Kirsten Pierce. How to describe her? Hmmm…. Beautiful. Blonde hair, blue eyes, to die for body. Every girl wants to be her, and every guy wants to have her. Simple as that. A lot of people say that she’s the perfect Barbie. The perfect star to be a clichéd type of popular cheerleader. Well, they’re right. She’s got it all. The money. The looks. The personality. And no. I’m not saying kind, sweet and caring. I’m saying evil, mean, and bitchy. Yes. A bitch.
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Kirsten partied like it’s the end of the world. Well, not the end of the world, but the end of summer. Its two days before school begins and Kirsten’s on and off boyfriend throws a gigantic party. So basically, she’ll have fun.
She made her way towards the dance floor, feeling giddy and in the mood. She started dancing to the music, which was one of her favorite songs: Sexy Bitch. As soon as the chorus hit, she felt a pair of hands grip her waist and started dancing with her. A little while later, she turned around to get a look at the unknown dancer and grinned when she saw a guy in the football team.
They started grinding against each other and without a car in the world, staggered towards the dark corner of the house where-in there was a love seat. She pushed him down the seat and sat on his lap and started to make out with him. Soon enough, his hand was creeping up her skirt and her shirt. Grinning madly, Kirsten bit his lip and jumped off of him. But not before bending over to get her heel to let him view down her shirt.
She strutted towards the lounge (where it was kind of quiet) to call her driver to pick her up. But unfortunately, she tripped and landed on the carpet. Giving a view on her ass to whoever’s behind her.
“Damn!” Dave—Kirsten’s BF—whistled at the sight of his girlfriend’s ass.
Kirsten smirked over her shoulder and stumbled towards Dave. He dragged her towards the stairs up to his room and pushed her against the wall as soon as they were isolated. His eyes twinkled in mischief as he pressed against her before devouring her lips. They stumbled inside Dave’s room and fell on the bed. Resulting in giggling from Kirsten. Dave crawled to her and started to make out with her. And we all are smart enough to figure out the rest right? Of course! Clothes started disappearing; moans of pleasure echoed through the room and shouts of ecstasy filled the night.
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The next morning, clothes were scattered across the room and there laid on the bed, two naked teenagers, tangled in sheets. Kirsten rubbed her eyes open. She felt something warm draped across her stomach and a heavy head on her chest. Groaning, she put hand on the person on her and pushed him off. She got up from the bed and started to dress. The door burst open and a girl with blonde hair that looked about the age of seventeen glared at her.
“Hey Lily.” Kirsten said with a sarcastic smile.
Lily’s glare turned into an eye roll. She cocked her head towards the sleeping body of Dave and pointed to the clothes strewn across the floor.
“I take it you banged him?” Lily asked. Kirsten grinned and pulled on her sequin dark blue dress. She slipped into her heels and brushed the hair out of her eyes.
“Hell yeah.” She picked up her purse and walked towards Lily with her hand held out. “Where’s my money?”
Lily hesitantly gave Kirsten the one hundred bucks that she owed her. Kirsten snatched away from her hands and tucked it in her purse. She won the bet. Dave slept with her and there’s that. Smiling in triumph, Kirsten dialed her driver’s number and asked him to pick her up.
“So, you gonna break up with him?” Lily asked.
Kirsten looked at her straight in the eye and shrugged. Like she give a damn.
“Probably.” She flashed back to the kiss with the football player. “I cheated on him last night.”
Lily laughed out loud and Kirsten just shrugged again. Not having a care to the world. She does this all the time. Bitching everything out.
“Again?” Kirsten rolled her eyes and plonked down the bench outside Dave’s house. “You think he’ll be okay with you breaking up with him?”
She groaned loudly and smacked Lily’s arm. She hated questions like that. She may be a bitch but she’s not a physic.
“I don’t give a damn alright?”
Lily looked at her amused and stated out the obvious, “You’re such a bitch.”
After that, they laughed out loud. Not having a care to whoever hears them. She couldn’t wait for school. High school would be a breeze. She would be on top and the others will be down the bottom. She would enjoy every bit of fright that the lower rankers would have. Just the thought of her favorite-person-to-torture made her smile. Now she couldn’t wait much longer. Just like she imagined, high school would be a breeze.