What's Beauty Without Her Beast?

Part 8- Miss Irelyn, BFH, and Confessions

After Raylynn made her announcement, we stood by the bonfire a little longer, me drinking my drink and blabbering continuously. Ray and I have already gotten off the baby subject and moved on to other things. One thing I love about our friendship is we both can never shut up when we're around each other.

My vision started to feel foggy, so we went back inside to get more drinks and to recover from the cold temperatures. Ray grabbed a water and said she was going on to find Zander. I nodded, poured more whiskey, and looked around. I saw what I assumed was the new girl, being hit on by one of our very wasted football players. I figured I should go over there and save her while I'm somewhat sober.

"Beat it, small balls. She's not interested." I said to him, as he looked at me wide-eyed. I'm sure he was offended that I commented on his insecurity, but he soon recovered and turned to talk to one of the other football players.

"Thanks," the girl said, taking a drink from her cup. "Guys here are really pushy."

"Not all of them are, I promise. Only when alcohol is involved," I smiled at her, and she returned it before taking another drink. She stuck her hand out to introduce herself to me. "I'm Irelyn. Just moved here from Mexico."

"Mexico?" I asked. I played it off like Ray hadn't just told me who she was 10 minutes ago.

"Yeah," she said sheepishly, "my parents were missionaries there. I've been there for 8 years."

"That's cool," I said.

"Not really. We had to come back to Texas because of all the drug cartels and stuff."

"Oh," I said, "then, not so cool." I took another drink, and felt a little off balance, but in a better mood. "Care to get another drink with me?"

Irelyn nodded, and we headed towards the counter. I refilled my empty cup, and Irelyn got some punch. We sat down on the barstools and got to know each other more. I was telling her about Ivy Creek and the people here. I started to explain the main BFH (Bitch From Hell), when I heard the voice chime in from behind.

"Hey, slut."

"I know this bitch isn't talking to me," I looked at Irelyn sitting next to me.

"I'm talking to you, skank," the voice sang, as to affirm my question.

Turning to look at her, I got up from my stool without stumbling. "May I help you?"

"What're you drinking?" She picks up my cup and sniffs. "Alcohol? Are you sure that goes well with you... condition?"

Her words hurt me, but I didn't show it. I knew what "condition" she was talking about...my depression and anxiety. Maeve took a dangerous step towards me, but I refused to budge. I smelt reeking alcohol on her breath.

I will not budge.

"What's wrong, huh? Dick got your tongue? Fucking whore," she spat in my face, then shoved me against the counter behind me. Normally I would just take it, but since Mr. Jack boosted my confidence tonight, it was a different story. I wasn't feeling normal. I felt braver, stronger. This was retaliation for all the times she had hurt me.

This was the drunk me.

This was the brave me.

For a second she looked satisfied, like she had won World War III. That's when I swung...

And my fist connected with that ugly face of hers...

And she screamed out in horror.

"You bitch! I swear if there weren't so many people around I would-" Maeve started screaming, flailing her claws at me. Some guy, I'm guessing her man of the evening, came behind her and hauled her away on his shoulder. Everyone looked at me for a minute, but I only looked down to smooth out my clothes.

"Awwww maaaan," I groaned, "I got the evil witches blood on my favorite jeans."

"That's your concern?" A girl in my class, Bethany, chimed in from behind Irelyn and I. "You just punched Maeve Andrews square in the nose, and your worried about a little blood stain?" Bethany started to giggle, then have me a fist bump. "I give you props, Natalie."

"Thanks," I said, meeting her smile as she walked away.

For the rest of the night, I talked to many people, most of them congratulating me on my "victory" and whatnot. Ray came up and hugged me, and told me I should join the MMA or some shit like that. We sang along to the music over the loudspeakers, drank more, laughed our asses off, and visited until it was time for Creed and I to go. I realized this is what I've been needing.

*Creed's Point of View*

I watched her dance to Sangria by Blake Shelton, her hips swaying and sauntering to the slow beat. She closed her eyes as if she were the song itself. Beautiful, captivating, crazy, amazing, gorgeous.

Beautiful.

Captivating.

I wanted her.

But I had turned her down.

Biggest mistake of my life.

I had other priorities at the time, and now I realized they weren't that important. As I watch her dance drunkenly to the music, I'm conflicted. I know I don't stand a chance anymore. Someone else holds her heart, and she tells me about him all the time. Honestly, I get annoyed hearing about him so much, but I love her enough to listen to her anyway.

It's truly a shame that she has to go through so much. She doesn't deserve it. But hell, it makes her stronger because of it. Face it, life gives her hell. Even though she may not see it, she's become strong enough to handle anything thrown at her. She's a fighter. She always will be. Perhaps, that's why I fell for her.

So here's my confession.

I'm in love with my best friend...

Natalie Isabel Robbins.

**** A.N. ~MUST READ!~

I know it's a short chapter, and I'm sorry. Chapter 9 won't be any better honestly, if anything it'll be shorter. 10 will be longer, but 11 will be short as well.

GOOD NEWS!!!

Volleyball and Football season could possibly be ending soon, and it is coming to a close. Meaning I will have a lot more time to write. I told myself I would not publish the book until Chapter 10, but I figured I would be nice, considering I technically have 10 written down, just not typed up.

It is done. I promise!

I'm not sure when the next update will be, although Chapt. 9 is short so it won't take me long. 

Anyone else shocked by Creed's confession in the end?

Do you think Maeve deserved what she got handed to her by Natalie? Will violence solve the war between them?

Anywaysssss, I need to tell y'all something. Later on in the book, I'll most likely skip ahead to a few months/years into the story. I have very very interesting parts planned out for all characters down the road. Just letting you guys know now so you don't get confused later on.

Love you all! 

XOXO,

Lucky8Girl. <3 ****