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“How long has she been on the sauce? Aww, it’s gonna come back to haunt her someday. You just can’t mess with that shit.” Dick-wad number one said.
“Dude, you said she didn’t have a problem anymore. Where did she get the money anyway?” responded dick-wad number two.
"You know she probably stole it. She doesn't have two dimes to rub together." dick-wad number one knew a lot about me surprisingly which was weird since I didn't even think I remembered his name.
“You sound like my damn grandma.” Dick-wad number two had a point.
“You would have loved the sounds she was making last night when I went down on her.” Dick-wad number one made me smile. He had promise.
Dick-wad number two was not impressed, “You are such an ass-wipe!”
“Whatever nut-licker!” you could hear the smile in dick-wad number one’s voice.
“Shut-up you two!” I’d know Holt’s voice anywhere.
Why Lord, why did he have to be here too? Couldn’t you have sent a tropical storm or malaria?
"I think she is living in there, man. What kind of a chick lives in her car?" And that was Rich. I would kill him if given a chance, and the non-violence policy, not applicable where I was currently residing.
I was depressed and broke as hell, but not deaf. Were they that stupid? Could there be any bigger dick- wads? I ask you.
And thanks to Annie, it would appear that they were now huddled around my 2004 Honda Civic which was currently serving as both vehicle and home sweet home.
What could be more perfect than my already shitty life? Maybe someone could come along and rip out a lung, and I could see about removing all my skin?
"Open up, Hunt," I heard Holt knock on my window, but I just ignored him.
I reached around finding my stash and popped another hit. The sweetness hitting my bloodstream and immediately things started feeling better. There was an explosion behind my eyes, I could feel it in the veins. I needed this. I didn't care if they thought I was addicted.
The could bite my lily-white ass for all I cared. This was all I had left.
"Hunter put the peanut butter M&M's away. You are better than this."
My eyes flashed open. He had no idea what I was better than. And sometimes when life went to the crapper you just had to go along with it.
I flipped him the bird sending him the meanest look I possibly could. Then I took a huge handful and dumped them down my throat.
I’d show him.
Holt Coulter could rot in rich playboy hell for all I care. What did he know about being the poor drug addict’s daughter? What did Holt Coulter know about having absolutely nothing? How dare he judge me for having a slight - and I mean a slight - issue with eating too many peanut butter M&M's?
So, what if they were not a balanced diet. It was protein. Obviously, I’n on a protein diet, doesn't it appear that way? So, what if I might have swiped a $20 from him when we were moving out of the dorms. Most of it was spent on gas - at least $10.
The size of my ass is my problem, not his unless I choose to sit on him - which I’m considering. And probably not even then.
The only concern was that in my attempt to show him, I had managed to lodge one in my throat.
“She’s choking! No! Hunter, open the car!” Holt started pounding on the windows. “Unlock the door, Hunter, now!”
I knew that what he was saying made sense, but I couldn’t breathe.
Dick-wad one and two were running around all crazy pants, somehow that I remember quite clearly.
Annie, of course, was in tears.
Rich took one look at me, “They are going to think I killed her. I’m out of here.”
As things started going dark around the edges, I remember being sad that I wasn't going to be able to kick his ass again today.
The next thing I knew I was laying on the concrete of the parking lot.
My stash was not anywhere in reaching distance. I know because it was the first thing I reached for when I was finished speaking with the idiots.
Dick-wad one noticed, he leaned over me with a concerned stare. "You need to stop eating so many processed sugars. They are going to kill you one day."
My eyes narrowed. My throat hurt like a bitch, but I was breathing. I didn’t respond to Malibu Barbie because I figured that anything I had to say would be highly toxic.
Swinging my eyes around I caught sight of my car and what was left of the passenger window.
“No!” I screamed out, the sound tortured and far sadder than anything I’ve let go in quite some time.
Annie was by my side in seconds, tears still running down her perfect face. "Sammy, we couldn't get you out. You were unconscious. I thought you were going to die. I was scared. It was terrible."
You see Annie truly is gorgeous. The girl is Latino through and through, rocking body, all heart, and full of personality. Mike the cock-sucker was an idiot ever to call her fat. Even after crying her eyes out she looked like runway material. I could tell Dick-wad two, and the newly christened Malibu Barbie agreed with me 100%.
I breathed a sigh and determined to let it go. I knew that it would only further upset Annie and it had been a bad week for all of us.
“Don’t worry about it, Sugar. Just where is my fix?”
Annie looked away biting her lip.
Aw hell no.
"What did he do?" the words left my mouth relatively calmly.
The boys took a step back - maybe there weren't as stupid as they looked.
“He said that there would be glass in the M&M’s, from the window. He went to see about getting it fixed.” Annie stumbled over the words.
I could feel the muscles in my body solidifying, “He, as in, the King of Dick-wads? As in I can’t mind my own business?”
The boys looked at each other before busting up.
Annie gave them a death glare, “He was only trying to keep you safe, Sammy.”
Rolling my eyes, I went over to my car, "I'm so glad you all stopped by."
“You can’t live in your car, Sam,” Annie called out.
“Can, have and will,” I replied.
“She’s feisty, I like her,” Malibu Barbie offered. “If I had the money I would get a place for her.”
“Sam, just sneak back to my dorm with me,” Annie begged.
“I refuse to have both of us kicked out. That’s not what your parents are paying for. Now, you have overstayed your welcome. Be gone.”
I heard them go grumbling, but I had a sneaking suspicion they would be back. But the joke was on them. I wouldn't be there.