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Passion

Passion

By
Jordan Silver

Copyright
© 2013 Alison Jordan

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Spread
those wings butterflies;

Now
fly.

Chapter 1

 

 

Carrie

 

I hate this fucking town it
sucks my ass, who the fuck wants to live in the damn rain twenty four seven,
what the fuck? And what kind of name is Sea Crest for a place with no beach? I
think the closest one is like an hour away. At least that’s what it said on Google
earth.

My skanky ass mom got herself a new dumber model and now she’s off
jetting all the fuck over while I get stuck here with Gomer Pyle. My dad’s a
real heel, no wonder Paula fucked him over, mother-fucker was so laid back he
was comatose.

What the fuck ever, first of all who the fuck does he think is
driving that piece of shit truck out there, not this bitch. And what’s up with
that Derrick dude who supposedly fixed the heap, do they not have barber shops
in this rinky dink shit hole? What the fuck ever.

First day of school and I’m
driving this piece of shit, Michael had put his foot down what the fuck? I
haven’t had parental control since the age of six, nobody told me what the fuck
to do, he’ll learn that shit real quick though.

None of these hay seed mother fuckers better not make fun of me or
I’ll go postal on a mother-fucker, just saying.

 

Josh

 

Everyone’s buzzing about the
new girl, apparently the Captain’s daughter is starting here today, and this is
big news. I’ve been going here for four years and don’t recall any out of
towners enrolling. This was the first newbie that I’ve heard of.

Well, it had nothing to do with me; I usually didn’t mix with the
masses. I’m kind of a nerd but not really, my family says the only thing that
saves me from that distinction is my hot as fuck body and my matinee idol
looks.

Whatever, I like learning. My brain holds more information than an
encyclopedia, I listen to classical music, play piano like a pro and sing like
an angel. Add my crazy as fuck golden bronze hair and jade green eyes and fuck,
I’m hot if I do say so myself.

The kids around here steered clear of me and my family, because we
were rich as Croesus they thought we ought to be stuck up, if they only knew
how much my mother would just love to open the gates to our estate and throw
wild Barbecue parties for the whole town.

 

Carrie

 

This shit is so fucking lame,
what kind of one horse town shit is this? The school is a one story building
with other one story buildings scattered around it. First chance I get I’m
outta dis bitch, no doubt.

I saw those fuckers checking me out; damn straight I know I look
fuck hot. I have my strawberry blonde hair hanging down with its natural bouncy
curl which only needed a little help from the hot rollers this morning; and my
light brown eyes were outlined to show their best effect. I’d chosen to wear my
Prada knee boots with my black skinny jeans and a winter white cashmere sweater
that showed off the girls, my diamond studs a little strawberry gloss; lashes
all plumed and shit, fuck yeah.

I
walked in that bitch like I owned the place; these hayseed fucks were eye
fucking me. Why don’t you buy me a drink first mother-fuckers?

Bitches were checking out the
new competition, not to worry hoes I don’t do Opie mother-fuckers, okay I don’t
do any mother-fuckers but still, just saying.

I checked the direction slip in my hand; I had biology first
period, right down this hall.

None of these fucking jerks had the nerve to approach me as I made
my way down the hall. I didn’t look left nor right, I don’t check people out,
people check me the fuck out.

I found my class and walked in; I gave the douche at the desk my
admission slip and sat down at the only available seat. Next to this kid that
was looking out the window, he sure had some fucked up hair.

The douche better not call on me to share my life story, I wasn’t
down with that kindergarten bullshit, and bitches better stop clocking my ass.

I heard a sniffing sound and turned to see motor head, wait...was
he...?

“Mother-fucker why the fuck are you sniffing me?”

Chapter 2
 
 

 

Josh

 

Scared little tough girl,
please, who does she think she’s fooling? I can see right through her bullshit.
If I said boo she’d probably jump a mile in the air. Instead I did something I’d
never done inside these walls, I smiled at a girl with interest, not that she’d
know, what she saw was probably more like a predator of the wild with a little
lamb in his sites.

I ignored her rude ass and opened my book, I saw her out the side
of my eye sniffing her hair and sweater, good. Let her wonder if I found her
scent offensive or not, then watch her try to please me.

This
sure was going to be a change from the norm, this one wasn’t going to be an
easy fuck, thank fuck, I was tired of easy as pie pussy. Not that I ever fucked
anyone in my hometown, never shit where you eat, though the females in this
school from the youngest to the oldest would drop trou in the blink of an eye
if I said the word.

