Attack of the Super-Slut.

Yesterday was a rather interesting day for me. I was hanging out at the park with Johnny and Jamie. We were swinging on the swings for a little while and then they went to go take a walk, (to do god knows what) and I just kinda hung out and started talking to some kids from school. Then of course who else comes over but the head bitch herself, Sylvia, Dallas' lovely slut of an ex-girlfriend.

"What are you doing here, Shepard!? First you take my boyfriend and NOOOOW you have to come and start stealing my friends?! Get your own god-damn life will you, whore?!"



Alright first of all, I was in no way shape or form about to take any shit from this pathetic excuse of a greaser. I was pissed off enough that day from Curly getting sent away (yet again) and was not in the mood for this weenie.

"I don't know what you're smoking, Sylvia, but I think you've got the wrong girl," I retorted.

I don't think so, Shepard, I was walkin' back from Buck's the other night and saw Dallas walkin' up your front porch and you let him inside, I ain't stupid, I know the score, now keep your goddamn hands on my man, ya dig?" She replied with a sneer.

I laughed in her face. "Dally came over the other night because I was home alone and he is one of my best friends. We didn't do nothin' illegal for a guy to do, especially when he's single, now why don't you go screw someone who enjoys white trash, alright? I'm not in the mood."

Then she did one of the worst things you could possibly do to me when I'm pissed off. She spit in my face. She is very, very lucky that Tim's friends were around or else I would have beat her head into jungle gym. As she stalked away I yanked her down by her long dark hair and she fell back. I said, "You wanna fight? You got one now, honey." I hissed.

She lunged at me and I socked her right under her nose and the little bitch was out for a few seconds and she reached for me again but as I ducked but she smacked me across the face. At this point I wasn't about to go into the cooler, but I sure as hell wasn't about to take crap from some skanky-pussy. I gave her a good push into the slide she hit her head and was out.

I had never been so mad in my life. I swear I thought my heart was going to be straight out of my chest. I bet I looked like Tim or Curly when they just got done with a rumble, and that scared me, but it felt good. As I took one last look at Sylvia and her posse who were attempting and failing to sit the drunken girl up, I turned on my heel and strutted out of the park.