Chapter 1
"I'm so fucking bored today!" I said to myself.
This little act of playing the good boy is getting on my nerves. But
*Mother* has to buy it, otherwise I might find myself disowned and I can't let that happen...
My stupid stepbrother, on the other hand, gets to do everything he wants...yeah well, I do too, but I always have to be sneaking around. His father just throws money at him, but of course, that won't bring his mother back from the grave.
That was mean, but hey, let's face it. I'm not just a bitch. I am The Bitch. I've been chain smoking my Gitanes since I woke up at 11. It's good that my mother and her husband are on that long trip. I'm lazily looking at the latest GQ, thinking of what am I gonna buy myself later.
It's amazing, but my mother finds the way to screw up my social life even from overseas. She's asked me to entertain this dumb new kid... who's late, to top it off. And I can hear Justin's new whore squealing in his room... it's not even funny because I had the hots for that guy also. I hate sloppy seconds.
The new boy is finally here, the idiot... who does he think he is? Nick
Carter, I think that's what my mother said his name was. He's sort of cute, this might not be as boring as I thought. But he's dumb... he introduced himself as Nicky. For Christ's sake! How old is he? 8???
"Get rid of the Nicky", I said coldly. "You're Nicholas from now on."
He seems so eager to please, it's disgusting. Lots to learn, kiddo.
We'll take the limo because I'm not about to drive at this time of the day."
"Head to Armani", I ordered the driver.
After giving our parent's credit cards a good workout, we went to have
dinner and he kept on blabbling about this or that girl he thought was cute. I just rolled my eyes and sipped my lemon Perrier, wishing I was back at the manor to raid Justin's father's Hennessy supply.
I snapped back to reality when he said that one of his multiple crushes was Britney. I smirked knowing that she's such a slut, he could have her in the blink of an eye. She also happens to be a friend of mine. Well, if you could call her a friend... we're always fighting about who's gonna have a guy first.
I've beaten her so many times, stupid bitch.
Anyway, I promised little Nicky I would help him win the heart of lovely Britney. The rambling went on and on while going back *chez moi*. I began scheming on how I could have some fun with this naive boy. And this time I was going to play an old card I had hidden for a while
Chapter 2
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