Dangerous Ties

Dangerous Conversations

"You slept with her? You slept with her! Oh, my god! I can't believe you'd actually sleep with her!"

"And so what if I did?"

"'So what if you did'? She's my best friend asshole! My. Best. Friend."

Okay so, normally, I wasn't such a nosey bitch.

But I needed a place to hide and I just happened to stumble across an empty room.

Well, I guess it shouldn't really be considered an empty room now.

I mean, it was empty when I got here but then I heard the doorknob turning and I did what anyone would've done: a James Bond dive into one of the supply closets. But the lights were off, and I was scared beyond my wits.

Not one of my finest moments.

If there was one thing that I hated more than Jason Derulo's voice, it was darkness.

I hated the dark.

It was such an intense phobia for me that I absolutely had to sleep with the TV on in my room at night. I don't really know why or when it started I just remember not being able to sleep at night as a kid because my mind would conjure up some of the creepiest thoughts ever.

Monsters under my bed who wanted to feed on my flesh.

Ghosts who've returned from the dead to sell my soul to the devil were also a big one.

Yeah, I think I was seriously disturbed as a child.

But then my little brother came along and now there's not a single ounce of doubt that he's the disturbed one.

Anyway, the reason I needed a place to hide was because of my best friend Skylar. She thought justice would prevail if she got a little revenge on her cheating, lying, asshole of an ex.

Her words, not mine.

She caught him kissing perky Carmen Sancho at a party last Saturday and even after hosing those fuckers, Sky decided that it still wasn't enough.

So, like the good best friend I am, I agreed to be her lookout as she spray-painted a small sausage like penis onto Dean Cavanaugh's locker. Prior to that, we pried that shit open and filled his locker with three bags of dog poop. A courtesy of Mrs. Mulberry's German shepherd.

I even helped Skylar put itching powder into his football uniform and held the marker top as she wrote some not so nice words on his locker.

If that didn't scream dedication to the cause, then I didn't know what would.

By the time Sky finished her little artwork, I heard keys jingling down the hall.

"Grab the stuff and run!" I hissed at her and then we were both hauling ass out of there. Sky went left, and I went right, which was admittedly stupid because you're never supposed to split up.

That's how you get killed in the movies.

But yeah, that's how I got here, stuck in the middle of a couple's dispute.

I gently pressed my ear against the door and listened.

"We had an agreement Axel."

Axel? Axel Taverns? What the hell was he doing here?

"Yeah and you were the one who fucked that up! So, before you go around passing judgment maybe you should think about your own actions."

I'm a little shocked at his tone. I've never heard Axel Taverns sound so pissed. He was the rich boy joker here at Norwood. If the guy wasn't laughing and pranking the shit out of anyone within his radius, he's usually curled up in the lounge with his-