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Always Be a Broken Girl
Next Time, I Promise We'll Be Perfect
Scar
revenge: Punishment: The punishment of somebody in retaliation for harm done.
"Guess you better find a way to cool me down." I said, my mouth mere inches from his. He started to lean down to kiss me but I stepped past him. He turned, following me with his eyes. I threw him a look saying, "Come and get me" before heading off. He quickly caught up, his hands on my hips. I can feel his cool fingers on my bare skin where his hand missed my jeans. There was a serious amount of space between where my shirt ended and where my jeans began. My mother hated this shirt, since it was tight-fitting and showed my belly button. She said it was childish, since it had Hello Kitty on it, but I loved it. I wore two necklaces with it, one of a bat that hung beneath my chest and one of a diamond shape that was pressed against my collarbone. My earrings matched my diamond necklace. Underneath my ripped jeans were neon pink tights. On the way from the hair salon, I'd redone my makeup, since I'd cried black streaks down my face. I'd put on mascara and black eyeliner with bright blue eyeshadow that matched some of the streaks in my hair and my jeans. This was the new me, the one that showed skin, seduced boys into dark corners. I was going to forget about Drew and I was focused on John.
Speaking of, he leaned down and whispered softly in my ear, "you are perfect." His lips brushed against the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. I bit my lip and turned in his arms. He stared back at me, his blue eyes sparkling with a mix between lust and what I figured to be curiosity. I stood on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled myself up and kissed him.
"You taste a little like alcohol, Mr. Wimbers." I whispered.
"I'm 21, I'm allowed." he reminded.
"Don't remind me." I groaned, leaning my head against his chest while walking him backwards.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because I would remind me that you're 4 years older than I am. And that I'm not 18 and you could get into serious trouble for what I have planned." I said with a wink. I removed my arms from his neck, grabbing his hand and pulling him through the house to the pool house. Yes, John has a pool house. He lay me down on the bed in the back and kissed me. I tangled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer to me. He held my hips, running his fingertips along the hem of my jeans. The clock to our left beeped, pulling our attention to it. It was really late, crazy late. He reached into the drawer under it. He pulled out a black marker. I chuckled.
"John, what're you doing?" I asked. He winked and uncapped the marker. He pushed me onto my back and kissed my stomach.
"Seriously! What are you doing?" I asked, trying to sit up. He put a leg on either side of my waist and held me down. I pouted but flopped back. He chuckled and started scribbling something on my skin. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow but he didn't seem to notice. I tried to focus on the marker against my skin, trying to figure out what he was writing. But he wrote in lines, not movements.
"Ok, all done." he smirked, getting off me. I got up and looked down at my stomach.
"Noj?" I asked.
"Silly. You're reading it upside down." he said. He led me to a mirror.
"John? You put your name on me in marker?"
"Permanent." he stated.
"Not as permanent as this," I said, turning to show him the tattoo placed on my lower back. His jaw fell open and I smirked, catching him by surprise with a kiss on his open lips.
"You're beautiful." he said, grabbing my hand again and leading me out of the pool house. "So much so, Miss Scarlett, I have to show you off. With your new look and my name on your stomach."
"Some might think that's a metaphor for something else." I merely stated before allowing him to lead me out. His hand is warm and soft. I play with his fingers, following him to the pool. Some slow song started playing and he smiled.
"Would you care to dance with me?" he asked. I nodded. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I leaned my head against his chest and we swayed back and forth, among the other dancing pairs.
The song ended and a fast dance song with a heavy bass beat started. He ground his hips against mine and I had to hold onto him to stop from dragging him to the pool house.
"Hey man, can I talk to you?" someone asked over the music. John and I pulled back from each other to discover that the speaker belonged to none other than my douche bag ex-boyfriend in all his douche baggery goodness, Andrew Louis.
"What do you need, Drew?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow at me until that little light-bulb over his head went off with recognition.
"S-s-scarlett?" he stuttered. John pulled me closer.
