Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

He would rather waste his alcohol than to smell that disgusting odor. Good thing he wasn’t late for class today. While riding the tricycle earlier, he really thought he wouldn’t make it to his first class. If that happened, he was ready to buy a Barbie doll and put a curse on that rich brat. Even a stray dog wouldn’t be able to stand her attitude, he’s worse than the devil’s first lady. After his class, he went straight to the bathroom. His head still boiled whenever he remembered the money Gabriella threw away like he was some beggar. That image wouldn’t leave his mind. That’s how the rich where they treated people like trash.

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

When our eyes met, she patted her belly like a trophy. I turned to leave. Another message popped up. [Are you fuming right now? Must be, huh? I mean, I'm pregnant, and you—you don't even have a uterus anymore. You'll never be a mother. So sad! Oh, and I heard women without a uterus age faster. Need me to recommend a good cosmetic doctor?] A lump formed in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I typed back. [Thanks! Wishing you twin boys this time, triplet boys next, and quadruplet boys after that. Hope you like chaos.]

"Moira, you're unbelievable. As if it wasn't enough to turn Elmer's parents against me, now you're trying to emotionally manipulate him too?" Elmer hesitated. "Is it fake?" Larissa looked completely confident. "Of course it is. At first glance, it looks like something from a hospital, but my department sometimes makes props for film crews. This is clearly a fake." Then she turned to me, all self-righteous. "Moira, some things aren't meant to be joked about. You guys might want kids someday, and we're adults. How can you use a baby to make Elmer feel guilty?"

"Excuse me?!" "Oh? Why? What I'm saying is true," the girl replied, tossing her perfectly styled hair over her shoulder. She let out a cruel, mocking laugh. "You don't belong in this high-end industry. Look at you. You look like you belong in the trash instead. Maybe you should go find a job as a garbage collector."

A rich woman with delicate makeup and a strong aura grimaced and started to touch him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dirty your clothes. Let me help you wipe that off…” “Get out!” Jack flung her hands away with a darkened expression. Then, he splashed hot tea on the woman. “Old hag! How dare you dirty my expensive suit?! Get a taste of your own medicine! “Take a good look at yourself. How dare you touch an impressive man like me?” The tea trickled down the rich woman’s temples.

"We have no real bond. If you want to talk about bonds, I admire the connection between you and Lisa—the perfect 'fostered' setup. I'll be rooting for you two!" I turned and walked to my car. I fired the company security guard on the spot. I also decreed that from now on, all trash bins in the company would be transparent—I refused to let outside garbage sneak in again. Alistair never made it in again, though he only sank lower. He posted public apologies online, knelt outside our company begging for forgiveness. Lisa tried desperately to drag him away, but he shoved her violently. She fell to the ground and bled immediately.

Stroking my neck and the floor shambling against my feet, I ran out of the meeting hall. “What a two-faced bitch. She acts all pure, but then she sells her body like a slut to old men. Goodness! Money for sure can't buy class and decency.” I winded up to the curb. I pulled up my phone only to see the video and my name trending on the internet.

And I quickly reminded myself, I needed a bat, not a glove, regardless of how pretty she was, or the fact that she could make straight women pant, she couldn't drive it out of the park without anything to swing. The moment I set my purse on the high-top Roma had secured for our group, Ronnie and Trish started up again about a baby and pregnancy. No one else seemed at all shocked by the topic and even joined in supporting Trish. I'd entered the Twatlight Zone, and I needed to escape. The wine I'd consumed at home only served to dull my senses but not drown out the insanity coming from my best friend's mouth. "Giselle, you look amazing. Jesus, I hope I'm in that great of shape at your age."

"How about this shade of tint? Is this okay?" Classroom is a mess. Not because the shuffling happened. But because the three annoying people will be in our class starting today. How I wish I got shuffle too! Someone tap my shoulder and I look. "Do you know things about make up?" One of my classmate ask. I shake my head and she roll her eyes. Ugh! How much I want to stab that eyeballs of yours. They look like a walking coloring book. I want to tell them that it's okay to put a make up but...they over do it. They look like a clown now with their super red lipstick and thick eyebrows, white face----Are they being a slut for those three pips?