Bitches Have Feelings Too

What if bitches have feelings too? An insight into Mimi's mind. For the Girl Hearts Boy deleted scene competition...


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1. Mim's POV

Swigging beer from the bottle instead of a plastic cup, I watched Sarah and Joe cut through the living room and head upstairs. I told myself that I didn't care and as I was at the point where my surroundings distorted and everything made me laugh, I came very close to believing myself.

I kissed a guy. I didn't know his name and that didn't matter. He didn't matter. As dopey and cheesy as it may sound, the only person who mattered to me was Joe. I had separated from my friends or was 'friends' too strong a word? Anyway, the girls I had hitched a ride with were on the other side of the room, sobbing into one another and wailing about the trivial things in their lives that they thought were traumatic. I didn't join them – I hadn't reached that stage in the drunken cycle. Never have. I drink enough to get a nice buzz and to find everything hilarious. And then when I get bored, I crash.

I came off the high but I did not quite hit rock bottom, not yet. My heart thudded inside my head, but I was yet to get to the stage where it would feel as though my skull was being chiselled through. I lowered myself into a leather arm chair and quickly found that it did not boast as much comfort as it did with style. It was like the Edwardian-style club chair that my dad has, what with its pleated roll arms outlined with bronze nail heads. But as the interior of the house (prior to the party) was nothing less than impeccable, I was almost certain that this was the real thing, an antique. I was hesitant as I popped open a can of beer, not because I was aware that I should stop drinking before I did something that I would regret the next day, but because I didn't want to ruin the antique arm chair. Crazy, I know. The alcohol I had consumed was obviously messing with my emotions. I had been adamant not to end up like my 'friends' on the other side of the room but I didn't care any more. I really didn't. The only reason I came to the party was because I wanted to grab the chance of winning Joe back. And I had failed.

A short, harsh ha! escaped me. Win him back? How ridiculous! How could I win someone back if they had never been mine in the first place? But then my anger with myself evaporated and tears stung my eyes. I closed my eyes and let the tears create patterns on my cheeks. I gulped down half the can. I was ignorant to the bitterness of the beer now, but I wasn't sure whether the taste was clouded by my pathetic whimpering over the loss of a boy that had never been mine, or if I had grown used to the taste. I dabbed my face dry with the sleeve of my dark denim jacket.

When I open my eyes I will find Joe and slap him across the face.

After all, he was making me look vulnerable and stupid. Ugh! No one ever made me feel like this.

When I open my eyes I will find Joe and sl-

But as I opened my eyes, the confidence I had mustered crumbled. My throat closed up and my heart pressed against my ribcage so hard that I could imagine it bursting. I caught a glimpse of thick chestnut hair, well sculptured arms and long muscular legs. Joe.

I stood up and would have fallen flat on my face had I not used the grand mantle piece to regain my balance. Yeesh. I had drunk more than I thought! I slipped through the crowd and caught Joe by the arm before a crazy dancer could floor me. My breath caught as I made out the dark brown irises around his pupils, the stubble on his cheeks and chin, his heavenly musky scent... how my half empty can was no longer in my hand. I reached out for it but tripped over my own feet and fell into his chest. I giggled.

“I think you've had enough now, Mimi.”

I stopped giggling and scowled at his blurred face.

“Gmme drinow Jwo,” I slurred.

“It's for your own good,” he said before necking down the rest of the beer.

“Nowatsminjow!”

Joe raised both his eyebrows and draped an arm around me. Oh? He led me through the dancing bodies and up the stairs. It was quiet on the first floor and appeared to be sick free, considering that I couldn't smell anyone's puked up guts. It was just Joe and me. We were alone at last.

“Right I'm - ”

But I didn't let him continue. I raked my fingers through his hair and pushed my face towards him... but his large hands bore down on my shoulders and he took a step away from me. His nose wrinkled and his lips twisted into a grimace.

“You're smashed and your breath stinks,” he rolled his eyes. “Go and get some rest.”

I opened my mouth to say something but the alcohol blocked the path that would enable words to flow from my brain and out of my mouth. Joe rolled his eyes again before jogging back down the stairs. For the second time that night I felt the tears spilling down my face. The humiliation! I wiped the tears away harshly and swung around from the stairs. I marched down the landing in such fury that I very nearly tripped over someone coming out of the bathroom.

“Watch it,” I snapped. Then I realised who it was. “Oh, it's you.”

I leant one hand against the wall, blocking the exit. Sarah took a step back. I flashed her my best bitchy smile and swept my honey coloured locks over my shoulder. I raised my chin and looked at the kid down my nose.

“Aww, where's Joe gone?”

“He's gone to the toilet.”

I took a step closer. The kid flinched. “You don't really believe that Joe cares about you, do you?”

Sarah didn't say anything but the way her skin tone dropped a shade spoke volumes. She was afraid of me. Me: the bitch, the beauty... the one who wasn't a kid.

“Joe is using you,” I lowered my voice. “He's using you because you're pitifully naïve. He's using you because you are a stupid little girl who didn't think twice about losing her virginity with him.”

Her eyes widened. Shock glazed over.

“Yeah,” I grinned. “ He tells me everything.”

He doesn't really but I was enjoying the fact that I had embarrassed the kid. Her skin turned a deeper shade of red. Scarlet. Then her features smoothed out and was that relief that I could see in her eyes?

“Leave her alone.”

I carried on smirking at Sarah, although I was tempted to turn around and face whoever it was.

“Getting your friends to stick up for you? How sweet.

“I said leave her alone,” the voice behind me darkened.

I raised an eyebrow at Sarah's friend and didn't even attempt to stifle the small, sardonic smile. I looked Sarah up and down in disgust before I stalked off. As I slowly made my way down the stairs, I heard the two kids talking about me.

“Who the hell was that?”

“She's,” Sarah hesitated. “She's Mimi, Joe's friend.”

“Well that Mimi is a bitch!”

I couldn't help but smile.

 

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