Post by Brit on Jun 17, 2013 18:24:35 GMT
We all have that one ex boyfriend or girlfriend (or, if you're bisexual, you have both) that needs punched in the face. And I'm sure now and then or at some point in your life you will have or have had an ex that has had another boyfriend or girlfriend after you. This is a little short story on my ex's current girlfriend.
1. She's fat.
2. He's 19, she's 16. Ew.
3. She's a bitch.
4. He wants sex. That's all.
I usually dress very drab and boring. Jeans, T-shirt, and some type of hoodie or sweatshirt over that. Always. Even if it gets hot, I can be found in jeans, because I'm self conscious about my body. And I'm thin and I look okay, for fuck's sake. Anyway... for the last day of school, I dressed out of the norm. Leggings, a dress type deal that was short, and a sweatshirt. Yes, I always have to have a sweatshirt or I feel naked. I was walking to the YMCA when I passed my ex and his new plaything. She took one look at me, walked up, and said something that made me want to pop her in that smug mouth. We'll call her S.
S: What, did you get bit by the slut bug?
Now... I have to admit. That was a good one. But I like my comment back better.
M: *no hesitation* Honey I didn't know they named a bug after you.
S: *glares and walks away*
M: *smirks at her*
Now HE walked up and glared.
B: Don't you fucking call my girlfriend a slut.
M: I'm just calling her by her name.
B: *glares and walks away*
M:
Now... should I have been the bigger person? Fuck no. You know why? Because that bitch was big enough for the both of us. And I won't sugar coat it cause she'd have eaten that too.
1. She's fat.
2. He's 19, she's 16. Ew.
3. She's a bitch.
4. He wants sex. That's all.
I usually dress very drab and boring. Jeans, T-shirt, and some type of hoodie or sweatshirt over that. Always. Even if it gets hot, I can be found in jeans, because I'm self conscious about my body. And I'm thin and I look okay, for fuck's sake. Anyway... for the last day of school, I dressed out of the norm. Leggings, a dress type deal that was short, and a sweatshirt. Yes, I always have to have a sweatshirt or I feel naked. I was walking to the YMCA when I passed my ex and his new plaything. She took one look at me, walked up, and said something that made me want to pop her in that smug mouth. We'll call her S.
S: What, did you get bit by the slut bug?
Now... I have to admit. That was a good one. But I like my comment back better.
M: *no hesitation* Honey I didn't know they named a bug after you.
S: *glares and walks away*
M: *smirks at her*
Now HE walked up and glared.
B: Don't you fucking call my girlfriend a slut.
M: I'm just calling her by her name.
B: *glares and walks away*
M:
Now... should I have been the bigger person? Fuck no. You know why? Because that bitch was big enough for the both of us. And I won't sugar coat it cause she'd have eaten that too.