Battle Royale25

Alright... so this is the second time I've had to type out this ENTIRE story because it didn't save the first time. So I'm most likely going to half ass it.

Moment of silence.
Anyways... here we go with my story.



Girl code #2: never call a fellow sister a c**nt.
Girl Code #6: never get in a fight over a boy with a fellow sister.
Girl Code #11: never slap a fellow sister.

I broke all three of these codes this weekend...and I am 100% not ashamed.
What can I say... Bitch had it coming.

My past Frinight started off like it always does. Get outta class around 7, go home/change/cake on some make up, go grab a slice of pizza with the Twat Team™, then go to the designated drinking house of the night and drink our sorrows and happiness. But this time, there was a lot more blood, tears, slaps, and cussing involved. Lezz just say... I did a lot of pulling that I was not necessarily proud of. 

Oops.. okay I'm getting a little bit a head of myself. Lets back it up a couple hours. 

So we arrive at this house and everyones doing the usual: taking shots of whiskey and chasing with one sip of beer and one sip of the giant sized Red Bull that everyone is passing around.* After a lil bit the new boy in our group, Lawn (not his name), arrived with some of his friends. 

Okay... so it is not necessarily a secret that I'm crushing on this dude really hard. 

But I was doing that whole 'friend card' game shit. Ya know the one that's like: first, friend card him using words and phrase such as "homie" and "gangsta" because nothing says friend more than some gang signs; second, he'll be like "ZOMG, why does she keep friend carding me? I'm going to go make out with her face now." 

Well I guess I used one too many "niggafaces" and he thought I was actually friend carding him instead of pretend friend carding him. So I decided to make it as obvious as possible that I wanted to stick my dick in his face.***

It was going pretty well. I was playing all the usual flirt stunts, ie. wearing his hat, playing beer pong together, and showing him funny videos on his phone. I'm doing pretty well and I find myself stoked that I decided to shave my kitty this morning. TMI? DGAF!

Until I decided to take my first PB (piss break) with three other girls (everyone does this, right?). One of the girls was this SLUT named.... BS, short for boyfriend stealer. This is when I make the biggest mistake of my entire life... I decided to tell the whole bathroom that I want Lawn's face all over my face. 
Not realizing the damage I just did to myself, I go back out and re-attach myself to Lawn's hip... where I belong. We're both outta beer, so I (being the nice soon to be girlfriend that I am) go to the basement to get us a couple of brews. AND THATS WHEN THE WAR STARTED. 

I walk back upstairs to find BS sitting next to Lawn on the couch stroking his muscular arm with her ugly chode hands. OH hell fucking no. So I walk over, give him his beer, and plop down right next to him. So heres the scene: BS and me sitting on the couch... with Lawn sitting right in between us fighting for his attention. After a couple minutes of this very embarrassing show, BS gives up and walks away. DUH!
So we all enjoy the rest of the night... shots, brews, games, and OH yeah.. blood. I, being drunk, tried to open a beer bottle with a lighter... well I ended up with an unopened beer and a chunk out of my knuckle that was squirting blood all over the place. MYB.

It was a hoot of a time though and next thing I know it's four am and Lawn and his friends are taking off. We hug goodbye and I'm feeling alright on the progress I made tonight. 
And that's whenn it happened.
I look over and see BS KISS LAWN ON THE LIPS SHE FUCKING KISSED HIM ON THE DSUVGHUIAERHGAAJFHFUCKING LIPS WHAT THE LITERAL EF THATS MY MAN (sorry for the lack of punctuation, it just doesn't seem as mad when I include periods).

I'm fucking pissed at this point. And obicado way to waisted. 
Lawn and his friends left, and that when I approached that little c**t (this is actually the first time I have ever broken rule #2). 
I'm not really sure what happened but next thing I know.. her weave is in my left hand. 

I've heard multiple different accounts on what actually happened during the "fight" (if there was even a fight). IDK because I saw her the next day and she acted chill as fuck with me. So either nothing happened and her weave by accident fell out into my hand or she was too drunk to remember fighting me as well. 

All I know is that girl code is offish out the window with me. 

Don't cross me...

-DKoutttttttt

*Herpes is a made up disease that sex ed teachers warned us about in sixth grade to scare us away from having sex.**
**Didn't work. 

***Listen. Gross yet awesome but disturbing yet comforting.****

****JK