An Eye for an Eye By the time I’d gotten to Latria’s, I’d already told her about picking up my bangles from mom’s house, Jason and the fake flyer, Trent and his late night conversation with Diamond, and Boogie coming on to me. After hearing about all of those things that I’d encountered in less than a 24-hour time frame, Latria already had our drinks poured when I arrived. I hadn’t been over to her place for a while, and I noticed that she’d painted the kitchen a sage color and hung new curtains. I kicked my shoes off at the front door and went to sit on my favorite couch. When Latria bounced around the corner, she handed me my drink, and I took a sip. She knew how to make a mean Pina Colada. Before she sat down, she took off her shoes as well and sat on the other end of the couch. “So what are you going to do?” She asked. …show more content…
You can confront him and stay, confront him and leave, don’t confront him at all and collect more evidence for a divorce or you can give him a taste of his own medicine” Latria suggested. “Now you’ve got a good point. I’m not going to confront him just yet, and I’d like to give him a taste of his medicine first” I chuckled, as I shook my bangles at Latria. “Girl, he’s in trouble now. Those bangles mean business. So, are you going to go back to doing all of those scandalous things that you used to do?” She asked as she dug into her oversized purse. “Well, I know that I’m going to screw Jason, just as soon as his plane touches down in Virginia. As for Boogie, I don’t think I’m going to pursue him after I rejected him already. I am very curious about Diamond, though. I would like to know where they met and how often he’s been with her” I said. “Honey, trust me you don’t want to know about the personal stuff because you’ll never be able to get it out of your head” Latria assured, as she continued to dig in her purse. “What on earth are you looking for?” I asked as Latria pulled out some crumpled
Just before I start the groom's character assassination, the bride was telling me earlier in the day that her pharmacy was broken into last week. The thief apparently stole ten boxes of condoms and ten boxes of viagra. The police are now looking for a hardened criminal.
“Why don’t you use your locker? You’re going to have back problems before you even graduate”. These are words that are repeated to me daily, almost like clockwork. I carry my twenty-pound backpack, full of papers upon papers from my AP classes. The middle pouch of my backpack houses my book in which I get lost to distract me from my unrelenting stress. The top pouch holds several erasers, foreshadowing the mistakes I will make - and extra lead, to combat and mend these mistakes. Thick, wordy textbooks full of knowledge that has yet to become engraved in my brain, dig the straps of my backpack into my shoulders. This feeling, ironically enough, gives me relief - my potential and future success reside in my folders and on the pages of my notebooks.
“Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn’t even vaguely engaged. The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come East. You can’t stop going with an old friend on account of rumors, and on the o...
I started to walk across the street to my friend Lacey’s house. Lacey lives just outside Detroit, but like my family, her family comes to the cape for the summer. Our families’ have been friends for about 10 years, but we normally don’t see or talk to each other during the year, only summertime seems to bring us together. Traditionally Lacey and I leave for the beach together, even at age 7 we walked with our mothers, so I knew I had to tell her about this errand before I left for town.
"Is this some sort of fucking joke?" The man hissed in a voice reminiscent of the Tom that had raped her, as, having brought her to her feet with him, he gripped her by one arm, and shoved his free hand between Lila's legs. Moments later, he'd twisted her panties aside, and forced his digits into her pussy to grasp the small cylindrical metallic object, which still buzzed when he ripped it free, and held it up to her face. "What's this, baby? Trying to get back at me for that night, or you just need to get yourself all worked up, before you'll sleep with me again? Do I sicken you that
“Here, I got you something, perv.” Turning around hearing Beck's voice she shook her head catching the outfit he threw at her. Rolling her eyes she placed it back on the rank of clothing as she continued to look at things. “You know, I can't help wanting to look good when I go to bed. It's not like I'll be sleeping naked any time soon.” Casciana spoke sarcastically looking down at the clothes on the rack, pulling out a skimpy black number she held it up looking at Beck before biting her lip. “So, what do you think?” she asked holding up the little see-through black lingerie she tilted her head slightly. “Oh, and about your question. I learned everything I know from Thelma and Louise. Do you remember how that was the only movie I would watch
Maybe it was her exotic cinnamon-colored skin or maybe it was her yellow, green, and white checkered shirt, either way Laticia should’ve expected the stares. Sighing, she sets down the top hat open-side up and pats her fluffy corgi on the head “Just another day of work isn’t it Fofo?” Fofo only responds with a lick on her hand causing Laticia to smile tiredly. Turning away from the lazy corgi Laticia picks up her unicycle and hops on cycling back and forth to keep her balance. It’s a slow day it seems with only a few coins dropped in the hat in 3 hours; on days like these Laticia regrets ever thinking she could make it solo as a street performer.
