Get out of my house

"It's bad manners to have your back turned while someone is talking to you," Natalia told her before kicking her hard with her high heels.

Amaira didn't even flinch even though it hurt, there's no way she was going to show weakness, similarly to how she wasn't going to just take that kick. 'My parents will be pissed at me anyway,' she thought before sending her hand across Natalia's face.

"Kick me again, I dare you."

Amaira watched as a smirk formed on Natalia's face before her lips pouted. A wet liquid came from her mouth and fell on Amaira's face and she couldn't believe it. "Did you just spit in my face?"

Amaira didn't wait on her to respond and yelled, "You little bitch!" Her fist connected first with her face and she didn't stop punching her even after she fell to the ground.

By now a crowd formed and before anyone parted the fight, the phones came out first to capture the scene. It was Michael who flung Amaira off a badly beaten Natalia.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Michael angrily yelled at Amaira as he cradled Natalia in his arms.

Natalia lost a tooth, and her face was swollen and bruised black and blue, but she still managed to smile smugly when only Amaira was looking.

Amaira rose her top, exposing her toned stomach as she wiped her face. She wasn't going to try explaining herself because she knew regardless of her words, no one would take her side.

"I have nothing to say, the bitch deserved it," were her final words before she walked away. The muttering and the loud whispers started, they were calling her the devil's wife now.

Amaira could only chuckle to herself at their naivety; they were all too blind to see that the real Jezebel was cradled in the arms of her boyfriend...ex-boyfriend.

She deemed that the world had officially fully turned against her and didn't hold back her words after hearing one of her neighbors suggest that her parents send her away to rehab.

Amaira unaffectionately smiled at the gossiping woman, "You should stop worrying about other people's children and worry about your own." She leaned a bit closer giving the assumption that she was going to whisper but spoke even louder. "I heard little Sally will be doing her third abortion."

Amaira patted the shoulder of the stunned woman, "I think it's time you and your sixteen-year-old daughter have a little chat about the things she can and cannot do with her stepfather."

She grabbed the woman's hand that was about to connect with her cheek. "I really wouldn't do that if I were you, my mood isn't the best, and since you're suggesting I be sent to rehab you know exactly how fucking crazy I am."

Even after Amaira returned to her house, everyone was still talking about what happened, but unlike the other times, her name wasn't the only name on the tip of everyone's tongues. Sally the slut was trending a lot more than Amaira the pyro.

But the drama everyone was waiting for was scheduled for later, when Mr. and Mrs. Hendrix returns from the mall with their favorite daughter Jenna.

Amaira looked about the living room with a glint of excitement in her eyes; she just found out how amazing it was to not care at all and just do whatever, so she wanted to relish in it even more before her parents rush back home.

Amaira went down to her father's wine cellar and took out his most expensive bottle of whiskey. She didn't hesitate to turn it at her head and was enjoying her moment of rebelling when Michael decided to rain on her parade.

He grabbed the bottle from her, "What the hell are you doing? Your father's gonna kill you, you know that right?"

"Tell that to someone who cares and someone who can actually stand to look at your face right now." Amaira gasped and smiled, "Oh I know someone, Natalia."

Michael sighed, "What's gotten into you? You were never like this."

"No no no, that's not it, Michael. You just never met the real me before." She opened her arms, "This is me, an out-of-control, psychotic bitch that believes her neighbors are vampires."

Michael stepped closer to her, "You are not any of those things, you are just hurt. They hurt you, I hurt you and I'm sorry...I'm so so sorry."

Amaira hummed, "What exactly are you apologizing for? Cheating on me with Natalia or taking her side a few minutes ago?"

Upon seeing his stunned expression, Amaira couldn't help but laugh. "You've been cheating on me with Natalia?" She couldn't believe it, she just wanted to create drama by throwing in a baseless accusation, but who knew it would actually turn out to be true.

Amaira covered her mouth before touching her forehead while repeating, "Oh my God." She giggled, "I can't believe how much of an idiot I've been, it's a good thing I didn't dedicate any time to you then."

"If you're wondering why I cheated, there's your answer," Michael finally spoke. "It was always all about the Stone family and your vampire research, you never made any time for me."

Amaira tapped her chin, "I see, and instead of breaking up with me, you thought it'd be a much better idea to sneak around with my archnemesis? I thought you were supposed to be smart."

"I didn't want to hurt you," Michael reasoned and Amaira in her drunk state threw another baseless accusation.

"Was that before or after you slept with my sister?"

"We were both drunk," Michael started, but Amaira didn't let him finish.

"Oh my God, you slept with my sister! Who else? My mom? My dad? My grandmother?" She continued throwing baseless accusations left and right not giving him the chance to respond, only assuming they were all actually true until she got tired of seeing his face.

"Get out of my house, Michael."

"No," he dared to say. "Your parents told me to keep an eye on you so I'm not leaving."

Amaira shrugged, "Fine then, I'll leave."