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Chapter O2 || Satan in Skates
;the devil doesn't make you sin, he punishes you for sinning

Whoever created weekends and themed college parties deserve unlimited tequila shots.

This week has been a nightmare, from Monday morning when my alarm decided to be a dick-wad and not go off, making me late to class, and got my dad on my ass, right through to Friday afternoon where I had my crazy, cheating ex in my face with his stupid puppy dog eyes, and spews of meaningless shit.

Tonight though, is the annual Kappa Saturday Scare Fest, and I can't wait to slip my barely-there costume on, lose myself in the cheap liquor as I dance with my girls.

Who knows, maybe I'll even get to see hell with a sexy devil.

Blair and Ella are both sitting crossed legged, getting ready with heavy make up and sparkly gems, in front of the lined up mirrors on our walk-in-wardrobes wall.

Well, I say walk-in-wardrobe, more like a closet we cleverly renovated. A little slice of girlie heaven.

"We should totally spread that he has genital warts." Ella snorts, fluffing up and teasing her brown bob. "I mean, who would wanna touch him then."

I detangle my clump of hair from the curling tongue, raising a brow up at Ella in the mirror. "He's a hot football player. Someone will touch him, Ells."

She grimaces. "She gotta be real nasty."

Blair and I share a look before we burst out laughing.

This is exactly what I need after my draining run in with Wes yesterday. Slyly, he caught me leaving the dance studio after class, and basically cornered me.

'I made a mistake. I'm sorry. I'll never do anything to hurt you ever again if you give me one more chance. Please, baby. You know we're good together.'

Those are just a few of the classics.

As if he ever thought I'd be dumb enough to believe a single thing that comes out his disgusting mouth. 

Ugh, where that thing has been makes me physically shiver.

Anyway, when the douche-shozz realised I no longer give a shit, he turned nasty.

I should've seen it long before I found him fucking someone else, and who knows, maybe I did. But Wes, to me, was comfort. Safe and secure. Even when he was being a jerk.

After the shit that went down in high school, that's all I ever craved. Guess you could say I unconsciously turned a blind eye to the missed dates, and hours with no replies. The manipulation.

But finding him with someone else was the last straw. I don't deserve to be treated like dirt, when I'm a diamond. I'm a catch, and if Wes didn't know that when he had me, that's on him. He broke my trust, and there's no coming back from that.