Week Forty-Three // Friday The 13th

What is it about Friday The 13th that just spells out hell? Okay, it doesn't really spell out hell, but you know what i mean. Unlucky for me, like lots of people, Friday The 13th's are just not my day, it all started after i got my Mom a traffic ticket back when i was 10 because i was bitchy and refused to put on my seatbelt, since then, Friday the 13th's get worse for me, year after year...As for what's in store for me this year...nothing can compare.


*Detroit, MI, Blackhawks Team Hotel, Friday The 13th, 4pm*


"ZIP IT UP!!" I Yelled.

"I'M TRYING!" Patrick yelled.

"Could you two keep it down?" Jonathan asked.

"SHUT UP," Patrick and I both said.

"Damn..." He said.

"I TOLD you this size was too small..." Patrick mumbled, trying to zip up the back of the dress.

"And i told you to mind your own DAMN BUSINESS!" I yelled back.

"IT WON'T ZIP UP!" He yelled.

"Let me try," Jonathan said, getting out of bed and trying to zip me up.

"Good luck but-" Patrick began, but then stopped.



Jonathan was able to zip me up. He wasn't.

"You just got lucky,"  Patrick mumbled.



"I got the magic touch with these hands," Jonathan winked.

"No you don't," Patrick rolled his eyes.

"That's not what Erica was saying last night," Jon smirked. Patrick's face turned that red color, you know, the shade Coach Q turns during games.

"BIG TIME BURN!!!" I laughed.

"Let's just go get this night over with!" Patrick grumbled, as i tried to stop laughing.



Justin called me last night and said he was able to book this condo or something for us tonight. It wasn't a hotel, but it was a condo. Hmph.  It took us about 15 minutes to get there, when we showed up, me and Patrick just took a deep breath.

"Be good," I said to him as we walked toward the door.



"I'll do my best," He sighed.


We walked up the steps, and took another breath in before i knocked on the door and Justin opened it. He shaved. He SHAVED. She got him to SHAVE. Oh my gosh. He really is in love.

"Hey!" He smiled, letting us in.

"Hey!" I smiled back, coming in.

"Nice place..." Patrick said, looking around and trying not to make direct eye contact with Justin.

"Thanks," Justin said, doing nearly the same thing.


Then, a very fit blonde girl walked into the room. She looked like a freaking tramp. She must be like, i don't know, a waitress or something. Then, Justin smiled and kissed her.

He kissed her.


That's when it clicked in- That tramp was Lara. I heard stuff about her, but wow....All i can think is how many time's she's bleached her hair and what age she'll begin to start wearing wigs because her hair's falling out.

"Hi, i'm Patrick," Patrick said, introducing himself to Lara.


"Lara," She smiled at him, looking all...you know, blonde and trampy...like one of those girls in high school who thinks she's the fucking shit when in reality, people wish she'd finally get AIDS or an STD and die. Yeah, that's how she looked.

"My name's Kat..." I said to her, wary.

"Lara...."She said back, also looking wary. "I've heard a lot about you..."

"Funny, so have i...." I Said.


We stared each other down a moment. We just met each other, and we already can't stand each other. It's gonna be a long night...

***

"And then, she came over for a little movie night, and i asked her to be mine," Patrick smiled, taking a sip of Champagne. I Was drinking Milk. Chocolate Milk. I Envy him and those other two.

"Keeps getting more romantic every time you share that story..." Justin gritted through his teeth, while also pouring some more champagne into his glass.

"That day seems just like yesterday," I smiled as Patrick, taking a sip of my...Milk.

"I still remember when we first met," Justin smiled toward me.

"Most awkward moment ever!" I laughed, but stopped after i saw how uncomfortable Patrick looked.

"It's still not as romantic as when we first met, Pauly" Lara smirked at Justin, who's eyes popped wide open. I Almost forgot his real name was Paul until she said that. He clearly looks more like a Justin.

"Uh...yeah...that was pretty romantic...." Justin said, with an awkward smile.

"Oh., well how did you two meet?" I asked.

"You don't wanna know..." Justin said, with a nervous smile now.

"Yeah, we do," Patrick said.

"It's not that great of a story...." He shrugged.



Then, Lara got the hint that he had absolutely no clue when the hell they met. Not at all. She rolled his eyes, then to my surprise, Patrick actually saved his ass.