"Can I talk to you?" Drew asked. I looked at John who sighed and let me go. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me purposely right in front of Drew. He pulled my jeans and released me. I stumbled over to Drew and followed him to an empty corner of the pool deck.
"What the fuck do you want, Drew?" I snapped. He took a deep breath.
"You look... amazing." he said. I rolled my eyes.
"Sure." I said sarcastically. I knew I looked amazing, but Drew didn't get to appreciate it. He dropped me on my ass for no reason. John, the perfect guy since the start did but Drew, the inappropriate ex-boyfriend jackass doesn't.
"Scarlett, don't hate me." he said softly.
"Why? Why can't I? You broke up with me, Drew. You dumped me with no explanation at all. So why the fuck can't I hate you?"
"Because I want you back." he said softly. Say what?
"What? Why? You fucking dumped me! You don't get to want me back."
"What if I told you that I love you?"
"NO!"
"Scarle-"
"Don't finish that, Andrew. Why the hell did you break up with me?"
"You don't want me to answer that."
"Why not? Why the fuck not? What could be so fucking bad that I don't deserve to fucking know?" I snapped angrily.
"Scar, calm down." he said.
"Fuck you, you ass munching assclown! Fuck you, you dim-witted assfuck!" I yelled.
"Scarlett!" he scolded.
"Vaffanculo!" I shouted. Not many people know that I speak Italian. In case you don't, that's go fuck yourself.
"Scarlett, stop cursing at me in Italian!"
"Then tell me what the fuck you want. Why did you fucking breaking up with me, che cazzo?" I wanted to smack him. That last insult is was "you dick", by the way. My uncle in Italy, who I went to spend a summer with in 8th grade taught me all the dirty words while my aunt taught me everything cultural and proper of Italy. My family in Italy are amazing. They're on my mom's side, that's why my last name is Gilmore instead of Castrogiovanni.
"You were predictable!" he finally shouted. I stared at him.
"Poshol na khui!" I cussed in Russian. My father's family is Russian.... That's fuck off, just in case you're not Russian. But before he could continue to try and calm me down, I just got started. I'm trilingual, I'm armed with three languages of cuss words. You don't piss me off, "Kooshite govno ee oomeeite! Tva-ya mama sa-syot kor-rovie khuy-ee! And you say I'm predictable! Did you expect me to just jump back to you? You're such a puttana!"
That's "eat shit and die" and "your mother sucks cow dicks."
"Scarlett!" Drew screamed, trying to get my attention.
"FUCK YOU!" I finally screamed. I started to walk off but Sam walked up. That practically chilled me out against Drew and flared me up against her. Her presence does that to me.
"Drewie.." Sam said softly. I turned on her.
"Listen, you bitchy mirror-obsessed egotistical fuck-face, I've had about enough of you!" I growled.
"Someone needs to take a Midol." she muttered. I glowered. She met my glare with one of her own.
"Ladies, let's contr-" Drew started but I cut him off.
"You fucking shut your mouth, Samantha. At least I'm not a fucking whore!"
"I'm the whore? Really, Scarlett "I'll sleep with anyone in the back of their car" Gilmore?" she growled.
"You need to calm down." I said slowly.
"Oh yeah, make me." she dared. I smirked.
"Okay." I said. I stepped towards her and shoved her with all my strength backwards into the pool. I watched with satisfaction as she fell into the water, a splash almost getting me. I leaped back and watched as she flung herself to the surface. John practically sprinted to my side as Samantha pulled herself out.
"Next time, you fucking slut, you better make sure you're nowhere near me when you speak to me like that!" I spat at her. She screamed with frustration and fury before stomping away.
"What the fuck, Scarlett?" Drew asked, staring after his whore.
"Ehh, she deserved it." I said. He groaned and followed her. I turned to John.
"Sorry about that. She was pissing me off." I said with a small, innocent smile. He leaned down and kissed me.
"You speak two different languages?" he asked as I caught sight of Tiff and Nat running to us.
"Three actually, il mio bambino."
