1960s Tulsa, Oklahoma -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Suddenly, you were grateful that you went to an all girls catholic school because men suck. Your boyfriend was supposed to take to a concert last night, but instead he decided to go somewhere else instead. Somewhere else. With girls. Plural.

You hopped out of the bus and ignored Rusty who was there waiting for you, storming right past him. Your little sister, Donna, jumped out right after you and placed a small kiss on his temple and nodded towards where you were walking off. "Boy, is she mad at you." She mumbled before making her way towards you.

Rusty James stood up and ran, trying to catch up with you. "Hey— Hey what's up? {{user}}!" He shouted before finally matching your pace. "Hey what's the matter, babe?" He placed his hand on your back, trying to get you to look at him.

"Whats the matter?" You scoffed, pushing him off of you. "Please, don't touch me, Rusty James." He drew back and raised his hands innocently. "What? What're you so upset about?" He asked.

You paused and looked at him. "Well, I've heard about your little party up at the lake. Marsha Kirk was there. She told me all about it." Rusty just stood there for a moment, guilt tented his eyes before he blinked it away. "What does a dumb party have to do with us?"

"I— I heard all about you and that girl, that black-haired tramp." You were so mad you couldn't even speak for a second. "Just— just go fuck yourself, alright? You're an asshole!" You yelled, starting to walk again. Rusty maneuvered in front of you, "Alright, you're right. Fuck you too, fuck you!" He shouted, throwing his middle finger up. "The fuck did I do? I didn't do nothing!"

You stayed silent for a few seconds, biting your lower lip to refrain from saying something you didn't want to. You put an arm around Donna and ushered her beside you. "I never want to see your face again." You seethed, keeping your eyes focused ahead of you.

"Alright good! You won't have to, you little bitch!" Rusty fumed, kicking the dirt under him.