The Another Badass

Chapter 10

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I sit beside Owen as he rush through his physics homework.

"Hey babe," Ronald Daniels came up to Heather. Olivia scrunch her nose up in disgust and look away from them.

Ronald sits beside Heather, his arm around her shoulders.

"Stop touching me," Heather frowns as I look down at the table because I find it interesting.

I look back up at them, thinking I should help or something.

I held Owen's left hand which is under the table, "she said stop touching her, she doesn't like it." I say to Ronald.

Owen looks up, slightly confused.

"Take your arms off her shoulders and get the fuck out of here." I say in my calmest tone possible.

"Boy you're uptight for a slut." Ronald mutters, standing up.

"What did you just say to her?" I look up at my brother, Peter.

I quickly let go of Owen's hand and stood up.

"Why are you out of the hospital?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"My sister is not a slut," Peter glares at Ronald.

"Get out of here before I fucking kill you." He spat.

I look down at his wrist where the hospital tag is still on.

"You ran away?" I frown at him, "dude, I am driving you back to the hospital." I stated.

"Wait," Peter looks down at me.

"I saw all those newspaper clippings, people calling you a whore and all that- what's going on, Chels?"

"There's no time for that, I bet you just woke up from your long coma." I snap at him.

"You own a bike and I am not getting on it." I let out a frustrated groan and grab Heather's car keys.

"Thanks Heather."

"Don't crash it."

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"Peter, you know it's not nice to rummage through people's things." I say, feeling like I am older than him.

"Whatever, I am bored." Peter groans.

"Ew, she got a vibrator- Ew oh my god, she got like a thousand condoms in here." Peter begins to freak out.

"Ugh stop it, Pete!" I frown at him.

"Don't call me Pete, Chels." He shot back.

I roll my eyes, knowing that our argument will never end.

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I walk into math class, realizing Ash is not there. I got like a 10 minute lecture from my teacher, telling me why I should not be late.

And I lied and didn't say anything about my brother.

I finally sat down, before I hear Ms Seinfeld on the PA system.

"Chelsea Drew Evans! Get into my office!"

What did I do?

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I walk into the office, Ash sitting down, clearly not happy.

"Yes?"

Ms Seinfeld glares up at me, "why? Why did you do it-"

"We did not do anything!" Ash cuts her off.

"Stop denying, its all over the news and the media. What's wrong with you, Drew?" Ms Seinfeld stood up.