𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

Not as bad

I had a couple classes without any of my bitches. Chemistry and French to be exact, nothing special. I had lunch next so I had to meet up with my two idiot friends.

"Ah yes, my favorite piece of shit."

I gasped dramatically and gave him loving eyes.

"I'm your favorite?!"

I nudged the dirty blonde jokingly as we walked down the stairs. He almost tripped but caught himself before falling.

"Idiot."

He threw his hands up in defense and caught up with me. I was already a fucking mile ahead of that bitch.

"Not my fault you didn't wait up!"

He huffed. The empty hallways gave me an amazing idea, so I smirked at him. I ran down a random hallway fast enough to get him off my trail for a second. He followed me, almost getting lost while doing so. It was like in a movie scene where the murder runs and the victim follows. I went down another hallway, hiding behind the corner.

"Hey wait up-"

When he slid past the corner I screamed, giving him the jumpscare of his life. He jumped back, falling into a pile of trash that a janitor left. I almost fell to the floor from laughing. He rolled his eyes and laughed too.

"You're a fucking asshole. I'm hungry, let's go."

He stood up, grabbing my arm, dragging us to the cafeteria. While we were walking he changed his shirt and had me carry his trash one, which didn't even smell that bad.

"Live poor for one day and you'll understand. You didn't even smell that bad and your shirt wasn't even stained!"

"That's because you're desensitized to it! You live like a rat!"

"Trust me, once you try putting water in your soap when the stick can't reach the bottom crevices, your life will alter for the better."

"Just get new soap! It's not that hard!"

"Oh my fucking God, I CAN'T BUY NEW SOAP BECAUSE IM FUCKING POOR."

"THAT'S NOT MY PROBLEM!"

"YEAH BECAUSE YOUR DADDY PAYS FOR EVERYTHING IN YOUR FUCKING LIFE! YOU'VE NEVER EVEN HAD TO CLEAN YOUR ROOM YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

"YEAH. BECAUSE I WAS BORN RICH, THAT'S NOT MY FAULT!"

"BUT YOU DON'T EVEN TRY TO UNDERSTAND WHAT IT'S LIKE BEING POOR, WE CANT JUST BUY THINGS!"

"AGAIN, NOT. MY. PROBLEM."

We both sped walked into the cafeteria and sat down with Bailey, who dragged along the Boston kids.

"What is it this time?"

"He's berating me for being fucking poor!"

"Not my fault you can't afford shit!"

"Yeah but you don't even try to understand it from my perspective! I can't just buy another soap! They have to last months or else I'm having dirty hands!"

He gagged and I elbowed him in the gut.

"It's true, some of us do have to add water."

"See, listen to Bailey, the reasonable one!"

He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Now shut the fuck up so I can listen to music without your disgusting voice."