Bets, Beds & Treads ۶ৎ

𝒙𝒙𝒙𝒊𝒊𝒊.

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It's announced that it starts next week.

But fortunate for me, it also happens to be the end of the month so I am not that worried...

Right on cue, a depressing handful of gifts and crumpled letters tumbles out of my locker the second I open it. I keep forgetting to lock it since I don't use it much. I have to somehow throw some of them away because they were hogging all the space.

Again, I hate homecoming. It's exhausting, overrated, and the same recycled crap every year. The only part remotely worth showing up for is the dance and even that’s more about showing off the fit than anything else.

Junior year’s Homecoming was way more fun for me. I had free will and did anything I wanted without caring. I even rolled up on Pajama Day in a Barbie Charm School uniform just because I could and people lost their minds. In a good way, of course. I was an icon.

I mean I still am — just... can’t pull stunts like that anymore.

Unlike me though, the hallway is in bedlams from excitement. Cheerleaders are sweating glitters while taping up banners. People are nervously asking each other out. The marching band outside sounds like they're preparing for war. I am sure football teams hasn't slept in days since their scholarships depend on it. And some girls are going full throttle for that Homecoming crown.

Sigh.

No matter what they do, I’m still winning. Do I care about that plastic tiara? Fuck no. I used to, but it's grown out of me now. But who would I be if not flawless? Besides, it's my final year, I am taking it all.

Yes, I am aware. I am fully aware that I am not the inspirational poster girl that the title’s supposed to go to. Never have been. If you actually sit and dissect everything I do, you'll realise I do kinda suck...

In more ways that one such as I am a party monster, I drink, I smoke, I judge people, I crash in their lives, hurt them...  and what not. You name it.

What I am tryna say is you don’t need to be pure and polished to be on top. Look at me. You only need grades and some charm. That's the cheat code. Unfair but true. Teachers back off. Admin looks the other way. As long as it doesn’t inconvenience them, your sins are invisible. The system wasn’t built to care about your morals, it cares about stats...

You could be the kindest, cleanest person in this school but screw up your grades. Boom. You’re lazy, a disappointment and all the worst labels. That's why school sucks... for some and and why I can’t afford to mess up my grades. And why I’ve been grinding hard these past few days to patch up that little slip I previously had...

I turn to walk away but instantly double over as a sharp cramp slices through me. A choked cough escapes and I feel that all-too-familiar betrayal gush downward. It's that time of the month, and birth control had me forget how brutal periods actually are.

I wasn’t even supposed to get it yet, which is exactly why I’d been careless with my pills. But of course, my uterus decided to show up early. To top it all off, I've a cold. Yes, courtesy of my brilliant decision to mess around in water. As you can see, I’m thriving.

Speaking of thriving things, I haven't been in contact with Reign. I waited like a dumbass expecting he’d at least mention coming over. But nope. Not even a text. I spent the whole night spiraling, trying to figure out if he’s actually clueless or just full of himself. Either way, I'm pissed.