AN: Wassup? Ok. Now that I once again have access to my computer, let's do this! Also, I kinda realized just how much of an asshole the main character of Huniepop is, so I'm taking this story in a slightly lesbianic direction :) Anyways, enjoy~

EDIT: WELL WELL THEN. THANKS FOR THE GREAT REVIEWS (the caps means I'm being sarcastic). Yes, I'm sure some of you liked it, and only a few people have decided to send me rude comments, but to those who can't keep the vulgarity to themselves, FUCK YOU (heh, see what I did there?). But in all seriousness, yes, I know this chapter sucks. I rushed it sooooo much. I just wasn't feeling it when I wrote this, but I didn't want to wait any longer to update. I don't think I'll rewrite the chapter, but I'll do my best with future chapters (which may take a while).

*Beep beep* "...Hmmmm..." *beep beep* "Hmmmmmmm..." *BEEP BEEP* "Ughhhh..." *BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DAMN ALARM CLOCK!"

I angrily sat up in my bed and proceeded to slam my fist on the dismiss button. Of course, this was a bad idea. Why? Because I was hungover as hell. Now you may be wondering "Why did you set an alarm clock if you knew you'd be hungover?" I have two responses to that: "Shut the fuck up and go away" or the less hostile, "Because my friend, Tiffany, made me. She thinks it'll get me to come to class more often." Guess which answer was befitting of my mood?

I looked at my calendar and saw the classes I had today. Another tip from Tiffany was to be more organized. I really didn't care, but she got a calender and marked it up with my classes anyways. Guess that's Tiffany for you. So incredibly thoughtful, even if I act like a bitch. But that's why we're friends. That, and she's not entirely a "good girl". Yeah, that girl has her own wild side. I mean, she's still to much of a pussy to smoke or get high with me, but she's pretty damn fun at Lusties Nightclub.

According to my calender, I had all of my least favorite classes today. "Well thank fuck I'm hungover. I don't want to listen to some boring asshole talk about something even more boring." I texted Tiffany and told her I was hungover, so I wouldn't be coming today.

Almost immediately, she replied with "You know, you probably shouldn't drink on a school night."

I rolled my eyes and texted back, "It's not my fault. Some guy brought me to Lusties and got me drunk as fuck. Besides, I wouldn't be talking Mrs. Lemon drop."

"Fine. Do you want me to bring you something to eat later? :V"

"What's with that weird ass emoji? And yes. Anything junk food is fine with me."

"Ok then. I'll bring movies too. We don't have classes for two days, so we can just chill out."

"Sounds fucking amazing to me."

"Yay! See you later." Tiffany sent one last text before heading off to her own boring classes.

I set my phone down and grabbed my pizza slices from the previous night. I quickly killed off the first slice as I gave in to my hunger. Before I started eating the next one, I grabbed my water and some medicine I kept in my bedside table. I popped a couple of pills in my mouth and swallowed then with the water. "Ick. These are fucking disgusting."

I finished my glass of water and then ate my pizza, ridding my mouth of the medicine's taste. Then I looked around my room. "Well what the hell am I going to do all day?" My eyes glanced over random objects in my room. Then I looked at my pillow and decided, "Fuck it. I'm going back to sleep."

However, the world decided it hated me today. Literally 5 fucking minutes after I laid down, I got a phone call.

"Uggghhhh what the fuck do you want?" I sleepily demanded into the phone.

"It's just me." Said a male voice. Oh god. It was the loser from last night. "I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date later."

"Sure, whatever. I don't care. Now shut up." I hung up. Now, about that lovely pillow...

I woke up about 3 hours later and showered and whatnot. I looked at my phone and saw a text from the dude. "Pick you up at 3"

I looked at the clock: 3. The asshole would be here any minute.

"Ugh, fucking fantastic. I'm not even ready..." I looked at myself in my bathroom mirror while brushing my hair. 'I hope I look good enough...' Yeah, I know, I actually cared. First person I've ever been moderately worried about impressing. You can go shut the fuck up now.

Then the doorbell rang... "Shit. Fine." I ran to the door and greeted him with a lovely "What the fuck do you want?"

As expected, he simply smiled and grabbed my hand. I felt a tingle. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?

"We're going to the flower gardens." He commanded.

"Oh great. I love it when pollen fucks me up." I remarked.

"You'll live" He replies.

Oh my. For some reason, that shuts me up. Maybe because he's actually proving himself to not be so much of a pussy. In any case, after a super fucking boring ride, we got to the garden.

It actually wasn't that bad. He seemed to be getting along with me perfectly. At least, until Tiffany happened to show up.

"Audrey? What are you doing here?" She looked between me and him. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. "And why are you with him?"

"Why? Do you know him?" I glared at the asshole. I could see him starting to sweat. I could feel my rage building up. But I felt something else too...

"Hehehe... I can explain-"

"Like HELL you can!" My eyes widened in surprise at Tiffany. The girl actually said it. Thank fucking god she wasn't completely plastic.

Time for me to step in. "Look. It's pretty fucking clear that you're just some pussy whipped bitch who thought he could fuck a bunch of girls. Well guess what? You-"

I was cut off by Tiffany, " You'd better know DAMN well that nobody messes with Audrey and comes out in one piece." She kicks him in the balls and grabs my hand to pull me away.

I was so fucking surprised that I didn't know what to say. I've NEVER seen her like this before. EVER. Something other than that cheating bitch was wrong...