too, because her happy smile turned to ice in seconds.
“You get him girl.” The girl seeking Chad laughed.
“No, she won’t.” Candy said loud enough for the skankets to hear.
“Excuse me?” The girls both looked at Candy.
“You heard me. And I’m telling you, that neither of them is taking you home. Noah is going with me tonight, and Chad doesn’t want to experience yet another fangirl.” That was Candy, bitch extraordinaire.
“Well, honey.” The cheapest looking one of the two said. Her hair was frizzy and not tamed at all and the red was total bottle job. Her makeup was too heavy and her clothes a size too small. She was the embodiment of the term fangirl. “How about we let Noah decide if he wants a stuck up cold bitch or a good fucking time.”
I swear I have never experienced such disdain for two women in my entire life.
“I know Noah Becket pretty well, and I’m pretty sure that he’ll choose Candy every time, especially if you’re the only other option. Noah may think with his dick, but he has class and charm on his side, and those are qualities you and your equally disgusting friend lack.” I said my piece and then turned from the scowls they were both throwing at me.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, whore?” The girl’s friend asked with a shocking level of hatred for me and the truth I spoke. She was a little heavier than her friend, but appeared to be wearing the same size clothing. Her blonde hair was brassy from too many bleach jobs and there were large chunky black streaks over the crown of her head. Her eye makeup was heavy, but not awful, and her cherry red lips destroyed any promise that her eyes offered. This woman lacked self confidence and panache, and reeked of desperation. She made me sick in a heartbreaking sort of way.
“That would be my baby sister, and that sexy ass next to her is right. I am going home with her tonight.” Noah said matter of factly as he walked up to Candy and shoved his tongue down her throat.
The girls’ faces registered shock, but neither one said a word and quickly got up and moved to the opposite side of the bar. Two down, only one hundred and fifty or so more to go.
“Did you go see Chad?" Celeste asked, cringing as she took a sip of her beer. Celeste had always been a bit of a follower when it came to the band, but I liked her when her guard was down. She was sarcastic in a funny way, not rude by any means, and she was genuinely nice to me. Others however like Candy and Cassa she didn’t really...vibe with. Knowing she was a friend of Chad’s I was deliberate in making sure she felt welcome.
"No, I didn’t want to make him nervous." I didn’t know if that was true or if I was still trying to get used to Chad and I being a topic of conversation in general. We had decided the night before to make our thing monogamous. My mind drifted to the conversation from early this morning when we were drifting to sleep in the boathouse curled around one another.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything more than the fact we are into each other, Carrie. If you don’t want titles I’m cool with it, but usually when you keep things monogamous, it means exclusive. I don’t give a shit about labels, just you, Carrie Girl.”
He kept telling me that and each time I liked it even more than the last. He was a persistent shit and just kept driving his point home that we should make things exclusive so that the girls at the show knew he was off limits and vice-versa with the guys.
After dealing with ho-bags one and two I could see his point.
“I’m cool with whatever Chad really.” I had said it, but it burned coming out. I was such a liar.
“ Look Carrie…” He’d strummed his fingers along my ribs like I was his guitar and started singing to me. I was toast . “I’m crazy… for you baby…can’t you see…. And I’m wonderin’ … if you’re crazy…. Just like me…”
He had sung my favorite Royal Bliss song and I’d melted. The
“You get him girl.” The girl seeking Chad laughed.
“No, she won’t.” Candy said loud enough for the skankets to hear.
“Excuse me?” The girls both looked at Candy.
“You heard me. And I’m telling you, that neither of them is taking you home. Noah is going with me tonight, and Chad doesn’t want to experience yet another fangirl.” That was Candy, bitch extraordinaire.
“Well, honey.” The cheapest looking one of the two said. Her hair was frizzy and not tamed at all and the red was total bottle job. Her makeup was too heavy and her clothes a size too small. She was the embodiment of the term fangirl. “How about we let Noah decide if he wants a stuck up cold bitch or a good fucking time.”
I swear I have never experienced such disdain for two women in my entire life.
“I know Noah Becket pretty well, and I’m pretty sure that he’ll choose Candy every time, especially if you’re the only other option. Noah may think with his dick, but he has class and charm on his side, and those are qualities you and your equally disgusting friend lack.” I said my piece and then turned from the scowls they were both throwing at me.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, whore?” The girl’s friend asked with a shocking level of hatred for me and the truth I spoke. She was a little heavier than her friend, but appeared to be wearing the same size clothing. Her blonde hair was brassy from too many bleach jobs and there were large chunky black streaks over the crown of her head. Her eye makeup was heavy, but not awful, and her cherry red lips destroyed any promise that her eyes offered. This woman lacked self confidence and panache, and reeked of desperation. She made me sick in a heartbreaking sort of way.
“That would be my baby sister, and that sexy ass next to her is right. I am going home with her tonight.” Noah said matter of factly as he walked up to Candy and shoved his tongue down her throat.
The girls’ faces registered shock, but neither one said a word and quickly got up and moved to the opposite side of the bar. Two down, only one hundred and fifty or so more to go.
“Did you go see Chad?" Celeste asked, cringing as she took a sip of her beer. Celeste had always been a bit of a follower when it came to the band, but I liked her when her guard was down. She was sarcastic in a funny way, not rude by any means, and she was genuinely nice to me. Others however like Candy and Cassa she didn’t really...vibe with. Knowing she was a friend of Chad’s I was deliberate in making sure she felt welcome.
"No, I didn’t want to make him nervous." I didn’t know if that was true or if I was still trying to get used to Chad and I being a topic of conversation in general. We had decided the night before to make our thing monogamous. My mind drifted to the conversation from early this morning when we were drifting to sleep in the boathouse curled around one another.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything more than the fact we are into each other, Carrie. If you don’t want titles I’m cool with it, but usually when you keep things monogamous, it means exclusive. I don’t give a shit about labels, just you, Carrie Girl.”
He kept telling me that and each time I liked it even more than the last. He was a persistent shit and just kept driving his point home that we should make things exclusive so that the girls at the show knew he was off limits and vice-versa with the guys.
After dealing with ho-bags one and two I could see his point.
“I’m cool with whatever Chad really.” I had said it, but it burned coming out. I was such a liar.
“ Look Carrie…” He’d strummed his fingers along my ribs like I was his guitar and started singing to me. I was toast . “I’m crazy… for you baby…can’t you see…. And I’m wonderin’ … if you’re crazy…. Just like me…”
He had sung my favorite Royal Bliss song and I’d melted. The
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