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>> Now adays everybody wants to talk, like they've got something to say;
>> Now adays everybody wants to talk, like they've got something to say;
- Kar watched the scene play out before her, Peter looking increasingly uncomfortable until finally he lost his cool. Riddle’s eyes widened slightly, she brought the bottle down from her lips and simply stared forward at the boys retreating body. Something was obviously wrong. Riddle didn’t need to be his friend since pre-school to be able to tell.
“Lake?” She called as she slipped off of the table, setting down the now empty bottle as she did so.
“Jeeze Kar,” Becka turned to her, obviously stunned that Peter would run off from them in such a manner. “What the hell did you do to Peter?”
Kar’s eye’s narrowed at the accusation. “Excuse me?” She tipped a bit from the intake of alcohol, but stayed on her feet.
“He wouldn’t just run off like that, especially not from ME!” The girl seemed shocked that anyone would ignore, or dislike her advances!
“Right… then his irritation has GOT to be my fault, God forbid Peter dislike being hit on by a bunch of drunks!” Riddle mocked, a smirk stretching across her pink lips as she watched Becka’s skin crawl.
“What did you say to him?” Becka squealed, her voice raising higher than Kar could ever have imagined. “You were hitting on him weren’t you?”
This time Riddle had to scoff, and outward obnoxiously loud snort that she swore was even louder than the music. “No Becky, I wasn’t ******** hitting on you’re future husband.”
Becka’s eyes darkened slightly. Her friends all glared at Kar like she were some child from Hell, and it made the girl smile even wider. Was pissing people off a gift? Or a curse? Either way Kar enjoyed every bitchy look that was directed her way.
“He would never go for a LOSER LIKE YOU KAR, so why do you even bother?”
“Hmmm,” Kar raised her hand, pressing it against her bottom lip and chin. Pretending as though she had to think about it a moment. In a manner of minutes she shrugged, smacking her hands against her legs and laughing, “Maybe the fact that he started talking to me first should have clued you in to how stupid all of you sound right now?” Her voice was a harsh bark, which Becka didn’t care for.
“Your calling me stupid? You b***h, I was the one who convinced you to come to this party!” Becka threw her glass at Kar, whom dodged it barely.
“OH yah, I suppose I should be thanking you for that?”
“You’d be nothing without my friendship Kar…” Becka seethed. Her head bobbing like a scared chicken. That annoying sort of twist of the head Kar could never stand. She’d often mocked Becky, moving her head the same way and laughing like an idiot. She really couldn’t stand the girl, hated her more than she liked her; but somehow it took till now for her to realize it. “Just that same stupid little nerdy loser, the girl who sits in her basement, all alone. Never dating, and with no friends. Why? Cuz you’re a little freak! And no one, absolutely no one like---”
SMASH.
Riddles hand had flung forward, colliding with the side of Becka’s face. The girl stopped mid sentence and fell to the ground. Eyes shut. Everyone around the two of them stopped. All Becka’s girly friends look at Kar like they had been all night and then bent down to help Becka. “YOU KILLED HER!”
Riddle laughed, shaking her hand at her waist. The sudden contact of Becks skull against her knuckles had cracked them. They stung slightly, but it was completely worth it. The room quieted down slightly, nearly everyone had turned to watch the fight. All the men obviously wanting to see a little cat fight. But were clearly disappointed when Riddle knocked out Becka first blow to the face.
Kar took a deep breath, then released it. Drawing in fresh air every second. She hadn’t realized it, but she was breathing incredibly hard…. She hated, absolutely hated being insulted. Especially by someone she thought so little of. “The cow isn’t dead,” Riddle shook her head, stepping past them as they glared up at her. “She might need some ice in a few hours though!” Smiling the crowd parted around her and she followed Peter out.
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“YOU b***h,” Was all Kar could hear clearly as she pushed open the door and closed it behind her. Still breathing hard and twisting her wrist in her hand Riddle turned to look at Pete. All bitterness she felt toward him swept away in the second her fist touched skin.
“What a party eh?”
She caught sight of the smoke billowing up and into the air. Never one for smokers Riddle took a step back from the smell.
She didn’t out right ask the question, instead Kar leaned back against the wall of the house. Eyebrow cocked and a firm smirk on her cheek. The sudden adrenaline buzz had flushed whatever tipsy feeling she was getting away; But after her heart had stopped racing the dizziness had begun to return. “I think I drank too much…”
Nodding she shrugged. Hand still sore and the muffled sound of Becka’s posse screaming for ice, help and a doctor. Like Riddle had really done THAT much damage.
Of course, there was barely much time for either Kar or Peter to get anything out before James burst through his own doorway. Huge dopey grin on his face and a couple of beers in his hand. “PETER,” he tossed one toward the male, “You missed the b***h fight,” he was laughing like an idiot till he saw Riddle out of the corner of his eye and stopped. Swallowing awkwardly.
Was he afraid she’d hit him? Kar laughed inwardly at the thought of her beating up someone as big as James. “James, can’t you see we are having a conversation?”
Of course, they weren’t…
“Hey, I like conversations too!” She watched as his eyebrows raised up and down rapidly, like he was suggesting something.
Riddle simply scoffed, rolled her eyes and pushed him away from her slightly, “James get the ******** outta here, you stink like booze.”
“Some people like that smell!” James smiled, as though it were a joke. When in fact Kar was quite serious about the smell.
“I don’t, maybe one of the she-bats does?” Her voice changed quickly, as though she were talking to a puppy, “Go ask before they sober up!” Why was she feeling so confident now? Perhaps it was the alcohol she had downed so quickly? Perhaps it was the fresh air? Most likely… It was the fact that she had just punched Becka clear in the face, and gotten away Scott-free!
[ lol sorry this is kinda LAME, but nobody else is posting xP ]
