Page 60 of I Saved Him Too

“Thanks,” I say, keeping my eyes on my girl.

Since the night at the party, Addy and I have returned to being friends. We keep things simple with a hello as we pass by in the hall at school. She still sits at the same table as us during lunchtime, but on the opposite side with the rest of the cheerleaders.

“Hey, Donnie.” Arms that do not belong to Shorty wrap around my waist.

“Seriously, Bianca,” Addy snaps.

I grab the girl’s hands and spin around to tell her to fuck off, but then she slams her fake lips on mine.

“The fuck!” I push her away. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hiss, wiping her slobber off my face. Can this bitch be more fake? Fake lips, fake tits, fake tan, and fake blonde hair.

“It’s not what you said last time.” She glances over my shoulder and seductively runs the pad of her finger on her bottom lip.

I couldn’t place her at first, but this is the bitch who thought she could jump on my dick. Bianca used to run with Addy’s crowd until they had a fall out last year.

“Oh, no, you didn’t bitch,” Tia snarls, suddenly appearing.

“Who the hell are you?” She glares over my shoulder and then turns back to me. “Seriously, Donnie. You downgraded.”

“Watch it.” I cut Bianca a warning look and her face flattens. Her eyes dart to the movement over my shoulder and her smug look returns. Shorty stands beside me, and I pull her to my side.

“He’s a good kisser, isn’t he?” She looks at Shorty.

“I never kissed you,” I hiss through gritted teeth.

“You did; you just don’t remember. You were so fucking trashed that night.” Bianca lets out a bitter laugh.

No. I woke up to her humping my groin, almost removing my pants. Who knows how far she would’ve taken it if I had not snapped out of my drunken stupor.

“Wait a minute.” Tia brushes past me and up to Bianca’s face. “You’rethe bitch that almost took advantage of him?” She points in my direction.

Bianca’s eyes go wide. “What? No. He wanted it,” she defends herself.

Tia throws her head back and laughs. “Bitch, please. If he was so trashed, then his dick wasn’t working.”

“No, she’s lying!” Bianca yells, but it falls on deaf ears.

Tia looks over at Shorty with a mischievous grin. “If we get caught, remember you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Bianca snaps.

“Just let it go, Tia. She’s not worth it.” Shorty looks up at me with a bored expression. “Can we go now?”

Bianca snaps her fingers at Shorty. “Just so you know, he wanted me that night… Why would he pass this up”—she gestures to her fake tits—“for a ghetto ass trash—”

Bianca doesn’t get to finish her sentence when Tia cocks her arm back and throws a punch to her nose.

Loud whoops and laughter fill the room over the loud music.

“What the hell?” Bianca screeches, drawing attention to our little circle.

Tia goes in for round two, but Ash lifts her off the floor and throws her over his shoulder.

“Put me down, asshole! I’m not done with her!” Tia yells while hanging upside down over Ash’s shoulder.

“Yes, you are!” Ash yells back with a humorous laugh.

“You are nothing but trash!” Bianca yells.

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