"Uh, how about we go into the kitchen real quick?" Patrick asked him.

"Yeah... i like that idea," Justin said, as the two quickly got up, just leaving us two ladies alone.

"So...You and Justin..." I Said, trying to make conversation.

"Yeah..." She shrugged.

"You seem perfect for each other."

"I Guess you could say that...."

"You guess?"

"Oh come on, you know you want him."

"I'm pregnant with someone else's child and engaged."

"Not even married and pregnant? Someone's a whore..." Lara said.



That triggered me.

"I'm the Whore? Have you taken a look in the mirror lately?" I asked.

"Honey, the way i look doesn't make me a whore, admit it, you want Pauly, don't you?" She asked. "But don't worry, you can have him...After i'm done with him."

"After you're done with him?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Meanwhile...in the kitchen.....

"So uh...." Justin said, grabbing another bottle of champagne. "It's nice that you and Kat a-"

"Oh cut the crap your foreigner..." Patrick said to him, rolling his eyes.

"What?" Justin asked him.

"I'm not an idiot and i'm not fucking blind," Patrick said.

"Okay, feel like catching me up here?" Justin asked him.

"You invited us over here to try and win Kat back again, you know you did," Patrick said.

"Did you not see my girlfriend out there?" Justin asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, i saw the whore," Patrick said. "What, did you get back together for her just for this moment? To try and make Kat jealous to get her under your arms?"

"Whoa, look i-"

"No you look, jackass. This summer, not only will Kat and I be having a child together, we're walking down that aisle and starting our future together, a future WITHOUT you. The game's over. She's MINE. No matter what, we're gonna be together forever. Just do yourself a favor and stop trying, it's just making you look like a fucking fool."

"I'm happy you two are expected and i'm not gonna try and ruin your family," Justin mumbled.

"Good..."

Back in the living room...

"You heard me right," Lara said, taking a sip of champagne.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"I mean that jackass broke my heart," Lara said. "He broke up with me for his stupid wrestling career and left me all alone. With nothing. Making me pick up all these shattered pieces to my heart that left on the ground. Now, i'm back and ready to get my life back in control...starting with hurting him just like he hurt me for his career."

"So, you got him head over heels in love with you, and you're just using him to get a wrestling contract?" I asked.

"Exactly!" She smiled. "After i get my contract, you can have him."

"You can't do that to him," I said.

"Why not? He deserves it!" Lara said.

"No, he doesn't, he's actually a good person," I Said. She just laughed.

"That's a good one, Kat, that's a good one..." She laughed, taking another sip.

"If you're gonna break up with him, do it now and don't lead him on and break his heart."

"He broke my heart, now i'm breaking his," Lara said.

"You know, maybe he dumped you because you're a fucking bitch, not because of FCW," I said to her.

We had a long stare down.

"You're not breaking his heart, i won't let you," I Said to her.

"You won't 'Let' me?" She asked me, standing up, as did i. "Why? Why?"

"Because i fucking Love him, and there is NO WAY in HELL I'm letting you break his heart you filthy bitch!" I Screamed.

I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't. I couldn't believe i just screamed like that. But that wasn't even the worst part.

Right as i said that, Justin and Patrick walked into the living room again.

BOTH of them heard exactly what i said.

This can't be happening...this can't.

My mind's scrambled. So many thought's are running through it, i can't hear myself think or anything. What am i even doing?

I just walk out. Out of the room. Out of the house. Onto the streets of Detroit. I don't know why, anything to get away from here.

Now- i realize why Blackhawks fans chant 'Detroit SUCKS!' whenever they visit the United Center. Not only do the Dead Wings suck, but Detroit all together sucks. The streets are filthy, and it's freaky. Who the hell would wanna live here?

I kept walking, and walking, and walking until i found a starbucks.

"One Medium Double Chocolatey Chip," I Said, handing the girl money. I've been getting those recently since it's just chocolate, not actual coffee.

"Coming right up," She smiled.

I sat a table, all alone, drinking my Double Chocolatey Chip, processing what i just did. My thoughts were still scrambled as i tried to piece it all together. Then it set in EXACTLY what i did.

I wanna blame this on my raging pregnancy hormones, but come on... 

Everything's scrambled.