Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover

chapter 3

"Can you even believe that Jeremy would do...are you even fucking listening to me?"

I found myself daydreaming about who even knows before I was snapped out of my trance when she yelled.

"You don't like me anyways," I say matter-of-factly, "So why are you telling me this?"

"I don't need you interrogating me slut, you're riding in my car, you're going to fucking listen." She retorts before throwing a quick slap to my face.

"OW! What the hell?" I yell.

"Problem?" She asks with a smirk.

"Yes, problem. You're always hitting me like I'm some sort of punching bag," I say with venom in my voice, "Dad already slapped me hard enough." I say sadly while rubbing my red, irritated cheek.

"Shut up and stop whining. You deserve this, maybe then you'll behave," she says with no sympathy, "I could throw you out of this damn car, would you like that?" She asks rather smugly.

"No, Remi. No I wouldn't." I say with a slight frown.

She shows a slight triumphant smirk, "That's what I thought, now shut up and listen to me."

We finally get to school and I hop out of that hell vehicle faster than anything. I hear her scoff when I did but I don't care.

I start to walk to the double doors of my school when I'm suddenly turned around by someone. I let out a shriek yell type of thing, then I see my sister.

"Remember what dad always says, don't say shit about anything. If you do then you will be so very sorry. Are we clear?" She asks quietly so no one can hear.

I gulp visibly and my face flushes, "Crystal."

"And I won't hesitate to help him beat your ass bloody, get the fuck away from me and go to class, America." She says with spite in her voice.

"Oh, okay. Bye Remi." I say quickly and start to jog off.

"AMERICA!" Remi yells.

I stop abruptly, "Uh, yeah?"

"I love you, okay?"

I smile a little. She's a terrible sister but occasionally she tells me she loves me and I can't help but to smile a little.

"I love you, too." I say before running into the building.

Immediately I am met with a bunch of people whose names I don't know and some who don't look too familiar.

This happens everyday, nothing new. It gets restricting and sometimes I want to punch most of these people, but I have self-control.

I make my way to my locker to grab my Honors English textbook to see the person who always brightens up my day.

"USA!"

"JAY!"

We run to each other and we hug for a while. I love Jaylene with all of my heart, no one could ever replace her.

"How was your weekend USA?" Jay asks while doing a little dance.

"Cool cool, you?" I ask while smiling at my best friend.

"Great!" She exclaims.

"That's good, Jay, that's so good." I wink at her horribly and she laughs like a maniac.

"Bad ass winker girl," she says while wiping her eyes from the laughing tears, "Oh fuck, I gotta get to Algebra, and YOU GOTTA GET TO ENGLISH!"

"I know, I don't wanna!" I whine as she pulls me to my English class.

"Shush now child," she says while putting her finger up to my lips in a hushing motion, "Go be a smart Murica and I will be a smart Jay, yes? Yes."

"Okay Jay," I laugh, "Have fun in Algebra if you can!" I exclaim as she walks away.

"It's Algebra, there is no fun in Algebra dummy!" She yells while she goes to her class.

I sit down in my usual seat and wait for the bell to ring. Then from the corner of my eye I see a guy sit in the empty seat next to me.

I groan internally as he turns towards me.

"Well hello there America Harrison."

The biggest meat head in the school thinks it's all fine and dandy to talk to me. Great.

"What do you want Cameron?" I say with a bored tone.

"You babe." He says with a flirty tone with a wink.

"Too bad, meat head. Not interested, now go away." I say coldly.

"Aw, don't be like that babe," he says pouting,"I don't like it when my babe's upset."

"Few things wrong with that statement. One. I'm not your babe. Two. Don't want me upset? Stop talking to me."

I cross my arms and look at him boringly. He looks at me with a smirk and he begins to speak with that dumb flirty tone.

"I know you want me, America. You don't have to hide it." And with that, he got up and walked to the other side of the classroom to go to sit in his usual seat.

He's actually pretty smart for him to be in Honors English. English is his favorite subject, so is mine. That's like the only thing we can remotely "bond" over.

As I took out my textbook and notebook the bell rang and class begun.