Rita took my hand without saying anything, followed the joyous crowd, and rushed to Childs Bar just a few blocks away. My heart was racing with excitement; I couldn’t hold back a smile if I tried. The bartender lined up glasses down the bar and just kept on pouring. I popped one drink in after another, while Rita sat back and cheered.
She groaned again and checked her phone again. She massaged her aching head, struggling to make her brain work and realized her roommate, Nicholas, would be getting home from class soon if he wasn't going straight to swim practice. Maybe if she could get him to take pity on her he would go get her something from the deli across the street... Roslyn looked at the coffee table and its strewn detritus. "Oh shit," she said again. She remembered that, when she had drunk all her wine, she had then drunk all of Nicholas's beer without asking him first. Well, she thought, maybe if she offered to pay for the beer and for dinner for both of them she could convince him to go get it for the two of
The house wasn’t as luxurious as Hana had hoped, but it was pretty nice with its antique décor. Hana sipped her tea, and her stomach thanked her, for she hadn’t eaten in days. She looked up and realized that they were all staring at her, waiting for her to say something. “How are all of you doing today?” Hana asked with a red face. She was embarrassed that she was quiet for that long. “We are happy now that you are here, Hana! How is your family? Mrs. Toda replied in a bit too cheery tone. “My mom and sister are fine. My uncle sends his greetings,” Hana responded quickly. “Ah, your uncle is a good man, did he send you here?” Mr.Toda said in a longing tone. “He says that you are a well-educated woman, who likes her studies.” “Yes, I am studying to become a doctor, but God knows best,” Hana answered. “I like this lady,
Anyway, she had heard that a boy and his mother were moving into the neighborhood. "What fun," she thought. The locals were becoming used to her daily antics. What she didn't know, was that they would be moving into her wonderfully dilapidated house, to turn it into a cozy tearoom. If they had known it was more "Dilapidated," than "Wonderful," they probably would've chosen a different spot, but the man who they had bought it from had insisted, that with a little work it could certainly be converted into a beautiful tearoom fit for a queen. And sure enough, they came straight to her house and barged right in. Straight away the mother started to clean, and the boy began to make a fire, Right under t...
“Baby you know I will love anything you pick out and any proposal you plan, but remember that I prefer white gold.” She winked as he departed the taxi and waited until the deal had been done before exiting herself and walking into the lobby of their accommodations. The building was beautiful and opulent, and despite their dark purpose in Hawaii the socialite was elated to spend some time with Richard in such gorgeous surroundings. “I remember it wasn’t so long ago that I forgot how much I enjoyed your company…thanks for reminding me.” Her tone was light-hearted, but her words were weighty when she thought back to their meeting at her father’s party and how their romance had been rekindled.
“Bradley, I understand your point of view, and frankly I also need to avoid drama,” I said, sympathetic to his feelings. “Good night, sugar. You have lots to read, and you must be tired. You have much at hand, and I have to get back to your sculpture. It’s the last piece I’m working on for the exhibit.” “Good night, Bradley.” “By the way, Clareese, slap your pussy a couple of times for me, and tell her I’m coming to get her.”
I hadn’t meant to stay the night, wanted to avoid the dreaded morning after, but I must’ve fallen asleep at some point because I woke to the smell of bacon and peppers so strong it was like they were coming straight through the hand-carved gaps Ms. Laughlin’s ornate rosewood headboard. I checked the clock—9:30 a.m. Save for my annual two week vacations I hadn’t slept in that late on a weekday since college. I guess being unemployed, or in Ms. Laughlin’s case unemployed and divorced, had its upside. The whiskey from the night before throbbed in my temples, pushed at my ear drums like altitude pressure. I pulled on my jeans and shirt and stumbled to the bathroom. She had porcelain his-and-her sinks. His was free, I figured, so I turned on the water and stuck my head in, wet my hair and face, turned my mouth and chugged it straight from the tap like I used to from the garden hose back home during all those sweltering Midwestern heat waves. Spinning the knob closed I smoothed my cowlick down to a manageable level then dried my face with a plush white towel embroidered MKL. In the kitchen Ms. Laughlin lifted a frying pan from the stove and spooned its contents onto two plates.
...e greatest prank in our school’s history. And she stopped Mrs. DeCostia from stealing from Mrs. Redrik” Then he took my hand and led me down the hall, past all of my friends, to the stairs. I stopped. “What was that for?” “I was just giving credit where credit was due.” He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a rather large ring. “You knew the whole time?!?” “Yeah when we and Matt moved the desk it fell out and I picked it up, I was waiting to give it back until DeCostia got busted.” “Oh my god…” “Anyway, what are we doing tonight? Movies, ice-cream, maybe some pizza?” “We’re hanging out tonight?” “Yeah I have to hang out with my girlfriend to celebrate the undermining of our psycho home wrecking teacher.” “Your girlfriend?” “Yeah...” He said into my hair as he put his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him “Who else would I hang with tonight?”