Posh Kids (Gen. 4)

Reid

I held the marker in my fingers, thinking of a place to write. The northern wall of my bedroom had about a hundred sheets of construction paper taped to it, the majority with messy writing on them. Some of the notes were small, just about a half inch, while others were larger, taking up the whole individual sheet of paper. One phrase really stood, its bold lettering beckoning to be seen.

Girls + Sex = Nate!!

I had written it on the wall, only a few months ago. Under that was the summary of the last few weeks.

Reid likes Madeleine
Nash loves Madeleine
Nate loves Georgie
Madeleine fucks Nash
Madeleine breaks Nash
Reid hates Madeleine

Georgie dates Nate
Georgie fucks Nate
Nate ignores Reid

After reading the last line, I couldn't take it. The World War 2 fighter plane, the one Mum just bought a few weeks for me, was nothing but a pile of splinters within a minute. I looked over to my bed, and laying on my duvets, were my medications. I picked a pill by random choice, and laid it on my tongue. Then, I grabbed my water bottle, and let the water flow down my throat, flushing the pill into my system. After a few moments, my thoughts were clearer, and I realized what I needed to do. Confront Madeleine and Georgie.

The trek to Madeleine's house was a short one, considering she lived less than a mile from me. However, her street was one that had some of the chav kids living there.

"Ha! Guys, we found our flipping fag of the day!" yelled a kid with greasy black hair.

"I'm not gay!" I exclaimed, keeping my pace.

"Then why do all the girls say you can't snog them properly?" he asked, glaring at me.

"I'm not gay. I'm not anything!" I yelled, walking off. I didn't hear any footsteps following me, so I continued, until Madeleine's house was within view. Her bedroom window was partially open, and I could see her silhouette. I bolted to the front door, and jiggled the doorknob, surprisingly coming open. Beyond the front door were two passageways, one leading to a kitchen, another leading up a staircase. Since I heard the faint noise of music coming from upstairs, I decided to go up that path. After walking up the stairs and down the hallway, a room with a slightly ajar door appeared. As I walked in, Madeleine sat on her bed, looking into her closet. Her shoulders were bare, and she seemed like was staring intently into the dark closet, as if she were making an important decision. I was frozen in place, while she was deep in thought. As I inched past her dresser, my extended elbow knocked an empty glass bottle to the floor, shattering into pieces.

"Reid!" exclaimed Madeleine, turning her head around. She only wore a flimsy top that came to mid thigh, without any bottoms in sight.

"Er, sorry. I'm sorry, really sorry," I said, raising my hands in defense. Madeleine glared at me, her eyes looking venomous, while her facial expression looked peaceful.

"I need to tell you something," I said, looking down at the floor.

"Go to the kitchen, and I'll meet you there," she said, shoving me out of the room.