That fame belongs to ME.

Part 10

Chapter 10

I scraped the locker aggressively, all the while with a smile on my face. I hadn't been able to remove it. Removing it to Mrs Crawford's standards was an obviously impossible task, however I didn't care. I failed to worry about the task in hand; instead, I worried about my conversation earlier with Tren. 

How'd you feel about performing where Mysterie performed a few days ago? You and me together?

The words consistenly raced around my mind, making it burdensome for me to think of anything else but Tren. Tren. I let out an illusory sigh thinking of him. I couldn't wait to perform. It would be amazing, I thought. 

Almost goddess-like, I grabbed my earphones and placed them in my ear, blocking out all other sounds but the lovely music in order to focus on Tren completely without any distractions. Theoritcally, this seemed like an almost stalkerish act however in my predicament, I was far from thinking straight.

His endearing smile replayed in my mind; perfect teeth coated with full, tempting lips. My eyes wrinkled up in happiness at the thought of me actually knowing this guy. Although, at times his moods fluctuated, I didn't mind. Every other thing about him made up for it. Clearly, I had fallen head over hells for him but whether the feeling was mutual was an arguable statement.

Suddenly, I felt my body slamming against the locker and my earphones zooming out of my ears. I turned around to see the cause and unsuprisingly, it was Georgia and Annie.

"What'd you do that for?!" I asked, although I knew there was no point. They wouldn't give me neither a justifiable nor straight answer. I was just wasting my breath.

"Well, why'd you do that to her locker then?" Annie responded thrusting her thumb towards the direction of the graffiti in the locker. "You should have been kicked out of the school, you don't deserve to be here." Her words were not in any way as harsh as they had been previously. Now, I had Tren to cheer me up. I didn't need the opinions of two people I detested. 

"Get lost." I turned back around attempting to scrape the graffiti off until I felt cold fingers grappling tightly to the back of my neck. I froze. The force of Annie's hand against my fragile skin was increasingly painful. I wanted to surrender; to say sorry so that she would have let go but I had more will power than that. I wouldn't let her win this battle.

"Answer the question!" She bellowed in my ear. 

"Get off me now." My words were monosyllabic- conveying my growing anger. I tried to hide all traces of the fact that I could barely feel my neck anymore. With her spare hand, she grabbed my hair and slammed me against the locker, still clasping onto my neck. I felt her breathing in my ear, and suddenly, with what little energy I had left, I turned around and shoved her to the ground. She dropped but only momentarily for she had gotten up a few seconds later. I thought she would lunge at me, but instead she turned around and walked off.

Georgia looked at me with confused expression.

"I know you didn't do it," she said. She began to walk off in the same direction that Annie stormed off in, but I held her elbow back.

"What? How did you know?" 

"It was Tren, wasn't it?" She said his name with such harshness. "Listen to Emillie, he's not good for you." Her face was so serious I almost felt sick. In all my years of knowing Georgia, she had never had such an expression on her face. I doubted she was lying, but Tren was perfect in my eyes. What did she mean?

"What are you talking about? He's perfect." I released her elbow primarily because I was afraid of the answer she was going to give me. I wanted her to go so that I wouldn't have to listen to her anymore.