Cunt

Kassi POV A fews days later, LynZ had to leave for tour. We said our goodbyes and watched as the bus disappeared into the distance. The band and I walked into the house and sat in the living room, completely clueless on what we should do next. I laid back on the couch and put one of my legs over the other. “Damn, now I’m stuck with idiots for the next 6 months,” I said to piss the guys off. “Get used to it, kiddo,” Ray replied, awkwardly patting my head. I rolled my eyes and giggled. “This

“What?” “I asked you who Jenny is.” I look at him for a minute. He recites off a cell phone number that belongs to her. I stare at him confused. “Jenny, who is she?” “She’s my roommate and my assistant. Why?” “How does one assist a prostitute?” “Escort.” I correct him with angry eyes, as if the word prostitute is beneath me. Trig looks at me and nods. “Tell me more. How do you know her? What did she do for you?” I look at his gun and then back up to him. I decide to give him a short version

Tord was nearly sobbing, on his knees, looking up with his mouth open like a pathetic animal. His whole body was covered in various scratches, bruises, cuts, and teeth marks. Tears flowed gently from the corners of his eyes, desperate for any attention from the brutal man with the keys to the handcuffs that were currently on him. He had been teased and fucked and slapped over again, for what seems like hours and hours, in complete bliss. Tom had the upperhand the whole time, being able to do whatever

I come hurtling towards the club. I realized at the last second that I left my keys at the bar where me and Henry were talking. Kailey 's stupid vomiting made me put my keys and my purse down so that I could assist her. I must 've picked up my purse and assumed the keys were inside. God! Of all places and people to live those keys with! What was I supposed to expect? Of course they wouldn 't be there. I start asking the bartender for the keys as a last resort, even if he could 've taken them for

I smiled lazily and took the blunt from Kay and inhaled for about three seconds before shutting my lips together and handing it to Jay. When it was too much for me to hold down, I exhaled softly and watched the white cloud of smoke join joining the rest of it. I coughed a little but stopped myself by completely having a coughing fit by taking a drink of my beer. The tangy bitter taste I love so much was once again in my mouth and running down my throat. This was life. Jay's phone rang, and I groaned

"But Ms. S you don't understand tho! That girl be running her mouth way to much. I tried to keep my peace, but she was feeling jumpy" Safaye one of my students ranted about some other girl I caught her fighting. I swear these children these days. This girl know she can't afford anymore suspensions, but she steady wanna fight these little chicken head thots. Yeah I'm being harsh, but its the truth. Jefferson high is filled with chicken heads and wanna be thugs. Its crazy! It took me and 2 security

Finn couldn't stop the smirk on his face as he exited class. Rachel made him happy, but Quinn was something else. Phone still in hand he entered the girls restroom hoping Quinn would be the only one in there. Quinn was leaning on the restroom stall, waiting for him. "I really need to talk to you." Her eyes were red, and she didn't have the spark in her eyes she usually had. Rachel was in the stall eavesdropping until she heard a familiar voice. "Oh, hey, what's wrong? Is it the baby? Are you having

It was a dark and monotonous night. The efflorescence of humanity converged into a ballistic modernism, lingering on mental pinions, the hipsters, proto-, post- and pseudo-, spiraling perniciously downward in united mania. Mania of such magnificent pulchritude and beauty, melding, intertwining. all concentrated in a singular point where the energies thereof pulled magnetically the straggling no-knowers into it’s orifice, colorful deceit and beautiful delirium. The postmodern was nothing. Everything

Jeremy,  You really think I could be content and settling answering a phone at a desk 40 hours a week again? I like a challenge and problems, so I can kick ass with progress. Perhaps if I was president of a college, CEO, Administrator or consulting, writing an article/book/movie from home while looking at you eating strawberries naked with chocolate fondu, "Jeremy, I hope all that fat goes right to my cake". I’m going to make you feel as alive as Jennette down the road did me, everyday of my life

Sparks flickered into the darkness of the night sky as the trio sat around the fire watching the embers glow. Their hunger satisfied thanks to Amanda and Maggie’s success. The overall mood palatably more relaxed than the previous night. Relaxed enough Maggie felt comfortable enough to pull out a joint from her pocket. Shannon might’ve forced them to give up their packs and supplies at the beginning of this adventures but that didn’t mean she was willing to give up her herb. Holding one end into