Bad Boy Meets His Match

Flashback - Third Person Narrative

Layla pulls into the curved driveway, bringing her matte black BMW X5 to a stop in front of the dorm rooms. She reaches over to grab the wrapped gift she got Tommy, before making her way into the building. She decided to surprise him on his first day of university as he has been extremely distant the last few days since he moved here. ‘He has been so busy trying to get all the practice in before classes started and then he also had to go to some compulsory meetings for the first-year students’ she thinks to herself, causing her to feel guilty for thinking that he forgot all about her when he moved to this small university town. Thus, she decided to buy him an Apple MacBook Pro to show how proud she is of him for giving it his best and working on their future.

After asking another student where she will be able to find Tommy Kings’ room, she enters the elevator that takes her to the fourth floor. She walks down the hallway looking for room 4H. Stopping in front of the wooden door she looks down to ensure her outfit is perfect. She decided on wearing her silver glittery Jimmy Choo stilettos as Tommy always said heels made her ass look good, paired with a short red bodycon dress that accentuates all her curves, making her look and feel extremely seductive. She decides against knocking as it will be an even bigger surprise if she just barges into his room looking like a sexy Santa Claus with the gift in hand. Doing just that and turning the doorknob she bounces into the room yelling a quick “SURPRISE!” in the process.

However, the sight in front of her has her smile turning into a full-on gape as she is clearly the one being thoroughly surprised. She stands there like a fish on dry land gaping for fresh air, taking in the scene in front of her. Her Tommy, her beautiful Tommy, boyfriend, love of her life is standing there stark naked, d**k deep in a girl that is bent over on Tommy’s desk.

“YOU! What the f**k are you doing in my room!” Tommy says looking at Layla with pure disgust.

“What do you mean what am I doing here? The better question is why the hell are you f*****g another girl when you have a girlfriend? How can you do this to me Tommy?” Layla all but whispers the last few words. Tears slowly rolling down her face as realization starts to sink in.

Tommy, who kept pounding away whilst Layla was talking, as if it is the most normal thing to do, pulled out of the girl just in time to release his seed all over her back. He quickly leaned forward to grab his shorts. Passing the girl his shirt so that she too can cover her naked self. Once the girl was somewhat dressed and was facing Layla, Layla was able to look at her features. She looks like something you buy in a plastic shop – between the plastic bowls and the portable shithouses. She has fake blonde hair that is in dire need of a treatment or a shave (the latter probably being the best option) and those lips look like she went to a backyard mechanic for Botox instead of a good quality doctor.

“Liking what you see b***h?” She asks Layla with venom laced in her screechy voice.

“How dare you, you little tart! You are over here screwing MY boyfriend like there is no tomorrow and…” Layla starts yelling at her just to be cut off by a smirking Tommy.

“Don’t worry babe, she is just staring at your beauty and feeling extremely jealous. She only wishes to look like you. So, let her stare” At first Layla thought that Tommy has gotten back to his senses and was talking to her because there is no way that he could possibly be talking to Botox Barbie Troll but NO he has not. Instead, he is soothingly stroking the troll’s arms as if he wants to reassure her of his affection or is it to reassure her of her looks, Layla wonders.  

“This is insanity Tommy. Please just let us talk this out in private and we can put all of this behind us. I forgive you for your actions! For everything baby, I love you so much.” Layla feels herself pleading, pleading that this nightmare would just end that she can forget about everything that has happened in the last couple of minutes. Her hope, however, is short lived when both Tommy and his ‘plastic toy’ bursts out laughing.

“I told you she is a desperate little imbecile that will do anything for my body” Tommy says to the girl next to him whilst pointing to Layla. He runs his hand through his hair and stands up from his desk. He slowly strides over to where Layla is holding herself up against the door post, until he is close enough for her to smell his alcoholic breath.

“Let me make myself crystal clear here Layla!” Tommy holds up his hand when he sees that Layla is about to protest what he is saying, immediately silencing her. An evil smirk playing on those thin lips of his “I. DO. NOT. WANT. YOU.” He emphasizes each word as if she were incompetent to understand what is being said to her. “Never have never will. I only stuck it out with you during our final High School year because you were a good f**k. Something I can pound into when I felt like it and when the other girls were too busy to give me what I deserve. A bonus of you being my girlfriend was that Joshua could never have you and now that he has immigrated, he will not want you either. So, I won, and he lost” His voice strong and confident, causing all the blood to run cold in Layla’s veins as she realizes that she was just a pawn in his games. He never did care for her, instead just used her for his own personal vendetta. 

“You cannot mean that. It isn’t possible” She cannot care that she is sobbing openly now, nor that she is openly pleading with him to just return to his senses.  

“Oh, but sweetheart I really do! You are a little high society snob that gets everything she desires because her parents buy it for her but guess what? Mommy and Daddy cannot buy you love nor happiness – that is something you will never have. You will always be a little brat that gets nothing and nowhere in her life.” His words are like gun shots to her heart, killing all her hopes and dreams. The future she created for them in her mind being ripped to shreds.

“It is a good thing that Mommy and Daddy is loaded because based on your looks you will never be able to get yourself a husband and from what I heard you are as dumb as dirt hence you could not even get accepted into University. You are so pathetic, just like that pathetic excuse of you taking a ‘GAP Year’ for studying.” The blonde bimbo speaks up. Wounding Layla further as she realizes that Tommy has been talking about her behind her back – none of its good things. Saying untrue things such as her being dumb and her lying about the GAP year when he knows the truth.

“Now get the f**k out of my room that we can finish what we were busy with before you so rudely intruded! Oh, and you can leave the gift sweetheart, it is bad luck to take back gifts” Tommy says winking at Layla whilst bimbo troll just laughs. His words finally sinking in by Layla, she can feel her blood starting to boil in her veins once more. They will not get the better of her, she will not give them any satisfaction – well not more than what they have already had in the last couple of minutes.

Lifting her chin up higher she looks him square in the face when she says “YOU, Tommy King, you are scum. You are not worth the dirt underneath my Jimmy’s. You can carry on f*****g your blonde trashcan over there. I am done with you anyway. Oh, and Tommy,” she starts to say, looking down at the gift in her hands, knowing very well that she has taken it out of the protective wrapping before she wrapped it, drops it will full force on the floor. She then takes her high heel and stomps onto it a couple of times until she hears the shatter of glass. A smile spreads on Layla’s face when she looks back into his shocked eyes “You can keep the gift; I have no need for it anyway. As you said, mommy and daddy can just buy me a new one. Whereas your broke as will never be able to own one.” And with that she stormed out, getting into her car, speeding away leaving that awful little town and those awful people far behind her. Vowing to herself that she will prove them wrong for what they have said and done to her.