Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Five]

So I was totally going to hangout with Sam and do all these really cool tests on Saturday, but it was Scott and mine's eleven month anniversary, and he still thinks I don't know about him and Jamie.
But I do.
And I have the urge to fuck with him, just to really see how much of a liar he is.
Ha, this should be fun. [Smile]

So we always meet at this Mexican food place called Alberta's, its where our first date was. Its one of the few places both people can get the same thing [a burrito] and its not weird if one doesn't get meat in it. Anywho, we were meeting there and, like a good girlfriend, I'm giving him a gift. Oh, and another thing - I'm always early, that means I wait. [Frown]
I'm sitting there, waiting for Scott, sniffing in the greasy salt smell of the cooking meat, my mouth watering. The smell making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Omg, I think I even moaned a little because when I opened my eyes these two guys were staring at me. I think one of them was even masturbating, that's so gross.
I'm still waiting - its been like twenty minutes. Then I finally get a text,
"Babe gona be late sory."
Okay, so I think its really stupid that Scott doesn't know how to spell, and its not like its hard words either. They're easy words like "Sorry", "Tomorrow", or "Write", god he's such an idiot. I think when my heart died, so did my compassion.
I didn't text Scott back, and so he sent the text again - he must have thought I didn't receive it. Instead, I got up and ordered meat, yeah, just meat. I needed some...strength.

Twenty Minutes Later

I'm sitting there, at my table again, sipping on some of that rice drink they sell, I can't pronounce it. I'm sitting there, no meat on my plate, still waiting. Until finally, this douche bag drives up. He parks his car in the first parking spot, the one right in front of the front door - as if walking a few feet from one end of the parking lot to the other was too much trouble. Its not like humans are lazy enough, with cars, computers, and instant meals - no, he has to milk it for all its got. He gets out of the car, and he looks like shit. He looks like he just fucked Jamie, he probably did. He always sweats [as most people do when they have sex] but he always gets this...like, line of sweat above his eye brows, that he never wipes away. I'm not sure if he likes sitting in his own sweat, or if he's just too stupid to notice.
Anyway, he walks in the place and orders - he doesn't even acknowledge me! Then he sits down next to me, with a soda.
He leans in, sitting next to me, rather than across from me, and starts kissing on my neck. I smell, on his skin, Christian Dior, that's not what Jamie wears, or what I wear.
I roll my shoulder and turn, looking out the window.
"Hey, baby. What's wrong? Miss daddy?" He asks me, leaning in again. His face pressing against my hair.
"No, I didn't." I say, then I turn to look at him. "So what took you so long?"
"Oh, I was...uh...at the gym." He nods and sips his drink, looking around the store.
"Sure, you were." I say. "And I was fucking a dog." He spits out his beer.
"What, really!?" His eyes open wide.
"Yeah, I spread peanut butter all between my legs," I say extending my jaw and creeping towards him in a seductive way. I can feel the two perverts staring at me, jerking it a little faster. "and just let the dog lick away."
"Are you for serious?!" Scott asks. I can't take it anymore, he's too stupid, and I've been waiting here way too long.
"Let me out." I say. "Move!" I shout, he jumps. He slides out of the booth and lets me out.
"Baby, please. What's wrong?" He asks.
"You fucking other girls, that's what's the problem!" I shout, everyone looks at us.
"Are you calling me a cheater!?" He asks, shocked.
"Yes, Scott! I am. You, being in a relationship with me, and you, fucking others girls at the same time, makes you a cheater!" I shout. He bite his lip and exhaled harshly through his nose, he looked like he wanted to hit me. I walk past him, he grabs my arm and stops me.
"Sit down, Jess." He demands.
"No." I say, my face inches from his. "Now get your disgusting hands off of me!" I grab at his fingers and bend them backwards, breaking his four fingers. He falls to his knees in agony, screaming at the top of his lungs. With his other hand he holds his forearm, and then starts punching my legs. I take his arm and throw it towards the table, sending him with it.
He smashes through a few of them and I walk out. Pissed.

"Do you normally get very angry after feeding?" Sam asks me on Monday.
"Sometimes." I say. "But mostly before, when I'm hungry."
"And how often is that? That you're hungry."
"All the time." I tell her.
"So even now?"
"Correct." I say.
"Okay, Jess. Let's begin the tests after school today, shall we?" She asks.
"Sure! Where are we meeting?" I ask.
"Let's meet here and then carpool to my house."
"Wait, you have cows at your house?" I ask her.
"No, but my ex boyfriend did leave his pet pig with me." She says with a menacing grin.

-Sir Jestro