*Author's note; I am going to go ahead and rate this chapter R, just for the language and sexual references and such...just so you all are warned...*
“So, if we want to really pay back the
guys for all the evil things they did to us growing up, I say we make them wear
this.” Kelly said, holding up a yellow and orange checkered shirt.
Miley gagged a little, as Lily handed her a water bottle.
“That must be one horrible shirt.” Lily said, a hint of laughter mixing in with
her southern accent.
“Good god, lunch didn’t taste that bad the first time.” Miley
said.
“Is that Melinda Timberlake?!?” A high-pitched voice asked,
making Miley and Kelly groan.
“Hasn’t a house dropped on…Katherine!” Miley said, plastering
a smile on her face as a blonde came around the corner.
“Since when have you been back in town? Last I knew, you ran
off and left poor JT all alone.” Katherine replied, tossing some of her hair
over her shoulder.
“You know, I could have sworn that only close friends called
Justin that.” Miley replied, raising an eyebrow at the girl.
“When did you come crawling back into town? I thought you
left to make a name for yourself?” Katherine asked, trading her nice tone for
the normal nasty tone she used with Miley.
“Well, I tried. But I soon found out that you had slut and
bitch reserved for yourself and I figured it was no use.” Miley replied.
“Still cursing like a sailor I see. Guess you can take the
girl out of the tomboy but you can’t take the boy out of the girl.” Katherine
replied.
“Wasn’t that always your problem in school?” Kelly asked.
“Not able to keep the boys out of you?”
“At least according to the bathroom stalls.” Miley added.
“Oh puh-leeze. Like you weren’t written about either.”
Katherine replied. “Some of us know what happened after the district football
game senior year.”
“Nothing happened after that game.” Kelly said. “We were all
at that party at Margaret Cooke’s.”
“Not all of us.” Katherine replied.
Miley looked at her feet, ran her tongue over her bottom lip
and shook her head. “I’d really hate to have to chew out my second Barbie
wannabee, but if you guys would stop lying, that would make it easier.” Miley
replied.
“Look, Melinda, you can pretend your fleece is white as snow
but I was there. I know what happened and I’m surprised that you can go on
playing house with Justin. I mean, he loved it while you were gone.” Katherine
shot back.
“Miley, she’s just jealous.” Kelly started.
“We should go.” Lily spoke up.
“Katherine, for your own sake, you better keep all your shit
to yourself before I start airing out some of your dirty laundry. And trust me;
your list is a hell of a lot longer than mine.” Miley said, stepping toe to toe
with Katherine.
“Is that a threat? Because I’m sure Kildeer would love to
know his favorite troublemaker is making threats.” Katherine retorted.
“Turn me in to Kildeer. See, I have nothing to be afraid of.
Whereas, when it comes to you Katherine, you will always be a conniving bitch.
You just couldn’t stand that I was happy, and especially not with one of the
star basketball players. I mean, in what crazy world would a basketball player
not want to be with a cheerleader?” Miley said. “See, in Katherine Land that may
be how it all works. But in the real world, the basketball player was at home
and fucking his wife.”
“You kiss your baby with those lips?” Katherine shot back.
“No, I blow mine.” Miley replied. “And trust me, he likes
it.”
“MILEY!” Kelly said, breaking into the verbal fight.
“I’d saw see you later Kat, but I highly doubt you have time
to fit me into your busy schedule.” Miley said, turning and walking away.
‘What the hell was that about?” Kelly asked, as she and Lily
followed Miley out of the store.
“Part of my dirty laundry.” Miley replied.
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“You slept with Katherine Murphy!” Miley yelled, catching
Justin off guard. He had been standing at the sink washing off his dishes when
Miley had come in.
‘Where would you get that idea?” Justin asked.
“Doesn’t matter. Have you or have you not slept with
Katherine Murphy?” Miley asked.
“Doesn’t matter.” Justin replied.
“You did! You fought with me and then screwed the head
cheerleader.’ Miley said.
Justin chuckled a little to himself. “Like you didn’t do
anything that night.” Justin replied.
“I never said I hadn’t.’ Miley shot back. “When you
apologized for the fight, I confessed.”
“You left out that fact that it was with JC.” Justin yelled.
“We were drunk!” Miley said. “I was pissed at you. Did you
expect me to spend the entire time at Margaret’s missing you?”
“Apparently not, seeing as how every time we hit a bump, you
go running to someone else.” Justin said.
“I was always here to work things out.” Miley said.
“Then how come Lance was always playing mediator? Why did you
run to JC after that fight? And why the hell did I have to learn about this Ryan
guy from some girl I never have met?” Justin asked.
“Nothing happened between Ryan and I.” Miley said.
“Oh really? You might want to rephrase that last sentence.”
Justin said.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Miley asked.
Justin walked over to the kitchen table and picked up the
bouquet of daffodils that were sitting there. “He brought these for you and
wanted to make sure everything was fine because he hadn’t heard from you.”
Justin said, shoving the flowers at her. “Daffodils were our flowers, Melinda.”
“Ryan and I never even dated. He was Tara’s brother and
always wanted something to happen. But, nothing ever did.” Miley said, the tears
falling from her eyes.
“Who are you going to run to this time?” Justin asked.
“Get out.” Miley said, through gritted teeth.
“You can’t kick me out. This is my house.” Justin said.
“This is my house too, and I want you to get the hell out.”
Miley said.
Justin looked at her for a second, watching her try to gain
control of her emotions. He shook his head and left, slamming the door behind
him.