Chances

Chapter 7 - Thanks?

After last period, I started walking out of the class room when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I stopped, and turned to face whoever it was. Stacy Jasper was staring at me. Her pin straight brunette hair was put up in a half-pony tail, which looked cute on her. Her make-up was done neutral, with some mascara on her beautifully long eyelashes.

"I wanna say thanks for what you did to Hilary," She said, flipping some hair over her shoulder. My brows rose. I was expecting her to say something snobby about how Hilary is so amazing since she's one of them.

"You want to say... thanks?" I asked, disbelievingly.

"Yeah," She shrugged, but I could tell she was nervous. Like it was a crime to say something bad about a fellow cheerleader. "No one stands up to her. Just cause of who her dad is." Her big doe eyes rolled, making me smile.

"Well, it was fun. Not getting scratched," I laughed, referring to the cut I had on my arm, which was cleaned up. "But it felt necessary." She smiled, and I could tell it was genuine. As much as I wanted to talk to her, I really needed a shower. I had borrowed someone else's clothing, and had used a shower by the girl's locker rooms, but I needed to smell good. Granted I would only smell like Mr. Dominique, but I like it. It felt refreshing to smell like him. Like it was something new. I loved it.

"Well, I'll see you later," I smiled, before turning to leave. She stopped me by quickly speaking.

"Wait!" I turned back around to face her, with confusion written on my face. "Is it... is it true that you're living with Bennett Dominique?" She asked, with wide eyes.

"No- well... in a way. But no." Her eyes got impossibly bigger.

"You are!?" She exclaimed.

"No! No, I'm not." I lied, making my mind up. "Uh, my brothers just needed a place to stay and he was there, so he offered, so we went there for a night." I lied, quickly. Her eyes dulled, and she nodded.

"Oh," Then she unexpectedly giggled. "Do you like him?" I rolled my eyes at her, but my face was quickly heating up.

"I have to go." I said, leaving her as a giggling mess in the hallway. Just as I walked towards my locker, Matilda caught up with me.

"Hey, can you give me the address so I can put it in Shelly?" Shelly was her GPS. I thought it was absurd that she named her GPS, but it was hers, so I didn't interfere.

"Yeah, here." I leaned it against my locker as I started writing down the address on a piece of paper.

"I'll see you there." She told me, smiling as she tucked the paper in her pocket, and turned to walk away. Turning to my locker, I grabbed my sticky clothing, and stuffed it in my backpack, along with the new clothing Matilda got for me. Slamming it shut, I turned back around, and started to walk towards the doors when I heard something.

"Back up! Hey! Back. Up!" I heard a man yell. I didn't know how I hadn't noticed the swarm of students by the entrance earlier. Shoving myself through the sweaty bodies, I found tons of people with flashing cameras and microphones.

"THERE SHE IS!" One of them yelled, making them all turn to me. My eyes widened, as all the bodies around deserted me. I stood frozen as they bombarded me. The few policemen were useless as they charged at me. Finally they got to me, pushing and shoving each other. They were greedy little bastards. I let out a small scream as I jumped back and ran into the school. They were yelling out questions that I didn't even have time to process. After I couldn't even hear them, I finally stopped to catch my breath. Leaning against the lockers, I didn't care as the students stared at me. I leaned my head against the cool material, and breathed in and out quickly.