Don't Come Near Me -- I Have The Heart Break Disease

* All names have been changed to protect the innocent; and not so innocnet *

I coincider  myself a very tolerant person. I mean, I've put up with a lot of bullshit in my life; from teachers, from guys, from parents, from my foster sister, from friends; you name it, I've put up with it.

Now, I'm not going for sympathy here. I'm just saying, I'm a pretty laid-back person. But the shit-head who ever created this one guy, ONE GUY needs to be locked up for a ver, very, VERY long time.

I'm at the public beach; minding my own ass, right? Well over trundles this shit-head of a human male. He's about two grades lower then me, and a total fucking loser. He probably jacks off in the shower, that's the only thing he has ever he was 4-timing those sixth graders two years ago.

Anyway, I'm at the pool with my friends; two other girls and three guys. My best buddies in the entire world. He trundles over and stands over Sarah. She looks up at him.

"Move." She orders him. Sarah doesn't take any bullshit from anyone. Well, this sleezebag just snorts and says,

"Aren't we just a ray of fucking sunshine?"

Of course, this pisses us all off.

"Go fuck yourself, dill-hole." Sam -- yeah, he's a guy -- retorts. Sam likes to believe that he protects us.

"Make me, ass-monkey." Sleeze-bag snarls.

"Why the fuck are you over here, pissing us the hell off for anyway?" Tye asks. Sleeze rolls his eyes.

"I'm supposed to deliever a message to Bella." He says, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at me.

Now, I was licking a fudge-monkey over on the sidewalk. I was watching this all unfold, because as a beach rule, no fudge-monkey's are allowed to be ingested on the sand. Plus, Sam would throw sand on it so I couldn't eat it, anyway.

"Me!?" I sqwak. Sleeze-bag creeps me the hell out, so I always steer clear of him. He smells like fucking balls anyway.

"Why do you want to talk to Bella?" Sam asks, standing up. Sam and I kind of have a thing for each other, even though it's not offical yet.

"I have a message for her." Sleeze says. He crosses over to me. 

Now, we're standing so that our sides are visable to my friends. I'm standing with my left hand to the beach; that hand is holding the fudge-monkey. He's standing with his right hand towards the beach. Out of my perfrial vision, I see Sam stand up and start walking towards us. Sleeze comes up to me and stands really close. I can smell his nasty-ass breath, that's how close he is.

"You look fucking sexy in that bathing suit." He growls. 

And then he hooks his fingers under my bikini top, and.... takes a look.

Now, I'm not beautiful. I'm a freakin' 36 B cup, and that's ahrdly overwhelming on my 5'9'' frame. Who the fuck does this guy think he is ANYWAY!?

This is about the time Sam's fist connects with Sleez's face. Sleeze goes down, Sam beating the shit out of him. It takes Tye and Aaron to pry Sam off. Sam's swearing, and people are staring. 

We're kicked off the beach, but not before I dump the rest of my Fudge-Monkey down the front of Sleez's swimming trunks. 

Sam's my fucking super-hero.  

:D