You Should Be Ashamed Part 1

Kirsi Loves Dylan

Is it love, is it lust, or is it "I'm just using you bitch, shut the fuck up!"?

“Fuck me master, fuck me!” “That’s right you stupid bitch, take it. All you live for is sex, you dirty little slut..”

Littleton, Colorado
September 1997

"Why did I get sent here again?" I asked my bimbo cousin Renee. Her stupid self still hadn't heard me, so I pulled a pen out of my skeleton purse, and threw it at her. I was stuck in the bitch's car in a small ass town in Colorado. "Hey bitch, why the fuck am I in Colorado!?" Calmly and slowly, she replied, "Your parents think that moving to a small town will be good for your anger issues. Which you have a lot of..." "So, anger's good for L.A. By the way, will I be able to get my meds here? My head is a very dark place...do you want me to release all the devils in hell on these simple mountain people?" I asked. "Of course you can get your meds. But can you keep yourself from causing a scene when you start school? You will be attending Columbine High School, and the kids there are mostly normal." she replied. “Mostly normal? Anyone I’d get along with?” I asked curiously. “Do you think I know everyone here? But there’s a couple of sophomores that you would be interested in.” she said with a tone of “I’m going to get you fucking one of those kids”. “Who?! Are they Goth, weird, creepy?” I asked excitedly. “Goth, no. Weird and Creepy, hell yes! These kids, called the Trench Coat Mafia, are really weird. They play computer games, and they like that weirdass music you like. I think you’ll like Columbine High…” she smugly replied. “Look bitch, you’re popular, don’t say we’re fucking related…” I growled. “Well, have fun explaining why you just got out of my car!” she giggled. “I’ll tell people that I’m a hooker, and you picked me up on your way to school!!” I joked. “Oh sure,” she said, “even though everyone knows I’m not a lez like you!” “Fuck you, Renee! I’m not a lesbian! I’m bisexual!” I screamed. I grew quiet as we turned into the school parking lot. “What’s wrong, creeper? Demon cut out your tongue?” she howled! “No, you dumbass. Popular bitches don’t want to be seen with screaming lesbians…” I muttered. She parked next to a gray Honda. The blonde in the passenger seat was pretty cute. “Hey Rini,” I asked using the nickname she hates, “Who’s the cute blonde in the car next to us?” She frowned. “That’s Dylan Klebold. The brunette is Eric Harris. They’re in the Trench Coat Mafia.” “I’m going to introduce myself! Besides, I hear “Buck Dich” by Rammstein. It must be coming from them!!” I squealed.

I climbed out of Renee’s car, looking like a Gothic hooker. I was wearing a white Rammstein “Herzeleid” tee, with black short shorts over ripped fishnets, with platform combat boots. I went around to the passenger side of the gray car, and knocked on Dylan’s window. The two in the car exchanged looks, and then the window rolled down. “Can I help you?” a deep sexy voice asked. I giggled. “Hi, I’m Kirsi. I just moved here, and my cousin Rini said that you would be the only people I would be able to talk to.” “Rini? There’s no one at this school named Rini. Trust me, I would know…” the evil voice suggested that I lied. “Oh, I’m sorry. My cousin’s name is Renee, but without the fruity little accent on the end, it’s just Rini. So I’ve called her that since I was little, and it pisses her off.” He stared at me intensely. “What’s this? You’re wearing a Rammstein tee. No one knows who they are. Explain yourself…” he growled. I cringed slightly. “I know all about Rammstein. My favorite songs are Du Riechst So Gut and Buck Dich. My favorite members are Till and Flake. Herzeleid was an amazing album!” I exclaimed. “Heh. Okay. I guess you can hang with us. You just need a fucking trench coat though. Here, wear mine for now.” He smiled. There was something about that smile that worried me, but I shrugged it off. He removed his trench coat, and I stared. He was thin, and the aura around him emitted evil and lust. I wanted to fuck him right there. He offered the coat to me, and I accepted it. He smiled once I had it on. “This is going to work out well…” he whispered. “Oh damn! I need to go up to the office and get my schedule and shit. Come with me?” I asked with an adorable smile. “Of course…” he walked inside with me. “Dude, what the hell?” Eric yelled from inside the car. Dylan turned around and gave him the deadliest look ever. “Shut up dude. Just don’t worry about it…” he said coldly.