"What did you do to her, Scarlett Alexandria Castrogiovanni-Gilmore?" Nat screeched. I doubled over with laughter at the look of her face. It was of pure amusement, confusion and pride.
"Oh, Natalya dolce. I do love you." I said with a last final giggle. She raised her eyebrow at me.
"What's so goddamn fucking funny?" she asked. Tiff wore the same confused expression.
"You."
"I don't get it. John, what happened?" Nat said.
"I don't know. One minute she's screaming at Drew, the next she's pushing that girl into the water." John answered. They turned to look at me and I shrugged.
"She's a bitch, who looked like she needed a swim. Besides, she dared me to." I said with a smug smile.
"Oh, she didn't!" Tiff said. I nodded.
"She did!"
"Why is that a big deal?" John asked.
"Our darling Scarlett does not back down from a dare." Nat informed him. I stared at her.
"Don't tell him that!" I squealed as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"Bitch!" I cried to Nat.
"Bye Scarlett!" Nat waved. I saw the twins wrapped their arms around their respective girl. Brett kissed Tiff's neck and she swatted at him. Chad turned Nat and kissed her on the lips.
"Where are you taking me, John?" I whined. He carried me up a pair of outside steps that lead to the main house and into a blue room. He lay me on the bed and smiled.
"Won't back out, huh?" he stated.
"What're you thinking?" I asked, splaying my arms out across the comforter beneath me. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. He pulled back with a smile.
"Fine."
He pulled his shirt over his head and I got caught up staring at his abs. He lay down with me and started kissing me. In a flurry of hands and falling clothes, I finally got John all to myself.
As we were falling asleep, I opened my mouth to say goodnight but instead, "L'amo il bambino." came out.
He opened one sleepy blue eye and with a wide grin he replied, "L'amo anche."
Perfection: a word that describes a thing that someone exactly desires.
My own perfection: This moment right here.
revenge: Punishment: The punishment of somebody in retaliation for harm done.
"Guess you better find a way to cool me down." I said, my mouth mere inches from his. He started to lean down to kiss me but I stepped past him. He turned, following me with his eyes. I threw him a look saying, "Come and get me" before heading off. He quickly caught up, his hands on my hips. I can feel his cool fingers on my bare skin where his hand missed my jeans. There was a serious amount of space between where my shirt ended and where my jeans began. My mother hated this shirt, since it was tight-fitting and showed my belly button. She said it was childish, since it had Hello Kitty on it, but I loved it. I wore two necklaces with it, one of a bat that hung beneath my chest and one of a diamond shape that was pressed against my collarbone. My earrings matched my diamond necklace. Underneath my ripped jeans were neon pink tights. On the way from the hair salon, I'd redone my makeup, since I'd cried black streaks down my face. I'd put on mascara and black eyeliner with bright blue eyeshadow that matched some of the streaks in my hair and my jeans. This was the new me, the one that showed skin, seduced boys into dark corners. I was going to forget about Drew and I was focused on John.
Speaking of, he leaned down and whispered softly in my ear, "you are perfect." His lips brushed against the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. I bit my lip and turned in his arms. He stared back at me, his blue eyes sparkling with a mix between lust and what I figured to be curiosity. I stood on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled myself up and kissed him.
"You taste a little like alcohol, Mr. Wimbers." I whispered.
"I'm 21, I'm allowed." he reminded.
"Don't remind me." I groaned, leaning my head against his chest while walking him backwards.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because I would remind me that you're 4 years older than I am. And that I'm not 18 and you could get into serious trouble for what I have planned." I said with a wink. I removed my arms from his neck, grabbing his hand and pulling him through the house to the pool house. Yes, John has a pool house. He lay me down on the bed in the back and kissed me. I tangled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer to me. He held my hips, running his fingertips along the hem of my jeans. The clock to our left beeped, pulling our attention to it. It was really late, crazy late. He reached into the drawer under it. He pulled out a black marker. I chuckled.
