Not Jenny May, right?” desperately asked Tasha.
Ali could tell the question was geared toward her. “You really don’t know him. Of course he would.”
Tasha bit her lip in angst. “I’m gonna kill that little skank faced bitch!”
“Don’t blame her. Blame Scar.”
Tasha stood up, looking down at Ali. “You think he’d seriously fuck Jenny May over me? Look at me! I’m hot shit! Why the fuck would he do this?”
“Shouldn’t have told her where he lived.”
“Fuck you, Ali.”
Everything inside Ali told her to get up and slap the shit out of Tasha. How she deemed this girl a friend was now beyond her. She was barely tolerable. While Ali enjoyed having company when doing drugs or drinking, a quiet atmosphere was becoming desired. Not knowing what exactly to say and not wanting to start any shit, Ali decided to just shake her head and turn her attention to the television, which was doing nothing but displaying the musical artist and the song title on the screen.
“Hey hey hey,” yelled Clint, hearing what was going on from the kitchen. “What the fuck’s going on in there?”
“Your brother fucked my friend! Well, used to be friend!” Tasha shrieked.
BJ looked perplexed. “Who? Jenny May?”
“Yep. Stupid little cunt.”
Bird Dog was slightly saddened. “Damn.”
Clint smirked heavily on one side of his face. “Oh shit, that was your little crush, wasn’t she?”
“Not a crush. I just wanted a piece of that little ass.”
BJ jokingly consoled his friend, patting him on the back. “Hey man, ain’t nothing wrong with seconds.”
“Man, my brother probably ruined that shit. I bet she’ll be walking around all bow legged for days. I tell you what, Bird Dog. Stick a little piece of crystal in your pee hole, and I guaran-damn-tee you that Jenny May will be suckin’ on that thing in no time.”
Bird Dog laughed loudly, slapping the table again for good measure.
“Yeah, can y’all stop talking about Scar and that backstabbing bitch?” Tasha demanded.
Clint motioned with his hands for her to relax. “Hey, I know a way for you to forget about all that shit. Let’s get in the truck and hit the backroads.”
Jolie shot up from the couch, eager to do something else. “Sounds good to me!”
Tasha glared at Ali before following
The three men at the table started laughing hysterically. “You whooped his ass and called him a faggot?” asked BJ.
“Fuck yeah, I did. Bitch shouldn’t have stepped up to me. I don’t give a shit if you’re in the Army or a preacher or a fuckin’ UFC fighter. You step up to Clint Grayson, you gonna’ get your ass beat.”
Without a word, Ali went back to the living room and took a seat on a recliner, easily tired of Clint’s prideful boasting. She had considered going into the bedroom to be alone, but she didn’t want to cause a scene. Her fiancé wouldn’t like it if she did. While the initial rush of her puff of the meth was starting to wind down, she strangely didn’t feel like smoking any more. Jolie and Tasha were still talking like schoolgirls. For some reason, it just sounded annoying. In fact, everything was annoying. This was supposed to be an entertaining night. But here she was, irritated by every damn thing in this house and not even wanting to smoke any more. It made her wonder if the meth she smoked wasn’t very potent, or if her mindset was overpowering the high. She took another shot of whiskey, hoping that would be the kick start for her to get back into a fun mindset.
Hearing the faint sounds of two vibrations, Tasha grabbed her phone from her bedazzled purse. Her eyes grew a little disturbed when she looked at her texts. “Jenny May texted me. She said that her and Scar hooked up. What the fuck does that mean?”
“Maybe she meant hooked her up,” Jolie answered.
“Scar wouldn’t fuck another girl, would he? Not Jenny May, right?” desperately asked Tasha.
Ali could tell the question was geared toward her. “You really don’t know him. Of course he would.”
Tasha bit her lip in angst. “I’m gonna kill that little skank faced bitch!”
“Don’t blame her. Blame Scar.”
Tasha stood up, looking down at Ali. “You think he’d seriously fuck Jenny May over me? Look at me! I’m hot shit! Why the fuck would he do this?”
“Shouldn’t have told her where he lived.”
“Fuck you, Ali.”
Everything inside Ali told her to get up and slap the shit out of Tasha. How she deemed this girl a friend was now beyond her. She was barely tolerable. While Ali enjoyed having company when doing drugs or drinking, a quiet atmosphere was becoming desired. Not knowing what exactly to say and not wanting to start any shit, Ali decided to just shake her head and turn her attention to the television, which was doing nothing but displaying the musical artist and the song title on the screen.
“Hey hey hey,” yelled Clint, hearing what was going on from the kitchen. “What the fuck’s going on in there?”
“Your brother fucked my friend! Well, used to be friend!” Tasha shrieked.
BJ looked perplexed. “Who? Jenny May?”
“Yep. Stupid little cunt.”
Bird Dog was slightly saddened. “Damn.”
Clint smirked heavily on one side of his face. “Oh shit, that was your little crush, wasn’t she?”
“Not a crush. I just wanted a piece of that little ass.”
BJ jokingly consoled his friend, patting him on the back. “Hey man, ain’t nothing wrong with seconds.”
“Man, my brother probably ruined that shit. I bet she’ll be walking around all bow legged for days. I tell you what, Bird Dog. Stick a little piece of crystal in your pee hole, and I guaran-damn-tee you that Jenny May will be suckin’ on that thing in no time.”
Bird Dog laughed loudly, slapping the table again for good measure.
“Yeah, can y’all stop talking about Scar and that backstabbing bitch?” Tasha demanded.
Clint motioned with his hands for her to relax. “Hey, I know a way for you to forget about all that shit. Let’s get in the truck and hit the backroads.”
Jolie shot up from the couch, eager to do something else. “Sounds good to me!”
Tasha glared at Ali before following
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