“Lauren…Lauren, guess who showed? You’re never going to believe…” Jessica ran up to me, breathless from only God knows what. She’d probably been going down on Mike ‘the bastard’ Newton in the back seat of his beat up suburban like she used to back in high school. Will she ever learn? You’d think after twenty years she’d figure out that he only wanted one thing from her. Seriously, the only time the jackass ever calls her is when his wife is out of town.
She babbled on, about what, I really wasn’t paying attention. She rarely ever has anything to say that piques my interest. But somewhere mingled in her word diarrhea, I caught the name I loathed most in this world.
“For the love of God Jessica, stop your yammering and just spit it out!” I grumbled.
“Edward Cullen…Bella Swan, I mean Bella Cullen, they just walked in about fifteen minutes ago,” the gossip hound said giddily, pointing towards the back corner of the gymnasium. I smack her hand down to stop the draw of anymore unnecessary attention. Stupid wench.
I-S-A-B-E-L-L-A Swan, I seethed soundlessly at the uttering of her name, the girl that made my last year and a half of high school hell. Forks High had been MINE, dammit! That was until that hussy waltzed her way into town and into the hearts of all the eligible guys at school.
She had even put the moves on my Tyler. Just because a guy accidentally runs you down with his van, nearly killing you, if only he had, doesn’t mean they’re indebted to you for life. I’ll never forgive that conniving bimbo for leading the love of my life into thinking she’d go with him to prom and then breaking his precious teddy bear heart by standing him up. Bitch!
Trying to appear as if this information was of no significance to me, I turned nonchalantly in the direction of the open bar. And there they stood, in all their perfective glory, acting as if they owned the damn place.
The shock I felt at seeing them took my breath away. I literally had to remind myself to breath.
No…it couldn’t possibly be them.
I stood, unable to think much less talk. Once the initial shock wore off I was pissed. How was it possible to look that good after all this time? What the hell? Had they been living at one of those new age health communes for the last twenty years? Why must the undeserving always get way more than they deserve?
“Can you believe it? They haven’t changed a bit!” my pathetic puppet chirped. “Oh Katie, have I got the scoop for you,” Jess trilled, flittering off in Katie’s direction.
I shot them both death glares for abandoning me in my moment of need.
As always…Swan…that bitch was always stealing my limelight.
I decided to get myself a bite to eat to see what other juicy details I might over hear from other reunion attendees. As I neared the buffet table, I caught bits and pieces of a conversation Eric “the pissant” Yorkie was having with Katie’s husband, Connor.
“Damn, Connor, did you see Bella Swan. She’s looking mighty fine. I’d like to be hittin’ that every night. Cullen is one lucky bastard,” Eric chortled.
I slammed my cup down on the refreshment table and stormed off. Bella, Bella, Bella. The whole scene was making me nauseous.
“Hey babe,” Tyler said wrapping his strong arms around me from behind as stood stewing near the dance floor. “Have you seen the Cullens? Looks like that boy followed in his daddy’s footsteps. There’s no way those two could look that good without a lot of help from plastic surgery.”
Hearing his words, I took one more quick glace her way, hmmm, pouty lips, perfect nose, sumptuous boobs…yes, plastic surgery. A smug smile spread across my face.
“You really think that they had plastic surgery?” I narrowed my eyes at my arch nemesis as she and her hubby made their way over to Ben and Angela Cheney.
“Well I heard from Newton, who heard it from Conner, whose dad worked at the hospital with Carlisle Cullen way back when, that after graduating Dartmouth ,your two favorite peeps over there settled in LA so that Edward could go to medical school, after which he specialized in none other than plastic surgery,” he said nibbling on my ear.
Damn, the man still had the power to distract me. Focus Lauren, or Tyler will have you in the janitor’s closet reenacting one of your favorite high school memories. There will be time for that later.
“Hmm, plastic surgery,” I contemplated tapping my fingers to my lips. “That would definitely explain their inhuman perfection. They best watch it. With one too many nips and tucks I shudder to think of the ghastly results. Just look at what Michael Jackson’s addiction has done to him. The man looks like an alien.”
“Mmm, aliens, I’ll be your Mork, if you’ll be my Mindy?” Tyler sucked at the skin beneath my ear. Grasping my hips he turned us towards the hall, instantly igniting a raging fire within me. I guess we’ll be seeing the inside of that closet sooner than I had planned.
“Forget about Bella. Anyway, it was you who was chosen by your peers to be Homecoming Queen Senior year. She didn’t even make the ballot. Now, let me show you why you’ll always be my queen.” He dragged me into the closet, closing the door a little too loudly, spinning me around he pinned me against the wall as his gifted hands covered my ample breasts.
“Tyler,” I purred hitching my leg over his hip.
I smiled knowing I had something that Swan twit would never have. Tyler Crowley is all mine. No matter how many times that fugly duckling had tried distracting him, he always turned his eyes back to me.
