Chapter 3

Rumors have practically ruined my life. They've managed to turn a troublemaker into a slut. And I totally fail to understand what connection a troublemaker and a slut had. Those two characteristics were almost polar opposites.

In seventeen years of my life I never had a boyfriend, and frankly it made me happy. I haven't even had my first kiss yet and as cliché as it sounds: I'm waiting for the prince charming who is going to sweep me off my feet.

But that's drifting me away from my point. My point here is why does everyone have to get sexual with me? I admit I'm beautiful, have a good body, and an attitude that attracts boys, but that just doesn't mean I am a freaking slut!

Previously at the party, that guy, Charles Kingsley asked me if I could give him a blow job and now there's a guy who has his arms securely wrapped around my waist, his front pressed against my back and his face resting on my shoulder. Ugh! I hate it when unknown people touch me. It's simply sickening, awkward and uncomfortable.

Another thing, guys such as Charles Kingsley and the guy who has his arms wrapped around my waist, don't get the drift of no. They are persistent and threats don't work on them, like ever! The only language they are capable of understanding is that of violence.

Therefore I didn't bother wasting my energy in menacing him with threats that he would surely ignore. I simply elbowed him in his stomach with all my energy. His arms instantly unwrapped themselves from around my waist. There was space created in between us and I was thankful about that. I heard him grunt in pain, but I didn't bother looking back. I was least interested to know what that douche bag looked like.

I was aware he wasn't going to stop at that. He would try and talk to me or maybe even force himself on me, but I ignored it.I didn't even bother thinking about it. Let the time play its game!

The lesser attention the creepers get the more easier it is to get rid of them.

I focused my attention back to where it was before that douche bag interrupted. My attention was back to Jason. Back to Alcohol. Hell, I was still craving for alcohol!

"Jason, please -"I was cut-off by the douche bag again.

"That wasn't very nice of you sweetheart." He commented. His tone was slightly annoyed.

I rolled my eyes. Being nice to guys who tried getting sexual with me was the best thing I could do. I thought sarcastically.

"I never said I was nice." I replied curtly and half-heartedly. I didn't even bother turning around to face him.

His humorous chuckle reverberated in my ear. I didn't find anything remotely humorous about this situation. So what made him chuckle was out of my understanding.

"Ivory sweetheart, at least have the courtesy to behave properly. It's never nice to show your back to a person who is talking to you." The douche bag commented, amusement clear in his voice.

"What are you, my chaperon now?" I asked, smugly and at the same time shaking my head mentally at the douche bag's stupidity. I wasn't polite enough to behave properly in front of people I knew and this douche bag expected me to have the courtesy to behave appropriately in front of a total stranger who tried to harass me.

Yeah right. Me and behave properly in front of a total stranger. The world would have been a lot greener and pollution-free the day that happens.

"You wish you were that cool, sweetheart." He replied, smugly. Could his ego boast any notch higher?

This douche bag was starting to get on my nerves and sooner or later I was going to lose my calm. And the way the events for the day have turned out definitely didn't make my mood any better. Dealing things with patience wasn't my motto anymore. I had enough of his nonsense and I wasn't about to handle anymore.

"Are you done? Apparently you're just wasting my time." I stated in a bored tone. I wasn't feigning to be bored though, I was actually bored. Maybe more irritated than bored, but whatever it is, I didn't wish to be in his company.

He faked gasp and taunted saying, "Being sweet definitely doesn't cost."

Did this guy have a death wish? Because the way our conversation was leading would probably end up with a black eye, bruised lips and maybe some spilt blood or maybe his funeral. I knew I wouldn't regret my decision of beating this guy up, I was assured about that much.

I was done listening to snide remarks and smug comments. I needed to give him a piece of my mind now before he crossed the line and ended up in a condition he wouldn't even remember how it happened in the first place.

I got down from the high chair I was seated on and turned around to finally see the face of the arrogant douche bag who was simply wasting my time.

There stood a guy dressed in a white shirt, formal black cotton bottoms and classy old man's shoe. He looked like he had come from some formal party. What a weird coincidence! His brown hair was shabby, as if he had run his hand through them a couple of times. He stood confidently at a distance of about 5 yards from me. His face was masked with smugness and mischief.

Arrogant Bastard! The most suitable words that described the cocky guy who stood in front of me with the biggest smirk on his face.

"Listen Mister, today isn't the day you want to mess with me. So kindly cooperate and walk away." I warned him, as calmly and yet threatening as possible. He was lucky I was giving him a chance to walk away, seeing I am not always this lenient.

"Sweetheart, you don't scare me," He stated, smugly. The smirk on his face widened.

I narrowed my eyes at him. He was testing my patience. I was already angry, but I was trying not to create any problems for myself or that guy, but he wasn't willing to back down. And hell, I'm not the kind of person who backs down either. One wrong sentence from him and the next thing you would know is that you are attending his funeral.

