Leave Mary Jane Alone

Chapter Twenty Two

The next time I went to school was odd. It was like those times when you forget about school and you wake up late and realize that it was so dumb to forget that school is indeed a thing. Then walking around was even more of a problem for me and the discomfort I felt was almost overwhelming. In those hallways in between classes I only looked at lockers and classroom doors. Not making eye contact had become my major skill and I was doing great! But that didn't mean I couldn't feel them and I remembered Jackson. I remembered that I was almost taking and that Oliver had completely knocked Jackson out. I almost laughed just thinking about that damn situation even thought it was one of the worse moments in my life that only reminded me of my father's death seeing as a gun was pointed to my head.

But I stepped harder than usual. That's what I noticed. My foot steps were hesitant like a mouse but now I was basically stomping on these tiles. If I did just so happen to make eye contact with someone I didn't look away in a millisecond. I used to do that. Now I just let them look at me for a second, me and my pink hair, then I'd keep it moving. No need to keep something awkward going on. I made it to my first class. English. I sat in the back as per usual because it meant that the rude glaring teacher wouldn't be spitting at me and I wouldn't have to deal with him calling on me. And of course I still had on my usual cutesy outfit meaning a skirt and top that went nicely and a cardigan this time. My pink hair was pulled into a high pony tail why? Because I was ready for whatever today. Especially since Mercedes was back from the hospital and our to get me. At least that's what I heard in the restroom stall. I had even put on some combat boots with cute flowers on them.

People's eyes scanned me, as if a damn lion would come out of nowhere and attack them, cautiously to say the least. And I wanted to snort and laugh and ask why people wouldn't put their eye balls back in the sockets.

'Tomorrow at school I want to hear that you told a couple people to mind their business.' Oliver's challenge came to me and reminded me that I needed to relax. Oliver told me that the easiest way to do anything was to remember that we're all equals and people are rude because they don't want to believe that and would rather believe they're better than others which is a lie. I'd do it next class. Thinking about Oliver made me blush and I put my head down thinking about yesterday with him.

What I did next was crazy, it was art, it was spontaneous! I gave Oliver the eyes that every girl and guy knew. I half meant them even though a very small part of me wondered what the hell I was thinking. And of course he noticed because thousands of girls gave him that look and thousands more would! I flicked my eyes around secretively so he'd look around as well. He rushed me into this really tight hug so he could whisper into my ear.

"Bad Mary Jane, using me for your mission that I gave you. I feel like a jigalo. This should work though." Then he eased away and looked at me like I was his angel. "If you ever look at me like that again though, I'll fuck your brains out and we both know you're not ready for big Olly."

Big Olly? I didn't know whether to laugh, scream, or pass out but it worked like a charm and I blushed redder than a cherry. People probably thought we were really something. Just then I looked around at everyone and I got a little scared. Talking now would definitely mean everyone would be right. They'd think I was a liar. Did I care? Was this worth it? Would this even be helping me? I had to decide while they were still looking.

I turned back while the coach was screaming his head off about something or another and I could see that they were waiting.

"I can feel your eyes burning through my clothes. Mind minding your own damn business for me?" I challenged. I impressed my own self with that one really.

The girl and her friend gaped like fish fresh out of the water. Oliver put his arm around me in encouragement and I leaned on him breathing in relief. I always hated being under speculation for never talking and now here I was being sassy and being there for myself. I watched her take out her phone and shoot a text and instantly I became annoyed. Was this Gossip Girl? Mercedes being the dramatic twat she was gasped loud enough that the coach thought something had happened to her? She hurriedly calmed her ass down after that.