“Kyla… I…”

“Ashley.” She looked so disappointed with me. “I really wish I could look up to you.” My little sister shook her head before walking up the stairs too her room. I ran a hand through my hair.

“Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!” I kicked the island out of frustration. “Ouch!” Ok, ok, first I need to do some damage control… No first I need to kill Kirsten. She ran her big, fat mouth and now Spencer… I grabbed my dark jean jacket and keys. “Kyla, I’m going out!” She didn’t reply, but her music grew louder. All right, after I kill Kirsten and talk to Spencer, I need to talk to Kyla.

When I pulled into King High, I started to scan the crowd of posers, jocks, and users. And oh, there she was talking, lying most likely. Occasionally she’d smirk over in Spencer’s direction and… oh shit. Spencer was storming over to her. She threw her pom-poms onto the grass and was getting closer to Kirsten’s group. I quickly jumped out of my Mustang.

“Yeah, I know right?” Kirsten said to a blonde guy on her right. “I forgot how amazing she was in bed. Uhn, you don’t even know how good she is… especially once we warmed up.” She smirked. Spencer was gaining ground, her fists clenched and a scowl that honestly scared me plastered on her face. “I guess that’s what happens when her little toy can’t satisfy her.” Oh no, she did not just say that! I was only half way there by the time Spencer reached the Amazing Blonde Bimbo. Shoving her hard in the chest, Kirsten actually stumbled back a few feet.

“Shut the hell up you whore!”

“You stupid bitch!” She did just not call my baby a bitch. A small fist nailed Kirsten in the jaw. By now I had broken into a sprint. My ex, still a little wobbly, threw a punch that just caught Spencer in the cheek.

“Do not touch her!” Pushing through that crowd of people that was surrounding them, I stepped between the two. Standing in front of Spencer, I clenched my fists. “Don’t you dare, don’t you dare touch my girl!” I growled. A little voice behind me spoke up.