"It's better if you leave." Janet voiced lowly to the Arrogant Bastard, stepping in between us.

"She is just a girl, she can't do anything." He stated smirkingly and threw a challenging look my way.

Janet snorted and said, "Boy, believing that is your biggest mistake." She moved out of the way, making the path between the guy and me clear.

That boy had the nerve to call me a mere girl who wasn't capable of doing anything. Damn him. The anger within me was boiling. I could reach hundred degrees Celsius any moment now. My fists were clenched tightly by my side, my nose was flaring with anger and my eyes were narrowed. The Arrogant Bastard just made this anger building up within me worst with his taunts and comments.

"Ivory sweetheart, you look hot when you are angry," He commented, winking at me. The smirk on his face was clearly evident.

I didn't know why I was letting him get to me. It was probably because I had been pissed off by everyone enough for the night and this guy's taunts were just like adding more fuel to the fire which has already gone bizarre.

I had kept him entertained for more than enough time now. I'm going to prove it to him that messing with me was the worst decision he ever took.

I took a step towards him, all ready to beat the shit out of him. That's just when Janet stepped in front of me again. Worry and concern was evident on her face. She placed both her hands on either sides of my shoulder and looked me right in the eye, pleading me not go any further. "Ivory babe, listen to me, let's go...he is just a douche and he doesn't deserve your time. C'mon let's move." Her voice was soft and convincing.

"But-" I tried to argue back. He can't simply get away after throwing so many snide remarks.

"No buts. Let's go. I'll buy you a bottle of vodka when we get out of here." Janet said in a firm yet soft voice. She sounded very convincing. She was good at that. She had dealt with me enough to know how to persuade me.

I looked behind me, at the brown haired guy. He stood there confidently, the smirk still visible on his face. Asshole! I shot him a brief glare before I was ready to leave with Janet. The only reply to my glare was a proud smug smirk.

"Ignore him." Janet whispered in my ear and started pulling me away from there. Away from the Arrogant Bastard!

"Sweetheart, that's like it now. Being stubborn isn't going to help you ever. I mean if you weren't so stubborn at the party before, maybe your mom wouldn't have slapped you." He said tauntingly.

He had crossed his limits. I was walking away; I was going to spare him, but not anymore. I was done being calm and patient.

What happens between my parents and me was strictly my business. No one had the right to say anything about that. This Arrogant Bastard had just done the unthinkable.

I snapped my arm out of Janet's hold and furiously stalked towards him. I could hear Janet shouting at me to stop, but I just ignored her.

When I was near enough, I lifted my balled fist and drove it straight towards his cheek with all my force. When my fist made contact with his cheek, he stumbled back, probably caught off guard. Before he could compose himself to get ready for another punch, I lifted my other hand and punched him again in the face. That had him stumble backwards and grunt in pain.

It was so wrong of him or for that matter anyone to think that I wasn't capable of beating up anyone. I was a black belt taekwondo player. Self defense came naturally to me. I had beaten the shit out of many people before. The one news which wasn't a rumor and people considered it a rumor.

I stepped towards him to throw another punch. He was still trying to recover from my previous two punches.

"Having fun?" I asked, sarcastically and coldly.

He groaned in pain and looked up at me, still trying to compose himself.

"I underestimated your strength," He commented gruffly.

"Nothing new in that," I replied, coldly and rolled my eyes.

I surely wasn't done beating this guy up. He still needs to be taught a lesson to not mess with Ivory Richards. The anger within me hadn't subsided.

I raised my balled fist and punched him in the stomach this time. He grunted in pain and coughed while placing his hand at the shot I had just punched him.

"IVORY, STOP FOR HEAVEN SAKE!" I heard Janet yell. She sounded helpless and horrified.

I couldn't blame her for feeling that way.

I looked at the guy in front of me. There was already a bruise forming below one of his eye. His lip had a slight cut too. He wasn't able to compose himself. From the movement of his shoulders I could say that he was breathing heavily. He had probably had enough or maybe he was simply acting.

"Okay." I replied to Janet blankly but before I could walk away from him, I kicked him in his shin, threw two punches in his face and the last one in his stomach. The last blow had him fall to the ground with a loud thud. He was groaning in pain, but I cared less. He had brought that upon himself.

I was looking at him intently as he was spiraled on the floor, looking for some kind of aid. But no one dared to help him as I still stood there glaring at him. When his eyes met mine, I glared at him and then sent a smug smirk his way conveying the message, 'This isn't over yet.'

It definitely wasn't. He was just yet another rival who was added to my list. I wasn't going to let him off my hook so easily.

It's just not my style to leave a business in between. It must be completed. And I'll settle my tab with the Arrogant Bastard when I encounter him the next time. Thats a promise I'm making to myself. It won't be broken.

Giving him one last promising look I walked away from there with Janet.

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END OF CHAPTER THREE!

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