"Ugh! Look at what she did Jackson! This is all your fault!" I could hardly believe the nerve of the immature rogue.
"Well James, it probably wouldn't have happened if you hadn't interrupted."
"Oh I am so sincerely sorry that you couldn't fuck your trashy girlfriend. Has she been tested for STD's? You might want to take her to the pound. They're good at treating disgusting animals." I spat out angrily.
Annoyed with the whole situation and reeking of alcohol from the vodka swizzler that had been spilled down my shirt, I rolled my eyes, and left the half dressed nymphomaniac to try and patch things up with his soon-to-be-ex whore of the week. I tried my best to ignore his growl of anger in my general direction.
I, Maggie James, was thoroughly regretting attending this party, to which I had graciously accepted an invitation.
Had I known I would interrupt my oh-so-favorite Tim Jackson trying to get laid, and in the process get soaked with vodka by his incredibly drunk... whatever she was, I would not have come.
This year was supposed to be my year. I'm a senior in high school, and I was going to enjoy life, party with my friends, and get into a good college. So far, all that was going according to plan, but he had to mess it up. He and I did not get along. Plain and simple. He was in all of my classes! How is that possible?
Tim Jackson. The very name makes me want to listen to nails on a chalkboard—for relief. We grew up fighting. He went to private school for a year last year, and now? He's back and still using women as efficiently as ever. For many of his conquests, it was their third or fourth time as his "girlfriend".
The man is attractive, I will allow him that. He plays football and basketball and works out in the off seasons. At six-foot-three, he subtly towered above my own five-foot-seven frame. His reddish brown hair was cut short to appease his coaches' wishes for a clean cut team. His brown eyes were smoldering in contrast to his soft cheek bones that were dusted with freckles. His jaw line and nose showed his manly persona in their angular shape. He was devastatingly handsome, but somehow his arrogant character cut through that every time he opened his mouth. He knew that he couldn't make me give in with only a flash of his signature charming smile. Even though I hated him, and was in constant awe at his level of conceit, his smiles did make my knees go weak. That secret will follow me to the grave.
Knowing my parents would understand, seeing as I was sober, I huffed out to my car, got in, and headed home. Smiling to myself, I remembered that tomorrow was an early morning at school. The amount of people I could "pity" for having hangovers was innumerable. --
I let out a low growl of frustration as I watched Maggie James stalk off. The curvaceous redhead was the cause of all my problems lately.
That bitch.
I was supposed to get laid tonight, but due to the drunken whines coming out of Tiffany's mouth, that would not happen.
Her ear splitting drivel pierced the air: "Your... you... don't l-love me! I, you, all you w-wanted was s-s-sex." She followed this profound statement by an Ethel Merman-esque, absurdly nasally sob.
"Please. Leave. You know I don't love you, you hooked up with me for sex, and you know it's true." With that I pushed her out into the hall right into the arms of some kid I had never seen before. That's unfortunate. She was hot. Tiffany is a typical high school Barbie Doll, and I had been looking forward to having my way with her. I was also, unfortunately, raised well by mother and knew never to take advantage of a drunk girl. I myself was not drunk because I find the hobby of drinking to be useless. Her awful whining had completely destroyed the stiffening I had started to feel in my cock due to our foreplay.
Had Maggie seen it during our argument I would never have heard the end of it. Maggie was a thorn in my side. She was an incredibly attractive thorn, but a thorn nonetheless. Her average height was complimented by the sheer amount of her. She was by no means fat, just incredibly curvy. Her hips were wide and womanly, and her breasts would fit perfectly in my hands. As I thought about Maggie's lush flesh I could feel the tightness returning to the front of my jeans. Regrettably, she had a mouth too. Though her mouth was sexy as hell and would look beautiful wrapped around my cock, she talked way too much. Plus, she's a prude and, therefore, not my type.
I took a few minutes to gain control then walked out into the same hallway I had just, rather unceremoniously, thrown Tiffany into, and I saw the party was winding down. As I carefully wove my way through the inebriated bodies, I laughed in disgust, and head out to my trusty red pick up truck.
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I needed to have a word with Tim Jackson. I need to have a very, very, harsh word with Tim Jackson. Apparently, to get back at me for the previous nights events (a.k.a his lack of sexual relations), he decided it would be a good idea to park in my parking place! The parking place I paid extra for in order to be closer to the building. He was in for it.
As I headed to check in for my first period study hall, I saw the object of my wrath. I hurriedly gave my name and head down the warpath towards him at the other end of the hallway.
"What on God's green earth do you think you were doing this morning when you so rudely parked in MY parking space?" His amused chuckling did nothing to help his case.
As the rest of the school entered into their classrooms, a teacher gave us the evil eye, hinting that we should "keep it down". Exasperated with whole situation, I looked around, located a nearby janitor's closet and pushed him into it. That was my mistake.
"What the hell are you doing? Crazy bitch!" It was my turn to laugh at his complaints. As soon I closed the door behind me, I knew I had made the wrong decision. We had about four square feet of room for the two of us.
"This is your fault. Nice going, James."
