The Alpha Bitch

Chapter Two

"I'm sorry, Riley. Maybe it's for the best."

"No, wait. Mrs. Prickk. Please. I'm sorry. I'll try harder I swear."

"I said no Riley. Let me do my job. You have overdone it this time. A fist fight? No. We do not tolerate such nonsense. You will be asked not to come back to East Prep," Mrs. Prickk said. I opened my mouth but she quieted me with the palm of her hand. "Miss Gray! That is a final decision!"

"What do I tell my aunt?" I asked. Yeah, I'm playing the guilt card. I mean, my entire family died five years ago. They should be nice to me.

"Riley Gray, this is your fifth school. Telling your aunt will not be problem, I'm sure."

Okay. I've been in my trouble in my past. I'm seventeen!

A knock at the door interrupted us. My aunt Tracy walked in, looking at me disappointed. She smiled sadly at Mrs. Prickk, saying "I'll take it from here. I heard what happened Riley. How many times have I told you not to get in trouble?"

A lot of times. It's not that I ignore her, I just...okay, ignore her. But that's beside the point. What happened was not my fault.

Mrs. Prickk noded and stepped out of the room closing the door.

"Okay, Tracy, I know what your going to say, but I've heard it all before so you don't--"

"Oh, but I do, Riley. You got in a fist fight. You can't do that! You knock the guy out."

"Hey. That's what he gets for punching a girl," I said defensively.

"Do you even hear yourself, Riley? Blaming this because you think he's sexist? What would your parents say?" she said. I stiffened, and her face softened. "Wait, Riley, I didn't mean--"

"No, Tracy. That's the thing. You do mean it. But no, I wouldn't know what my parents would say. But I know what Austin would say."

What would Austin say?" Aunt Tracy said tiredly.

"'Did ya beat that bastard's ass?'" I said. Aunt Tracy just looked at me.

"Come. To. The. Car," she said acidicly. "Now."

I just smiled. Mrs. Prickk gave me a box that held everything in my locker when we walked out to the main office. I took it, and looked at Tracy. She slowly nodded at me, so with one last look at Mrs. Prickk, her orderly, boring office, I stepped outside.

Into my new life. I really hope it'll be a good one.

Not that my others have not. I mean, there was that second school. The all-girls prep. Seriously, I was sneaking boys in my room for months. Then I got caught. But all in all, good times.

And that third school. When me and my friends crashed the principal's car into a tree. I had fun at that school.

This school was not my favorite. The girls were sluts; the guys were players. Not really my scene, you know? Actually, at all my schools, I've been totally different people.

The first I was the emo girl in the corner. It was okay. I mean, considering I had just lost my family.

The second I was a complete whore. One of my techniques to get over Austin's death. Seriously, I miss him more than my parents.

The third I lasted the longest. I tried out for the cheerleading team and got in. I was happy for the time being. I had a hot boyfriend; pretty friends; and teachers loved me.

The fourth I lasted shortest. I had just been the most popular girl in the school. It wasn't my fault I thought everyone would like me.

And this one. East Prep. It was not...good. At all. It was probably worse than my last one. People just hated me. There's nothing else to explain. Except for one person, everyone ignored me. The one person happened to be the guy who tried to punch me out. Liam. I used to really like him, he used to really like me. Then he cheated on me with a girl named Alice. I broke up with him today when I found out, and he tried to convince me it meant nothing to him.