"John, what're you doing?" I asked. He winked and uncapped the marker. He pushed me onto my back and kissed my stomach.
"Seriously! What are you doing?" I asked, trying to sit up. He put a leg on either side of my waist and held me down. I pouted but flopped back. He chuckled and started scribbling something on my skin. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow but he didn't seem to notice. I tried to focus on the marker against my skin, trying to figure out what he was writing. But he wrote in lines, not movements.
"Ok, all done." he smirked, getting off me. I got up and looked down at my stomach.
"Noj?" I asked.
"Silly. You're reading it upside down." he said. He led me to a mirror.
"John? You put your name on me in marker?"
"Permanent." he stated.
"Not as permanent as this," I said, turning to show him the tattoo placed on my lower back. His jaw fell open and I smirked, catching him by surprise with a kiss on his open lips.
"You're beautiful." he said, grabbing my hand again and leading me out of the pool house. "So much so, Miss Scarlett, I have to show you off. With your new look and my name on your stomach."
"Some might think that's a metaphor for something else." I merely stated before allowing him to lead me out. His hand is warm and soft. I play with his fingers, following him to the pool. Some slow song started playing and he smiled.
"Would you care to dance with me?" he asked. I nodded. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I leaned my head against his chest and we swayed back and forth, among the other dancing pairs.
The song ended and a fast dance song with a heavy bass beat started. He ground his hips against mine and I had to hold onto him to stop from dragging him to the pool house.
"Hey man, can I talk to you?" someone asked over the music. John and I pulled back from each other to discover that the speaker belonged to none other than my douche bag ex-boyfriend in all his douche baggery goodness, Andrew Louis.
"What do you need, Drew?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow at me until that little light-bulb over his head went off with recognition.
"S-s-scarlett?" he stuttered. John pulled me closer.
"Can I talk to you?" Drew asked. I looked at John who sighed and let me go. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me purposely right in front of Drew. He pulled my jeans and released me. I stumbled over to Drew and followed him to an empty corner of the pool deck.
"What the fuck do you want, Drew?" I snapped. He took a deep breath.
"You look... amazing." he said. I rolled my eyes.
"Sure." I said sarcastically. I knew I looked amazing, but Drew didn't get to appreciate it. He dropped me on my ass for no reason. John, the perfect guy since the start did but Drew, the inappropriate ex-boyfriend jackass doesn't.
"Scarlett, don't hate me." he said softly.
"Why? Why can't I? You broke up with me, Drew. You dumped me with no explanation at all. So why the fuck can't I hate you?"
"Because I want you back." he said softly. Say what?
"What? Why? You fucking dumped me! You don't get to want me back."
"What if I told you that I love you?"
"NO!"
"Scarle-"
"Don't finish that, Andrew. Why the hell did you break up with me?"
"You don't want me to answer that."
"Why not? Why the fuck not? What could be so fucking bad that I don't deserve to fucking know?" I snapped angrily.
"Scar, calm down." he said.
"Fuck you, you ass munching assclown! Fuck you, you dim-witted assfuck!" I yelled.
"Scarlett!" he scolded.
"Vaffanculo!" I shouted. Not many people know that I speak Italian. In case you don't, that's go fuck yourself.
"Scarlett, stop cursing at me in Italian!"
"Then tell me what the fuck you want. Why did you fucking breaking up with me, che cazzo?" I wanted to smack him. That last insult is was "you dick", by the way. My uncle in Italy, who I went to spend a summer with in 8th grade taught me all the dirty words while my aunt taught me everything cultural and proper of Italy. My family in Italy are amazing. They're on my mom's side, that's why my last name is Gilmore instead of Castrogiovanni.
"You were predictable!" he finally shouted. I stared at him.
"Poshol na khui!" I cussed in Russian. My father's family is Russian.... That's fuck off, just in case you're not Russian. But before he could continue to try and calm me down, I just got started. I'm trilingual, I'm armed with three languages of cuss words. You don't piss me off, "Kooshite govno ee oomeeite! Tva-ya mama sa-syot kor-rovie khuy-ee! And you say I'm predictable! Did you expect me to just jump back to you? You're such a puttana!"
