Part of me ~Editing What I Have~

Chapter 4: Part of Me

I heard the ring on the doorbell of my average 'middle class' house.

Shit I wasn't ready. I aplied the rest of my lipstick a little faster then I liked to, but it looks fine.

I skipped down the stairs two at a time belive it or not but I was acctaully exited for the party. Its been awile since my last party.

Basicly since I joined the gang I was never free so I didn't go to partys anymore

But finally after years of waiting I could go crazy at a party. The only thing I didn't like at a party was the beer. Bleh anything alcohol made me so wasted. I had absolutly no tolerance for the stuff.

Bleh. Just thinking about the stuff made me wanna HURL! But I couldn't at least not know because I was going to my first party in like, FOREVER! Squeeeeeee!

I ran to the door in my 5inch steletos. I think this occasion calls for my 5 inchers. It's not quite a 6 yet (I'm saving the 6 for super important things like weddings and such.)

I grabbed for the door handle and slowly turned the knob trying to make things more suspensful like in the movies.

Before I could even open the door half way the person on the other side of the door kicked it as hard as they could right into my breasts.

"Shit. You should know better then to just go bustin' down peoples doors and hittin' them and shit." I screamed at my attacker.

I tried to get a good look at "it" but "its" shaggy brown hair was covering "its" face.

"Your coming with me." it said. I assumed the it was a man from the deep voice and everything but you can't be to sure until you test one move on them.

I smirked a little as I spun around and kicked him in the balls. I saw him shrink up like a prune to the ground as I started to roll him outside onto the curb.

Of course if anyone asks he was trying to rape me. but just in case I'll beat myself up. But that'll have to wait until after the party.

I guess I should go inside the house now it is just a little cold out when your in a hot red and slightly skimpy dress.

How I love boyfriends. They allways buy everything you need for you, and then when your done with them you just pick up another one.

Love is so simple.

Or for me at least.

I heard the doorbell ring again. Urg this dude didn't give up did he? Well I'll have to show him this time.

I ripped open the front door and punched him right in the gut. I heard a low moan as the man fell inside my house. When I got a closer look at him I relized in horror that that wasn't the "rapist" it was James.

Oh shit, sometimes I hate doing before I think.

Whatever if thats the price I pay for being fearless I'll tale that deal.

"A-are you ok?" I asked with a tint of worry in my voice. I knew I hit him hard and it was a pretty good punch. I would be pretty suprized if he wasn't at least winded from our "little insident" whats done is done though. I just hope he can suck it up enogh so I can still go to that party.

"Fine." He replied wincing as he treid to get up off the ground.

"Here I'll help you." I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.

"So you ready to go?" he asked back to his normal chirpy self.

"Yah lets head." I said weaving his arm through mine. It was the first time I got a good enough look at him and I relized he looked nice he had put a plaid button up shirt on with the top few buttons undone and just the usual ripped jeans.

I hope I wasn't to over dressed, but it allways seems that guys get to make less of an effort than other people.

He opened the front door of his porshe to me and said "After you my lady." Ha gentelman so wasn't his style. And what did he want me to compliment the car I mean it looked like trash next to my ferrari but I'll let the man keep his pride.

"Where's this 'legandary' party at?" I asked slightly confused beacuse he refused to tell me any of the details about it.

"East side." he said pushing the gas to the max.

East side. That was his gangs territory.

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Authors note: Whaaaaaa? more gang crap!? And who the hell is this "it" person??? Does "it" come back????? I dunno! But if I did I wouldn't tell you anyway :P

Quote of the chapter: "Hello Operator??? Could you give me the number for 911?"

~ Homer Simpson