Confessions of a Bitch

The Tapes

By the time the school bell rings at the end of Monday, I am fuming. Victoria is nowhere to be seen and Alyssa is still stalking me like a shadow, not to mention the fact I've been waiting patiently to talk to Hotpants privately.  

The boy better explain what he's doing and fast before I burn him alive.  

I see him heading off to the locker with an air of arrogance wavering around him like perfume. Honestly I don't know what girls see in him. Being good looking doesn't mean you have to be a douche bag man whore. As he makes his way past the supply closet, I drag him by the singlet and push him into the closet before locking the door behind us.  

"What the hell do you think you're doing Blondie?" He seethes obviously pissed at the idea of keeping his plastic worshippers waiting for him for too long.  

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I say as I edge closer towards him trying to do everything in my power not to punch him or worse, kill him.  

"What are you on about?"  

"I see you? Are you scared? Viper?" He looks at me as if I'm a maniac.  

Christ.  

I take my phone out of my pocket and show him all the messages.  

"It's not me." He says in a bored tone. "I've got better things to do with my time than threaten you."  

Fury overrides my brain as I push him onto one of the metal shelves. NO ONE threatens me. No one threatens my family and gets away with it.  

Hotpants reacts quickly and throws me at the door. I reach out for his grey singlet, pulling him down with me. He tries to roll over, but I gain the upper hand. I'm about I tell him to quit it when I hear the sound of keys in the lock. Before Hotpants and I can react, Mr Gold rushes in.  

His eyes pop open.  

I love it how he catches Hotpants and I in very colourful situations. Right now, he must be giving himself a pat on the back for being right. After all we both look like we were getting intense physically... if you know what I mean. Actually, we were and still would be if Mr Gold didn't burst inside.  

"You want to join us?" Hotpants sneers. Mr Gold turns red, and then roars at us to follow him into his office. I get up from Hotpants and grab my bag from the floor before following Mr Gold. For a moment I wonder if he has his period or is going through menopause.  

I almost slap myself. Men don't have periods or menopause. I should remember this from sex ed lessons in year nine. Gosh I did so well in those classes. There was nothing better than writing about sex for a test.  

Victoria just cringed throughout the test and later spent twenty minutes washing her hands. She doesn't even watch Game of Thrones with me, but I sometimes sit with her and watch documentaries on nuns. Speaking of that girl, she better have a good explanation to why she hasn't been at school, or why she hasn't called me.  

"There are three key rules at this school!" Mr Gold is pacing around the room giving us each a death glare. I want to laugh. He looks like Golem from Lord Of The Rings. "Number one, you must work hard. Number two, drugs are not permitted and number three, NO SEXUAL ACTIVITY MUST OCCUR AT SCHOOL!"  

Hotpants smirks and says, "Thanks for the sex-ed lesson. I've got a party to plan tonight." A party? Who throws a party on a Monday night?  

Mr Gold is thrown aback.  

"Are we done with the sex talk?" I ask.  

Mr Gold's eyes narrow at me, "No! We are not done here!"  

"What about you and Sarah? Do you enjoy your nice romps in your office at lunchtime?"  

I have never turned to look at David so quickly in my life. I then look at Mr Gold. He's pale, trembling.  

Sarah is one of the goody two shoes Christian girls at school who refers to Jesus as her Bieber. Victoria adores her and calls her a great Christian figure. They go to church together, sing in the choir together and even run a youth group together. So, this is big news.  

Major news.  

"You think I don't know? Hotpants says as he leans back and slouches on the chair. "I must say Mr Gold, or should I call you Goldie, what would the missus think about that?"  

"I don't know what you're talking about." Mr Gold says firmly.  

"Oh Josh! Don't stop! Josh! Josh!" Hotpants says in a high pitched girly voice.  

I think I need to clean out my ears later tonight and then drown my horror and disgust in a bottle of liquor. I always thought it would be Mr James and a bimbo who'd be caught in the act, but not Mr Gold and Sarah! 

And I thought I had bad ass reputation.  

David begins to rise, "See you Goldie. I've got matters to handle." He looks at me and smirks, "I need my condom back Blondie." He winks and walks away. I grab my bag and follow him.  

"How did you know what was happening?"  

He turns around and taps the side of his nose with a sly grin, "I see everything."  

His words send chills across my bones. I do nothing as he walks away laughing.  

It feels like years until I myself begin walking out of the school halls. I'm about opening the car when I realise my hands are shaking.  

Damn it.  

I'm not scared. What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn't be scared. This is all a prank. This is David's doing. For a moment it feels like when I found out it was David all along who pretended to love me on Facebook. It's the third time in my life I feel myself crumbling from the inside.  

My phone beeps. It's probably a text from mum or Victoria. I instantly press the view button.  

The phone drops from my hand when I see the text. My eyes dart around. I can feel my heart rate accelerate. My head feels light. I want to bend over and vomit.  

Give me the tapes, babe.  

P.S that print shirt looks good on you.  

I see you. I see everything. 

Viper.