Enemies

6. "Ew! What The Fuck?!"

This chapter is a little on the sad side.

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I am spooked by a large pair of muscled arms wrapping around my hoodie-clad figure. The arms in question giving me a rough squeeze as the person connected to them presses their front to my back.

The scent of aftershave clouds my senses in a way that has me begging to escape from it.

"Hey, baby." A deep voice vibrates against my back. I am taken by surprise when I feel a pair of thin, chapped lips press against the side of my neck in a quick peck.

"I didn't see you at my party." He mutters.

Maybe if you were not preoccupied with the lips of a freshman, you would have seen me being elbowed in the ribs by the grinding couples on the dance floor. The dance floor that was directly in front of you, might I add.

I close the thin metal of my locker's door before bringing my hands down to his wrists, that are still connected to my body. I use all of the strength that I can muster in order to lessen his grip on me, stepping out of his hold.

"I saw you..." I quip.

A look of pure, unadulterated confusion encapsulates his facial features.

"...making out with a girl who's barely gone through puberty."

His eyes widen a little and his face begins to pale.

This tells me all that I need to know...he's guilty.

Instead of just coming out with the truth and admitting that he was in the wrong, he attempts to plaster on an unbothered expression.

"What are you talking about? I was looking around for you all night." His vocal tone raises an octave.

A breathy sigh falls from my lips.

What is it with guys and them being unable to admit when they are wrong?

"I just want to know why you did it."

Unfortunately, he continues to feign confusion.

"Did what?!" He explodes.

"I was looking for you the entire night!"

An innocent person would not be this defensive of a simple question this early on in the conversation. Over time with being accused of something you didn't actually do? Yeah, I could see how that would frustrate someone. But getting defensive one question in? That just screams guilty to me.

"I think that our relationship, just like this conversation, is over." I say before walking past him and in the direction of my first period class.

Well, that went quicker than I assumed it would.

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"I just don't understand how I got that problem wrong!" Cassie stresses.

"Like, I swear that old hag just hates me."

It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes at the girl.

"Cassie, you multiplied when you were supposed to divide." My voice comes out more monotone than intended.

Honestly, I cannot wait until I get to leave school today. It is only lunch, but today has already felt way longer than yesterday.

Cassie and I exit the math wing of the school and enter the main hall. In our school, you can cut through the main hall to get to the lunch room and get there in significantly less time than if you were to take the supposed 'shortcut' halls. I found this information out during my sophomore-