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Crazy bitch
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--Drea POV--
Here I am, minding my own business and concentrating very seriously on this new tattoo design that i want. It's a real badass hearts and daggers thing. I've got the TV off and my phone on silent mode. Because when i consentrate, i fucking have to have silence. I have the curtain up in the back, so everyone knows i'm back here trying to fucking draw.
I look up, feeling that someone's standing in front of me.
An airhorn goes off right in my ear.
"Sonofabitch!" I jump about a foot in the air. I throw my sketchpad at Pete, swearing more.
"Oh, did i ruin your pretty picture?" He holds my sketchpad up, ready to tear.
"You fucking rip it and i swear to god--"
He smirks, ripping my picture in half.
Pissed, I grab my remote, chucking it at him.
"Ouch!" He whines.
"you goddam assfuck!" I chase him down the bus, smacking him in the back of the head every time i get close enough.
"Easy!" He yelps, taking cover behind Andy.
"Move or i'll hit you too." I arm myself with my hockey stick--yeah, me and car's bus is a huge mess, there's shit everywhere.
"I'm not moving." He says in a mock-serious voice.
"Move."
"No."
"Move."
"Dude, I took my schools team to championships in hockey and was the lead in getting fouled. Move." I bring the stick back.
Andy steps aside, Pete jumps into Joe's lap, trying to hide.
I whack him with my hockey stick in the head. "You are such a fucking dickhead!"
"Get off!" Joe's crushed under me and Pete. I shove Pete to the floor, smacking him over and over with my weapon.
"Drea chill the fuck out!" He tries to grab it, serious now.
"I was working on that all goddam morning you mother fucking asshole!" I stand back up, yelling at him.
"It was just a joke, Drey!" He yells back.
"Do i look like i'm laughing?!" I throw my stick aside, going back into the back.
"What is going on?" Carly rubs her eyes, sitting up. She's been asleep all morning.
"He fcuking ripped it." I hold up my drawing, pissed as hell.
Carly grimaces. "Yeouch."
"Drea, you are one fucked up crazy bitch, you know that?" Pete yells from the front.
"And damn fucking proud!" I yell back.
Here I am, minding my own business and concentrating very seriously on this new tattoo design that i want. It's a real badass hearts and daggers thing. I've got the TV off and my phone on silent mode. Because when i consentrate, i fucking have to have silence. I have the curtain up in the back, so everyone knows i'm back here trying to fucking draw.
I look up, feeling that someone's standing in front of me.
An airhorn goes off right in my ear.
"Sonofabitch!" I jump about a foot in the air. I throw my sketchpad at Pete, swearing more.
"Oh, did i ruin your pretty picture?" He holds my sketchpad up, ready to tear.
"You fucking rip it and i swear to god--"
He smirks, ripping my picture in half.
Pissed, I grab my remote, chucking it at him.
"Ouch!" He whines.
"you goddam assfuck!" I chase him down the bus, smacking him in the back of the head every time i get close enough.
"Easy!" He yelps, taking cover behind Andy.
"Move or i'll hit you too." I arm myself with my hockey stick--yeah, me and car's bus is a huge mess, there's shit everywhere.
"I'm not moving." He says in a mock-serious voice.
"Move."
"No."
"Move."
"Dude, I took my schools team to championships in hockey and was the lead in getting fouled. Move." I bring the stick back.
Andy steps aside, Pete jumps into Joe's lap, trying to hide.
I whack him with my hockey stick in the head. "You are such a fucking dickhead!"
"Get off!" Joe's crushed under me and Pete. I shove Pete to the floor, smacking him over and over with my weapon.
"Drea chill the fuck out!" He tries to grab it, serious now.
"I was working on that all goddam morning you mother fucking asshole!" I stand back up, yelling at him.
"It was just a joke, Drey!" He yells back.
"Do i look like i'm laughing?!" I throw my stick aside, going back into the back.
"What is going on?" Carly rubs her eyes, sitting up. She's been asleep all morning.
"He fcuking ripped it." I hold up my drawing, pissed as hell.
Carly grimaces. "Yeouch."
"Drea, you are one fucked up crazy bitch, you know that?" Pete yells from the front.
"And damn fucking proud!" I yell back.
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