the him of hers

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McBitch

"So who the hell exactly are those people across the street? The house looks full as shit." Mera sat on my bed while I searched my room with a towel wrapped around my body for something to wear.

"De..."

She put a hand over her mouth and laughed. "Oh shit. Your arch nemesis. How did I not notice. When the fuck did they move here?" 

I inhaled my smoking device and took a second before responding. "A week ago."

"Let me guess. You two still can't get along? In fact, it's even worse?" 

"Everything is just so great. It's the first day of school. The guy who I could literally kill stays across the street from me..." I walked into my small closet and decided to just throw on a blue pullover with ripped high waisted jeans and some white platform tennis shoes.

"And you have a human who loves you. Named Mera." She examined her skateboard for any scratches like it was a living thing. It was only cute when she did it.

I laughed and threw my backpack over my shoulder.

"At least it's senior year." I tried making the benefit of the doubt.

"Senior year means more responsibilities. You know I don't get along with that word. Never will."

"Whether you become an irresponsible 50 year old or not, I will forever love you. Come on let's go."

"Rooftop smoke tonight?" She asked before we left the room.

I nodded. My room was at the furthest end upstairs. Where the skylight was. It was the many reasons why I loved  the aesthetic of my room.

Ever since I was a little girl I always climbed up there. Mostly by myself, but sometimes with my best friend too. It was like an escape from the real world being on the roof. Like at the top of the world. Being able to observe everything in peace, with no one spotting my presence.

I looked back at my room one more time before I exited the doorway. Smiling and sniffing in that strawberry scent that was leftover from my vape and the smooth natural scent of the room too. Then I turned around and bumped in my unfortunate blood brother.

"Hurry up. The car is ready dipshit."

"Keep that smart mouth and you'll be using it for hitch hiking when I throw you out of the fucking window, Braylen."

                                         ~

Eighth period bell rung. The last period. Meaning it was almost time to go home. My body somehow radiated a liveliness as I grabbed my belongings and exited the classroom.

"Hey, Campbell!" One of the jocks yelled out to me and ran over to me. "Coming to the party tomorrow? You know we need the action of the party every single time. Bring that insane friend of yours too. Yeah?" He leaned on my locker and carelessly lit a cigarette that was resting in his mouth.

"Well, well, well. Is this Ethan? The fucker who threw his Big Mac in the worker's face at McDonald's." I was the worker.

"You know I was drunk. It was damn near 1am. I thought you were a happy meal." I looked at him with so many questions behind his response. "The force behind that throw was filled with nothing but love for your awesome service." He pat the top of my head and walked down the hallway. "11pm tomorrow, McBitch!"

Here's the thing. I wasn't exactly popular at school. Neither was I unpopular. I was just very well known by everyone, but everyone wasn't my friend. I knew how to keep my distance.

When it came to parties, that's where I was well known. I always tried to convince myself that I would go to a party and just have a decent time. Not too wild, not too out of control.

But every time that cup touched my lips, that expectation faded away.

There was some wild shit Mera and I had done over the years with partying and just together in general. Neither did I regret any of those things one bit. I mean...YOLO.

I shut my locker and walked to my next class. Wondering who all would be in there. Even though I would probably sleep half of the time.

"Kambrea?" I heard a sassy voice from behind me and decided to just keep walking. Sometimes I just liked to pretend humans did not exist.

Her hand touched my shoulder and then I decided to turn around. My face became tense and I turned around to the "popular" bitch of the school. Lexi fucking Holmes.

"What the hell is your problem, Lexi? Touch me again and I'll make even more bad history between us."

"Bitchy on the first day I see." She stepped in front of me before I could continue walking forward. "Is Demario Santos your neighbor?"

"I have no idea who that man is. Have a horrible day." I scoffed and start to walk around her.

She steps in front of me closer again. Was the universe really against me on this first day of senior year?

"Stay the fuck away from him. You have a habit of sleeping with everyone. Anyone." She laughed like a witch and twirled her brunette hair in her fingers. Wearing that tight ass cheerleader outfit that was somehow always glued to her body.

"We all have habits honey bun. Just like you for instance. A habit of being musty. Especially in the pussy. Oops, didn't mean to spill one of the jocks secrets." I put a hand over my mouth dramatically.

I hated drama. But also loved it at the right times. And when a motherfucker wanted drama with me, I would put on a whole damn play if I had to.

"Get to class students!" Principle Wills yelled from the end of the hallway.

"You're a student, Lexi. Get the fuck to class." I walked forward and bumped into her, forcing her move out of the way.

When I arrived in the class room it was full like a chicken coop. It was calculus. A word that didn't sound like I would favor very well. 

I searched the room for a seat and it took more seconds than it should have. There was one empty. Next to a person that I also didn't favor.

Demario Santos. Leaning back on two legs of the chair. Talking to his friends and flirting with foolish girls.

What a fucking way to start off the school year.