Faster Than Your Bullets

Chapter 6

 Chapter 6

Don't ask why I'm covered in freaking cold water in the middle of the hallway with my hand in mid-air and my eyes squinted shut, my mouth gaping like a stupid fish, accompanied with an open-mouthed Peter and a bunch of laughing bitches while everyone seems like they have turned on their slow-mo mode, watching us curiously. Fucking nosey people.

"What the actual fuck, Stuart?" I hiss, practically shouting in her face.

"I told you it isn't over yet." She looks at me superciliously, her lip-glossed smile widening. My brain freezes for a while to process her words. It hasn't over yet? What the fuck is "it"? What is she talking about? I stand and look at her, totally confused.

"What isn't over?" I ask her. She's like a mad woman going around pouring cold water on people and told them "it" hasn't over. Yet. It isn't over yet. What?

Okay and now she's looking at me like I'm the mad one here. What is her problem?

"I told you that on Monday." She lifts her chin, looking as bitchy as ever "Don't pretend to be innocent." A few cheerleaders/Mandy Stuart's flatterers nod and fold their arms, copying her Queen Bee.

I throw my arms up in frustration, making some water splash at the cheers. They shriek and jump backward as if a drop of water can totally ruin their three-hour-worthy hair.

"Today is Monday! Are you stupid?"

Mandy's jaw dropped a little, like she has never been called "stupid" or "dumb" or "slutty" or, most commonly, "fucking desperate" her entire life. Seriously, if that's the case, she must have been deaf her entire life.

"Stop pretending!" She points her index finger at me. Didn't her famous TV mom teach her anything about not pointing your bright red-polished nail at people? "You." She lowers her voice "You put David in such misery he didn't even look at me for a whole week. Then you threatened to steal away our boyfriends and I don't know what you did, or how you did it, but Ryan has broken up with Pris and it's all your fault."

I look at Priscilla Lane, the only who looks upset. Her hair doesn't look like a three-hour-worthy hairstyle, it looks more like a one-minute and her clothes are casual, just a T-shirt and blue jeans, which is weird for the cheers to wear. Obviously she's been crying and I feel a tiny drop of sympathy dripping down the big pool of hatred I feel for the cheerleaders. I have no idea they broke up. Ryan seemed alright the last time I saw him, which was yesterday. Which was really strange because they seem like a perfect match. Or seemed like a perfect match. I wonder what could have split them apart.

"Wait." I hold up a hand "So you think I told Ryan to break up with her?" I look at Stuart's complacent face in disgust. Who do they think I am?

Oh, that's right. The blonde bitch. Okay, never mind.

"That's so obvious, Hales. Drop the act, honey." Now she's bringing out her infamous priggish voice, making me want to throw up in her face.

I shake my head "You're delusional, Stuart. I have nothing to do between them." And, not forgetting the fact that cold water's still dripping down from my clothes, I take Peter's hand and start making my way out. "Now, excuse you, I'm going to change my clothes." I know this is a stupid childish game of a bimbo and I'd probably be a bimbo too if I got my revenge, but I'm not a freaking Mrs. Goodness who forgives everyone for everything. That's why my last words to Mandy Stuart before backing out of the scene are like this:

"Watch your back. It's gonna be chilly."

She spins around to look at me as I push through the pink-wearing cheerleaders. "What do you mean?" She asks, a little frantically, making me laugh. Like in those horror movie when the main character's about to get killed.