That's "eat shit and die" and "your mother sucks cow dicks."
"Scarlett!" Drew screamed, trying to get my attention.
"FUCK YOU!" I finally screamed. I started to walk off but Sam walked up. That practically chilled me out against Drew and flared me up against her. Her presence does that to me.
"Drewie.." Sam said softly. I turned on her.
"Listen, you bitchy mirror-obsessed egotistical fuck-face, I've had about enough of you!" I growled.
"Someone needs to take a Midol." she muttered. I glowered. She met my glare with one of her own.
"Ladies, let's contr-" Drew started but I cut him off.
"You fucking shut your mouth, Samantha. At least I'm not a fucking whore!"
"I'm the whore? Really, Scarlett "I'll sleep with anyone in the back of their car" Gilmore?" she growled.
"You need to calm down." I said slowly.
"Oh yeah, make me." she dared. I smirked.
"Okay." I said. I stepped towards her and shoved her with all my strength backwards into the pool. I watched with satisfaction as she fell into the water, a splash almost getting me. I leaped back and watched as she flung herself to the surface. John practically sprinted to my side as Samantha pulled herself out.
"Next time, you fucking slut, you better make sure you're nowhere near me when you speak to me like that!" I spat at her. She screamed with frustration and fury before stomping away.
"What the fuck, Scarlett?" Drew asked, staring after his whore.
"Ehh, she deserved it." I said. He groaned and followed her. I turned to John.
"Sorry about that. She was pissing me off." I said with a small, innocent smile. He leaned down and kissed me.
"You speak two different languages?" he asked as I caught sight of Tiff and Nat running to us.
"Three actually, il mio bambino."
"What did you do to her, Scarlett Alexandria Castrogiovanni-Gilmore?" Nat screeched. I doubled over with laughter at the look of her face. It was of pure amusement, confusion and pride.
"Oh, Natalya dolce. I do love you." I said with a last final giggle. She raised her eyebrow at me.
"What's so goddamn fucking funny?" she asked. Tiff wore the same confused expression.
"You."
"I don't get it. John, what happened?" Nat said.
"I don't know. One minute she's screaming at Drew, the next she's pushing that girl into the water." John answered. They turned to look at me and I shrugged.
"She's a bitch, who looked like she needed a swim. Besides, she dared me to." I said with a smug smile.
"Oh, she didn't!" Tiff said. I nodded.
"She did!"
"Why is that a big deal?" John asked.
"Our darling Scarlett does not back down from a dare." Nat informed him. I stared at her.
"Don't tell him that!" I squealed as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"Bitch!" I cried to Nat.
"Bye Scarlett!" Nat waved. I saw the twins wrapped their arms around their respective girl. Brett kissed Tiff's neck and she swatted at him. Chad turned Nat and kissed her on the lips.
"Where are you taking me, John?" I whined. He carried me up a pair of outside steps that lead to the main house and into a blue room. He lay me on the bed and smiled.
"Won't back out, huh?" he stated.
"What're you thinking?" I asked, splaying my arms out across the comforter beneath me. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. He pulled back with a smile.
"Fine."
He pulled his shirt over his head and I got caught up staring at his abs. He lay down with me and started kissing me. In a flurry of hands and falling clothes, I finally got John all to myself.
As we were falling asleep, I opened my mouth to say goodnight but instead, "L'amo il bambino." came out.
He opened one sleepy blue eye and with a wide grin he replied, "L'amo anche."
Perfection: a word that describes a thing that someone exactly desires.
My own perfection: This moment right here.
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yes, this is the last chapter... i know, it's sad to see it go...So the translations are from FreeTranslations
the insults in different languages are from Insults.com
And the ones in English are from Tyanne (Hot_Mess)
who can tell me how many times the word fuck was in this chapter?
betcha can't guess....
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-kayt