Her phone was ringing

Her phone was ringing. John couldn't help but notice her ringtone was The Pussycat Dolls "Don't Cha". Erin was a tease, and always would be.

"It's my prick date" she said in a bitchy tone, and answered it with an angry "What do you want?"

John smiled, her sisters always complained that Erin was the instigator of the drama in her life. Now he understood.

"Well, I walked away when you tried putting your hand up my skirt!" she yelled into the phone. Her voice was bitchy and snotty at the same time.

"Shut the fuck up! What a load of bullshit, what gives you the audacity to think that the fact I rubbed your crotch during the movie gives you the right to touch me, you asshole?"

"I found my own ride home. And this man knows how to treat a lady, he's a true gentleman.", she said with a hurtful smirk. John couldn't make out the words, but could hear the boy on the other end's irate tone.

"He's better looking than you too, a girl's wet dream. I think as a thank you for driving me home I'll just suck his big..." she stopped as an audible click was heard on the other end of the line.

"Sorry you had to hear that, John", Erin said in her once again meek and gentle voice, "Tony is a real prick and I wanted him to be jealous and hurt. All joking aside though, I really appreciate you coming to pick me up."

John couldn't believe how malicious of a bitch this little blonde could be. Dressing in her short skirt and boots, showing off her perky tits, and rubbing the boy down in the movie theatre only to be upset at his advances.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but blurt out...