That son-of-bitch, I thought to myself as I stormed across the courtyard of the hotel. I clinched my fists. My best friend had just called me to let me know my boyfriend was sitting at the movies with some girl all over him. I was trying to decide if I wanted to kick him in the balls or just cut ’em off. This was all my parents fault. If they hadn’t made me come to this stupid hotel, he wouldn’t have had the chance to cheat on me because I’d have been with him..

My 10-year old sister was in a beauty pageant being held in one of the main conference rooms here. She did alot of these things. We had both competed for years and had both won more than our fair share. So many, in fact, that my dad had to turn his game room into a trophy room. About a year ago I’d quit doing pageants. Not because I didn’t like them or couldn’t win, but to piss my mom off. From the looks of the competition, I could have easily won my age group in this pageant. At 5′ 5″, 110 lbs., I’ve been told I was pretty all my life. My dark brown hair comes down to my shoulders. I have 34B breasts that I still hope grow to at least a C cup before it’s all said and done. My ass was round and firm and, by far, my best feature.

My pain in the ass parents had forced me to come along as punishment for sneaking out a couple of night’s ago. I had snuck out to see my boyfriend, Josh. He was 18, 3 years older than me. He parks his car at the end of my street and either waits for me to sneak out or climbs in my window. I had to lie when they caught me sneaking back in and say I had been out with one of my girlfriends. They hate Josh. I got grrounded for two weeks and couldn’t stay home alone.

It wouldn’t have bothered me except I had already made plans to spend tonight with Josh. It was our six month anniversary and I had a special night planned. I had even bought some sexy new lingerie. After months of teasing and blowjobs I was finally going to give him my virginity. I told him I had special plans for tonight and I could see him light up. I thought he would be upset when I called and told him I had to cancel. And he was at first. He made it sound like it was all my fault, like he wasn’t the one begging me to sneak out and have a make-out session in his car. He calmed down when I started yelling back at him. He said it was ok and we could do it some other time.

He had sounded so sincere. Then my friend Sara had called to tell me she had just seen Josh at the movies with some slut’s head bobbing up and down in his lap. To say I was pissed would be a gross unerstatement. I was furious. To think, I was actually gonna sleep with that asshole. I was so upset that I wasn’t watching where I was going. I rounded a corner and slammed right into a guy, knocking us both down.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going!” I yelled.

“You ran into me. Maybe you should watch where you’re going,” he spat back.

I started to push myself up off the ground when a hand appeared in front of me. My eyes moved up his arm until I reached his face. He looked to be about 16 or 17. He had blond hair that was long in the back. He was cute enough in baggy overalls over a green t-shirt.

“I won’t bite, I promise.” He chuckled.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, a little embarrassed. I reached out and took his hand and he helped pull me to my feet. “I just got some bad news and I’m a little pissed and wasn’t looking.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m Daniel, this is Mike, and Steve.” He turned to his two friends. Mike was a little shorter than Daniel, but cuter. He had brown hair cut just below his ears and a stocky build. Steve was the same height as Daniel with black hair cut like Kurt Cobain’s. They both had on baggy jeans and t-shirts. They all looked around the same age.

“I’m Ashley,” I said.

“You were more than a little pissed from the looks of it,” Mike grinned.

“Yeah, my boyfriend’s an asshole. I just found out he’s cheating on me with some whore,” I said, looking at the ground.

“Sucks to be you,” Daniel said.

I glared at him.”Do any of you have a cigarette? I’m about go nuts.”

“It’s a menthol,” Daniel held out an open pack.

“That’ll work.” I pulled one from the pack and put it in my mouth. Daniel held up a lit lighter. I inhaled deeply, feeling the minty smoke fill my lungs. I held it in for a couple of secomds then exhaled. I felt the rush of nicotine wash over me. I didn’t smoke very often, usually only when I was drunk or high.

“Thanks,” I said, taking another drag.

Daniel lit a cigarette and passed the pack to the other boys and they both lit one. “So are you gonna dump him?” Mike asked.

“Hell yeah! First I have to get even.” I took another drag and thought about what I should do. Looking back and forth from one guy to other, s uddenly, a light bulb went off. “Are ya’ll staying here?”

“No, my sister’s in a pageant here,” Daniel said.

I looked around a minute and spotted what I was looking for, a dark, out of the way place. “Follow me,” I said. I took off towards the back of the hotel.

“Where are we headed?” one of them asked.

“Somewhere a little more private,” I said. I got to the back corner of the building and turned around. “Somebody give me a pen,” I said.