Public Enemy #1

Chapter 9

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I strolled down the hall, and felt the eyes on the back of my head.

"That's her," a peppy blonde gossiped to her friend. "She totally like, dissed Alicia."

Wow, I thought. No one has ever stood up to Alicia. That's horrible. She needs to be put in her place. Get a taste of her own medicine. Because everyone deserves a chance to speak without Alicia running her mouth against it.

"That was really brave of you, " said the girl to my left named Vicki. She had long, blondish-oraginish hair, and wore a loose tee, with white skinnies, and green converse. The green  and the white looked cool together. Two daring colors. I took out my camera, and snapped a picture of her skinnies with her green converse for my documentary. She didn't seem to mind.

"Thanks!" I reply, smiling at her. Vicki seemed really nice. "We need to talk more!You seem really nice." I stop myself there, suprised I even blurted that out. I'm usually less peppy, and just normal, you know?I talk when I want, not just every second I can.

Vicki hands me her phone. "Add your number!"

I take the cool black Iphone, and then hand her my pink blackberry. She adds her number cheerfully, and then we trade back our phones. I watch as she brushes her orange bangs out of her eyes, and then quickly returns her Iphone to her back pocket. Then, along with Cali, Iris and Hannah, we walked down the hall to the Girls' Locker Room.

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"Mandee, how do I look?" Alicia asks her bottle-blonde, cheap sidekick. She pushes her platinum blonde hair out of her face, so she can look in the mirror along with the other sluts.

"You. Look. GORGEOUS!" Mandee squeals, clapping her hands together.

"Well, obvi, " Alicia says viciously, rolling her eyes. Her baby pink booty shorts were up her ass, and her skin-tight orange tank-top was so low, that her zebra print bra was sticking out too.

"Hey, LEESh?" I let out boldly. Every head in the locker room turns to face me, including Alicia, and bottle-blonde, Mandee.

"Yeah, hoe?" Alicia replies, laughing, along with the rest of her clique. Some other girls laugh too.I give them the evil eye, and they go back to their gym lockers to finish changing.

"You should really put some clothes on. And I would pull out the padding now." I walk over to her, and rip the padding from her bra. Everyone laughs, and Alicia has a fit. Then she screams, "Alex is a lesbian!She touches girls!"

"No!She was-I was just, WHATEVER!" I boom. Then I walk up to Cali, and Iris. They back away as if I was going to touch them."Guys?" I ask slowly. They continue to look down at the floor. Then they look up.They both laugh.

"Wow, and I thought you were my friends!" I scream in their faces. Iris starts to say something but I run away, before I can even hear what she has to offer.

 Something wet falls down my cheek, and then I'm crying hysterically. I just want to go back to the house, and forget everything. Forget Alicia, forget Jake, and forget my former "friends." I don't even want to live anymore really. I should just kill myself. I'm not wanted here.

Then something scratched my arm.

"OW!" I screamed.

Suddenly...everything went black, and I fell to the ground.

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"Alex!" someone above me whisper-shouted. "Are you there? Shit. Don't die Alex, please!"

It sounded like a guy. I fluttered my eyes until they were open, and sure enough, a boy was standing above me. He had dark brown-almost black- hair, and warm, hazel/green eyes. His pink lips were so perfect, that I wanted to kiss them badly. I mean, he did save my life, sort of..

"Hey," he smiled at me. "You're ok!"

As I lean up, he puts his arm behind my head. He seems really nice, but for some reason I can tell he's bullied. The sad look in his eyes, the un-natural looking smile. I've been there before, that's why I came to this school.

I got up, and started to pick up my fallen books. He plops down on the floor to help me. He reaches over and grabs my language binder, and part of his sweatshirt came up, revealing his wrists. They were all red, and cut up. I realized he had slit them.

Then, I start to cry. I wind up telling him everything. From the minute I arrived here, to now. Then, he gave me his phone and asked to trade numbers. Then, we traded back phones. He told me to call if I need anything. I look at the new contact and see his name is Ethan. Suddenly, there's a stinging in my arm.

 I looked down at my arm to see a red cut, much like the one on his arm. I reach over to get my blue, science notebook, and there's a razor next to it. It all makes sense now.

His eyes fell to the razor, and I quickly looked away. I gathered all of my stuff in a pile, and then pushed it to the side. I looked back at him, and he was staring at me, wide-eyed. Hot-guy grabs my hand.

"Why?" I ask, avoiding eye contact.

"It takes away the pain of-"he stops. We both turn our heads to the douches down the hall. They're all carrying sodas, and Alicia and Mandee are with them. "Of them."

All of the guys, including Jake run up to Ethan and I, and pour the soda on our heads. As they walk down the hall, one guys adds, "LOSERS!"

They all laugh, and Alicia and Mandee follow them. "So long SUCKERS!"

They're hanging out down the hall, and then a girl comes running..

"HEY!" She yells to Jake and his posse. Ethan and I turn our heads, to see who the next victim will be.