A Slut's Guide to Intimacy

Chapter Four

"What the hell Scar, you're sneaking into the janitor's closet with Harvey Wright, the biggest loser in school. Are you that desperate?" River sneered, pacing back and forth.

Scarlett rolled her eyes, immensely irritated. "And why the f**k is that any of your business?"

River's rage-filled eyes snapped to hers. "Everyone in school knows we're f*****g, I can't be seen with someone that is desperate enough to sleep with a loser like Wright. Do you know what it will do to my reputation huh?"

"Oh, your reputation of being the dumbest brunette in the world. Oh, I don't think it will affect it at all," Scarlett said, a devilish, angelic smile playing on her lips.

River marched towards her, his strong steps deteriorating every ounce of confidence she thought she had. He held her jaw, squeezing it enough to hurt. Hellfire raged in his once beautiful eyes. Scarlett knew she wouldn't be able to take whatever was coming.

"Get your filthy hands off me you asshole," Scarlett said, her words a muffled mess as she was slightly restricted because River had an iron grip on her jaw.

He twisted her head towards his bed, one they exploited with numerous intercourse. "That bed has had several girls on it, you just happened to be on it yesterday. I can discard you, Scarlett, don't forget that you are disposable."

River pushed Scarlett off his grip, permitting her to land gracefully on his carpeted floor like a used rag doll.

"You're not special Scar, you're just like any ordinary slut I've fucked." River smirked as he walked into his bathroom, leaving the misunderstood angel with blighted wings.

A/N

Okayyyy, that happened.