My favorite enemy

Chapter eighteen | my dearest boy

It's the last class of the day, I barely listen to my math teacher talk about dumb shit that has no point. We're never going to need any of it.

I tap my pencil and not so patiently wait for the bell to ring, I keep glancing over at the clock hoping it'll strike 3:30.

I've been trying to think of anything other than what happened the other night but it's so hard.

I don't know why the fuck I make things so much harder for myself, and her for that matter.

But in my defense I tried, but she keeps mouthing off and it makes me want to put her right in her fucking place.

I couldn't give her a logical explanation as to why I avoided her but I don't know what I'm supposed to say.

I simply don't want to fuck with her head even more than I already have, I'm not capable of treating her the way she's supposed to be treated.

But yet again, she's not so nice either, she's not capable of accepting an apology.

And I'm not capable of giving a proper one apparently.

I snap out of my head when the bell finally rings and you bet your sweet ass I'm the first one out of there.

I throw my useless bag over my shoulder and pull a cigarette out from behind my ear, getting ready to light it as soon as I get to my truck.

I push open the doors and walk out, not bothering to hold the door for the guy behind me.

Sorry not sorry.

I face forward, walking straight to my truck. I glance over and see Valerie.

She notices me and shoots me the most evil glare you've ever seen.

I brush it off and lean against my truck, flicking my lighter to my cigarette and inhaling.

I blow the smoke away from the crowd of people just as I notice Valerie walking toward me.

Oh great.

"What did you say to her the other night?" She crosses her arms and puts one leg in front of the other.

"I didn't say anything, I tried to apologize." I shrug, taking another drag off of my cigarette.

She reaches over and snatches the cigarette from my mouth. She drops it on the ground and steps on it.

Well well well, if it isn't Scarlett's twin.

"You're a liar."

"No I'm not, I tried to apologize and she got lippy like she usually does. Am I free to leave now?" I ask sarcastically.

"I suggest you stay away from her." She says as if she's an angry parent.

I scoff to myself, I don't say anything more as I open the door to my truck and hop in.

She gives me another death stare before finally walking away.

I sit in my car for a couple moments, flicking through my playlist to find a good song before deciding to head out.

My eyes fall upon Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry and
I almost chuckle to myself at the irony.

I press play before turning up my stereo, the windows rattling at the vibration of the music.

I grip the steering wheel with one hand, putting the truck in drive with the other.

I peel out of the parking lot, glancing at Valerie on my way out and rolling my eyes the minute my eyes land on her.