I don’t usually go for foul mouthed immature chicks, my pussy
usually came with a high end price tag, not that I paid for pussy mind you,
nah, it just meant I leaned more towards high society debutants who thought
their pussy was golden until I hammered the fuck out them, showed them who’s
boss. Of course after one course they were always on my dick but hey, dem’s the
breaks I never went back for seconds, not unless that shit was diamond. Except
for this side piece I’ve been hitting for a while now.

The teach gave out
assignments, we had to pair up; I had no need to impress her with my knowledge
let her do the impressing. She wasn’t too bad, but she was nowhere near my
caliber.

“What’re you some kind of fucking idiot savant or something?” She
snarled at me.

I’m really going to enjoy taming that mouth. For now I just look
at her, not a smile, not a glare, just a steady look meant to unnerve. She held
out longer than most. Good for her.

 

Carrie

 

 

 

This guy is seriously
creeping me the fuck out, first he sniffs me, and now he’s looking at me like
he can see right through me. The Princess is not amused. I might have to stomp
a mother-fucker my first day. And what’s with his damn hair? It seems to be
going in six directions at once, it didn’t matter that it worked on him, just
saying, invest in a brush mother-fucker, damn.

On
top of that he was some kind of brain, how the fuck does a brain like that
survive in this hick town? I know I know my shit, but this fucker got some type
of rain man shit going on. What the fuck ever.

I kept glancing at him out
the side of my eye, not because I was interested, I just thought it might be
prudent to keep track of what the fuck he was up to. After all most ass fuck
serial killers came from rinky dink towns just like this one.

He
was totally ignoring me, huh, what the fuck was up with that? Dudes were
usually all over my shit in five minutes flat. What was this bitch trying to
prove?

The bell rang and he
sauntered out the class ahead of everyone, there was a whole lotta buzz going
on, if these fuckers stood around looking at me like a pet monkey I will flip
my shit.

I went to the rest of my classes with no one approaching me, I
guess my bitch vibe was working, friends didn’t choose me, I chose who the fuck
shared my space, and so far zilch.

I pegged the girls who thought they were hot shit right off the
bat, mediocre at best; me and my old crew would eat them for breakfast without
breaking a sweat. Kardashian wannabes, fuck those bitches I liked me, didn’t
need anyone else’s identity.

I saw
one bitch who had her shit together, wasn’t too happy when I saw her sitting at
rain man’s table though. What the fuck you care Carrie? Keep it moving.

Anyway the blonde bitch had
it going on but I could tell she was one those stuck up bitches with the rock
of Gibraltar on her shoulders, too much mother fucking work. Looked like no new
friends for the newbie, oh well. Then this goofy looking mother fucker came
over to me grinning. Fucking A mother-fucker.

“I’m eating, don’t interrupt.” I gave him my best bitch glare and
he slithered away. I saw a gaggle of hens clucking at the table closest to me.
They were looking at me as though I was dyslexic; I guess blonde boy was
considered hot shit around these parts. Get real. What the fuck ever.

 

Josh

 

I wonder what she said to Dyson to send him scurrying with his
tail between his legs?

I was gonna have to keep an eye on my prey, the sharks were
already swarming, couldn’t have that.

 

 

 

Chapter 3
 

 

Carrie

 

Day two in this raggedy ass
bitch, and it’s raining a-fucking-gain, Paula called me first thing this
morning, probably drunk off her ass, I just told her to pad my account, send me
the latest shit from whatever country she was in, hopefully Paris or Milan, and
step the fuck off.

Don’t judge me, Paula is no one’s mother believe me, bitch had me
from the age of three gave up any pretense of mothering by age six, and she’d
only done a half ass job up until then, I didn’t need a mom now, too fucking
late. She knew the deal, but if she wanted to fit in to her new life style of
rich society mavens and afternoon lunches bull shit she had to play the role.
What the fuck ever. I mean seriously have you heard my mouth, do you think if
she’d been any kind of mother I’d be this fucked up?

I know what people saw when they looked at me, they saw a foul
mouthed deviant, but the truth is I’m doing pretty good for a teen who
practically had to raise herself. I don’t do drugs, I never drove drunk, I wasn’t
a slut and I’m an honor student, society could go fuck itself.

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