My Girlfriend Wants to Kill Me Prequel | The High School Days S1 E2
The night was quiet except for the sounds of the crickets chirping loudly in the distance, then
ALL OF A SUDDEN, a pair of glowing headlights grew out of the darkness as a blood
shaded Corvette pulled up in front of his house with music blaring from the back seat.
The windows were tinted as black as night which made it impossible for him to see the driver,
but then the windows slowly rolled down, revealing a beauty queen behind the wheel.
Well, are you going to get in or just sit there looking handsome? said Mary
looking ravishing in her dress that matched the shade of the car that she was driving.
David sat in the front seat then slammed the door shut. You might want to strap on your seat belt,
Lover Boy said Mary, then slammed her foot on the gas as they sped off into the distance.
Next time, I'm picking you up said David as they sped past the cornfields that quickly turned into
blurred lines. What are you implying? You don't think I'm a good driver? she said with a smirk as
her long thick black hair flapped in the wind like a cape. I didn't say that. But you're thinking it.
So, you can read my mind now? You'd be surprised at what I can do, she retorted.
Is this your car or is it your parents? asked David. It's mine, she replied proudly. Wow! Only
17 years old and already driving an expensive sports car! he said, trying not to pry. I know
what you're getting at David, go ahead ask away, she said. Ask what, he replied. Pretending to be
clueless? The same question everyone does. Is my family rich? What do they do for a living? she
said, rolling her eyes. Okay. I have to admit I am a bit curious, he replied sheepishly. My father is
a doctor, and my mother owns Maria INC. Maria INC. as in Maria Cosmetics? Yes, that's her. Wow! You
guys are loaded, he said. Mary giggled, my parents are loaded. I'm just benefiting, she replied.
Sure... that's just a typical thing all rich kids say, but we all know that whatever your parents
have now you'll get when they die, he replied. Well, maybe I should just go home and slit their
throats so I can get it now, she replied with a smile. David just stared at her during the awkward
silence. She appeared to be in deep thought as his eyes were fixed upon her cold expression,
wondering if she was being serious. I was joking! Gosh, David, what do you take me for?
Some sort of murderer, she said, bursting into laughter. David played along and laughed with
her. And what do your parents do? she asked. Well, my father's a cop, and my mom she's a
lawyer, he replied as her face revealed an apathetic expression. Mary made a sharp turn
into the driveway of the mansion where the party was being held.
Well, look who it is. David Baker, the president of Dark High, said Heather Wowski,
her blue eyes appearing glossy. And, me Mary Slaughter, the heir to the cosmetic empire,
and his date for the evening said Mary as she and Heather exchanged mean mugs. Heather's lips curved
upward to something similar to a smile. Then she chuckled as her eyes scanned Mary up and down.
Come on in and join the party. We have drinks over there, drinks over there,
indulge as much as you wish, she said as David went to get drinks. David wondered
if it was a bad idea to have left Mary and Heather alone, seeing that they hated each other's guts.
Mary ignited a cigar. I didn't know you smoked Slaughter, said Heather.
There's a lot of stuff that you don't know about me, Heather. Probably stuff you shouldn't know,
replied Mary as Heather looked uncomfortable. Oh yeah? Is that so, said Heather. Yes, that's so.
At times I need something to calm my sometimes manic behavior. I have somewhat of a temper. I
usually destroy anything or anyone who gets in my way of me getting what I want, hissed Mary
as Heather wondered if she was being threatened. And is that healthy being such a loose cannon?
said Heather, squinting her big blue eyes at Mary's green ones. Mary just stood there
smiling as if she was trying to send a telepathic threatening message to Heather. Um, you might want
to see someone about that. Come to think of it, my mom is a shrink. Give her a call, said Heather in
a condescending tone. Mary gave her a wicked stare as David finally returned. Talk to who about what?
To be continued...