Barbie Bitch (Rejects Paradise 3)

I raise my brow and give Milo a silent reminder of who the hell he’s talking to. “You’re right,” he continues. “They can’t touch you. I mean, they can. They can say a million kinds of awful things but it’s going to take a fucking army to take you down.”

“And what don’t they have?”

“An army.”

“Exactly. I have the school at my back. They’ve been gone for too long, so let them say what they need to say because, in the end, their little games aren’t going to work. They can’t touch me.”

“God, I wish I had your balls.”

A knock sounds at Milo’s window and both our heads whip around to find Jess bending down, trying to peer through the dark tint of the window. “Argh,” Milo grunts, looking back at her smiling face in horror. “What do I do? Make it go away.”

“Hell no. This is far too entertaining,” I laugh, crawling over Milo’s lap and finding the button for the window. “Hell, why don’t you take the morning off and get your dick sucked instead.”

“Ocean,” he snaps.

“Too late.” The window goes down and I grin up at Jess who gives me a strange look for being sprawled out all over her little chew toy’s lap. “Hey girl,” I smile, grabbing the door handle and swinging it open. “Come around. Take my place.”

I climb over Milo as Jess happily squeals and hurries around to the passenger side. “I’m going to fucking kill you,” he grumbles before groaning when I accidentally knee him in the balls. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“I’m trying,” I laugh, getting stuck and having to swan dive through the open door, landing on the pavement, then scrambling to my feet and fixing my skirt. I get all of one second to grin widely at Milo before my school bag comes hurtling towards my chest. I catch it with a grunt and don’t even get a chance to laugh at Milo before the Aston Martin is peeling away from the curb with Jess’ high-pitched squeal telling me she’ll see me later.

With Milo and Jess out of the way, I focus my energy on getting through the school gates without getting mauled by bitchy comments and nasty glares. Putting one foot in front of another, I make it through the gates, but not without the stares of my fellow peers, but they’re not the stares that Casey and Cora were hoping I’d get.

Just as I’d suspected, the devil twins have gotten here early to spread the word that there’s a war brewing. But the girls at BSP aren’t looking at me as though I’m the enemy, they’re watching me with excitement, with power, knowing damn well that if anyone was going to take them down, it’s going to be me. If they aren’t looking at me like that, then they’re sitting back to watch the show, because I can guarantee that the Carrington twins going up against their brother’s girlfriend will be the talk of the town.

This is the kind of shit that reality TV shows are made of. I should be checking out all these girls and figuring out which one has a daddy in entertainment law. I bet this could make me as big as a Kardashian. I wonder what kind of paycheck goes along with that?

The locker beside mine closes with a loud bang and I jump, whipping my head around to find Hendrix staring back at me with a wide grin. “Oh, girl. What kind of shit have you gone and got yourself involved in now? The rumors going around about you … dammmmn.”

I close my locker and let out a frustrated sigh. “Let’s hear it,” I tell her, falling against the cool metal of my locker. “What are the devil spawns saying about me?”Chapter 5By the time lunch rolls around, I’ve created a mental list of all the things being said about me and I have to give it to the devil twins, they’re creative. But so far, their little lies aren’t enough to have the student body believing a word they say. They're at least twenty different rumors going around, and every single one of them is just a little too dramatic. Eyes seem to roll when a new rumor pops up, everyone knows it's just a little more fuel on the fire.

There’s the usual ‘she’s pregnant’ rumors, the ‘she’s transexual’ ones that come from being enrolled in BSA for my first few weeks in Bellevue Springs, then of course, the obvious ‘she’s fucking Colton to get ahead in life’ rumors.

None of them hold any merit and as the girls at this school have gotten to know me over the past few weeks, they’ve come to learn this shit isn’t enough to faze me. All of it is too obvious, too much too soon.