Who's That Bad Boy?

chapter | four

chapter | four

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Camille Fields

Previous Monday had passed swiftly and it was already Tuesday. Luckily Justin didn't pay as much attention to me, as he used to.

On Monday he'd sometimes peek over to wherever I was, but his gaze was always soonly diverted from me.

That must've been, because he saw through my disguise and realized I'm unattractive. Well... I mean, there wasn't much to see in a girl with loose jeans and white hoodies all the time. Oh and not to forget adidas shoes that looked like they've just been through World War.

On monday I returned to my old self and not the chick everyone saw on friday.

Faye and Alya luckily hadn't been acting as weird as they had before. In fact, we hung out after school on monday, and it was probably the best time we had ever had. We went to a lake and ate ice cream. I had hysteric laughing attacks, because of the hilarious gossiping that had occured.

It was Tuesday and I was eating breakfast next to the exhausted face of my sister.

Her eyes were fixed on her red-painted nails. On sunday night, after Faye left my house Jordan came over to see Cassie.

Cassie had a wide smile spread on her face for the entire evening, but on monday, in the morning, her face wore the down-hearted and depressing expression as it wore a lot, in mornings.

Today the exact same issue came about.

''Cassie, will you just tell me what's going on with Jordan, please? You're acting weird. Stop acting weird. Unless you wanna be a weirdo,'' I chortled while persistently poking her shoulder.

Her eyes moved to mine. A sighing giggle escaped her lips.

''Come on! Cass?'' I repeated aggravated.

She heaved a heavy sigh and finally gave in. ''Fine. Jordan and I made out, but he hasn't texted me back since sunday night. It's as if that's all he wanted.'' Her giggling face swiftly changed to a gloomy expression.

I distinguished the clenching of her jaw.

If this boy was about to break my sister's heart... Then so be it, actually... I mean, come on. You would've not cared either. She dates different boys each WEEK. Even each DAY, sometimes.

Why would a girl like her not deserve to have a broken heart for once?

''Yeah... Umm... He'll call you... I'm... I'm pretty sure,'' I convinced her, trying to sound persuasive. I didn't want to tell her what I really thought, because that'd just be mean.

Why are you comforting her with a lie?

''Look, he'll eventually call you. I don't really know him, but just know that you kind of have the reputation of a whore,'' I blurted out. Shit. I shouldn't have just said that. What's wrong with me. Shit, shit, shit...

Her eyes revealed disbelief. The outraged and infuriated look on her face stayed permanently. Her eyes were widely torn open and the paleness on her face made everything intensify.

''C-Cassie. I,'' I started, but she broke me off; ''Wow. Finally I know what you think about me. You can take the bus to school or get yourself your own car,'' she snarled, her voice ice.

She stomped up, her arms angrily swinging to the rhythm of her walking. Her shadow soon diminished, when she disappeared in the bathroom.

I rested my head on both my hands, letting out a high-pitched sigh.