What Was Missing

Chapter 7 - Scarlett

Song: S&M - Rihanna

"Are you planing on going to Lisa's party tonight?" Rebecca asks as we sit at our usual table, the "popular table" at lunch. I know, stupid name.

I know you might be wondering, why the hell is she still talking to me after how rudely I treated her the other day, but that's just how she is. She forgives and forgets. I've learned not to question it and let her be.

Her question about the party catches the attention of a few other people that sit around us. They act uninterested but I know they're listening by the slight, not so subtle, glances they give my way.

"Tonight? It's a Tuesday. That doesn't sound so fun." I never understood why people had parties on school nights. I mean, do you really want to be hungover for school the next day.

"I'm only asking because Lisa begged me to convince you." Rebecca complains rolling her eyes. She hates it when people ask her to convince me of things and honestly so do I.

I purse my lips giving it some thought. Partying on a school night seems like such a bad idea. What? I'm a mean girl not an irresponsible one, at least not often, but my parents are coming back home today and I'll do anything to not be around when they do, so I might take the risk of going to this stupid party.

"Why does she want you to convince me so badly?" I question popping a fry into my mouth. Today was fry's and burgers day. Mother would definitely kill me if she saw me eating this. Good thing she isn't around.

"Obviously because if you go, then more people will want to go. You know you're the life of the party at every single one right? Most people only go if they know you'll be there."

Right. Sometimes I forget how popular I am to others. People usually go to parties to talk with me and try to be friends. It's an excuse to get on my good side. That doesn't apply to most of the guys though. The only reason they go is to try and hook up with me, which has happened when Justin and I have been on our breaks, but I think it's time I stop the random hookups. After all, I never enjoy them when they happen, so why bother.

Movement across the lunch room catches my attention making me turn to look.

Ah, of course. Stupid jocks.

They're pushing each other around and yelling like animals. Play fighting I guess, but they look so stupid doing it.

"Man, those idiots. Do they not get tired of pushing each other around all the time? And do girls really fall for those things?" Rebecca questions leaning back on her seat looking at the commotion, and by things she refers to the jocks.

One of the jocks starts pushing the other backwards until he bumps into someone's chair causing the person that sits there to spill water all over themselves.

The person turns around... Alex. Damn, the luck of that nerd.

"Fuck, sorry dude." The jock apologizes but it's obvious he doesn't give a shit. The cheerleaders that sit with the jocks laugh and giggle at the situation. People really laugh at anything nowadays, huh?

Alex just quietly turns back around trying to dry himself with some napkins, that little girl friend of his trying to help.

Looking at him now reminds me of what happened last night. That picture. I almost forgot about that. I looked so... different back then. You wouldn't think that the little girl in that picture and me are the same person.

Staring at that picture, it brought back memories. Memories I did not want to remember. Memories I worked so hard on pushing to furthest part of my brain to never resurface, yet here they were, all coming back. Fuck. I can't think about this anymore.