The Bad Boys Secret [Cameron Dallas fanfic]

Chapter 39 - Fights with Lindsay

"Morning ugly," Matt smiles as I walk out my front door and he chucks me an apple. I look at the apple in disgust, just craving something like pancakes.
"When you say you bought me breakfast, I didn't expect this, this thing," I say disgusted. He laughs,
"It's healthy! Doesn't eating healthy make you feel good?"
"Don't think I've reached that stage yet." He laughs and puts his arm around me once I walk next to him.

We dawdle to school together, both wanting to skip it but no that we can't. Matt isn't one of those people either.

A honk of a car horn is heard and then I see Kylie in her car, crawling beside us.
"Fancy a ride to school both of you?" She says casually. Ever since Kylie and I had that heart to heart talk and sharing emotional stories, we've become closer and she treats me more like a sister than an enemy now. I'm trying not to get too use to it because you never know, one of these days she might just turn.
"Sure, thanks Kai," I say. I call her Kai as a nickname and so does mum and dad, and also Sierra, her very bestest of friends, but nobody else calls her by her nickname.

We drive to school 'singing' one of Justin Bieber's new songs, 'Sorry'. I absolutely love it, and think that the lyrics are relatable, that and 'Love Yourself'.

As we parked at Kylie is about to strut off to her little slut squad, I ask for her advice.
"Kylie? Katie and I aren't talking still, what do I do?" She just moves her head to look at Matt, then looks at me and says,
"Do you really need to ask that question?" That sounds like the sassy and sarcastic Kylie I know. She struts off to her followers and they're all happy that the Queen B has now arrived. I sometimes do envy Kylie, because she has the attention and the popularity.

"Lindsay keeps staring at me, have you noticed?" I say to Matt as we are at the lockers.
"Nope I haven't, I don't really look at her," implying that I do.
"I don't either but it's kind of hard when all you can feel is someone staring right through you." He laughs and rolls his eyes, which is his favourite thing to do.
"Just, don't talk note of it, she's probably jealous. Come on, it's time for class." I shrug it off because I know he's probably right. I don't want to sound big headed but why else would she stare? She has nothing to go against me for. Well there's Cameron but she has no clue about that! Or does she...

I walk down the corridor with Matt by my side and we are deep in a conversation about a project that we said we would do together. Someone barges past me and sends all my books skidding away from my feet on the floor. I turn around to see Lindsay with her two members of her crew, together they make the three musketeers. They look like the girls from mean girls, and they're stood with their arms crossed.
"Problem?" I say trying to keep my calm. Lindsay fake laughs and then nudges the other two to do the same. I roll my eyes and pick up my stuff, Matt helping me. I hear the clip clip of their shoes on the hard floor, as they walk off down the corridor gossiping.

"You shouldn't have said anything to her Al, because she knows now that she's bothering you," Matt says as we walk out of class for lunch.
"Well someone needs to let her know don't they?" I say angrily.
"Alana, I was just saying! Calm down, I'm sorry. 'Is it too late now to say sorry?'" He begins to sing. I push him playfully and he laughs. We stand at our lockers, mine ten doors down from his. We put our books away and get our lunch out.
"Look who it is, the whore!" I hear a voice say behind me. I turn around and see Lindsay. I roll my eyes and shrug her off my shoulders, and turn back to my locker.
"I'm talking to you, turn around!" She says irritated. I'm not one of her little herd of sheep so therefore she cannot push me around like that. I am my own boss, I don't take orders from anyone, especially not someone like her.

I feel someone grab my hair and shout,
"I said turn around! I'm talking to you!" I push her hand off me and turn to her and end up snapping,
"Do you mind!"
"Do you mind keeping your hands off someone who's taken?" She says sarcastically. Oh crap... This isn't going to end well. A crowd starts forming and suddenly I feel like a mouse and Lindsay's an elephant.
"I - I don't know what you're on about," I stutter. She laughs sarcastically.
"I'm not a fool, Alana. You think I wouldn't find out? Well you're wrong! I did and I'm not very happy about it to be honest. I'm not happy at all!" I stand there stuck for words, and I feel my meet sinking into quick mud and I'm actually hoping that it might just drown me.
"Well here's what you get for being a sneaky little bitch!" She says slapping me hard across the face. I hold my hand against my cheek and look at her with anger building up inside of me.
"Well maybe if you weren't such a flirt and gave other boys attention instead of your boyfriend, then maybe he wouldn't find someone else to give him it!" I snap. She looks more shocked than I did when she slapped me.
"Perhaps you shouldn't let boys so quick into your panties because looks like you're a drive through. You're just a hump and dump Alana, and that's all you'll ever be." Instead of slapping her I punch her across the face and she lets out a groan as blood starts to drip from her nose.
"Hurt your feelings did it? Well face the facts bitch, he just wanted sex and you're that one easy little bitch who misread things and actually gave in to his needs! You just opened your legs right for him! You got feelings and he wasn't hooked on at all, and you're left butt hurt. Well guess what hun, I'm his girlfriend, and that's something you'll never be!"
"If he loved you so much then why did he need someone else? Looks like you're the one 'butt hurt' because your man didn't love you enough and get enough attention off you, that he needed someone else. Perhaps, I was the one who wanted to actually spend time with him, instead of going out and begging daddy for money to go shopping and show off about all your expensive clothes to get attention because even you don't get it off your own boyfriend, because he's too busy giving it to me!" She grabs my hair and drags me down to floor, slapping me, punching me weak like a typical girl punch, but it still kind of hurt. I hit her back and then she punches me in the face which hurt. I lay weak and she starts to kick me. My body tensing in pain, just wanting her to stop but I want to fight back, but I'm too weak. Why am I letting her win. I go to get up and I see someone pulling Lindsay off me and shouting at her.

I open my eyes to appear in the nurse's room at school. I groan as I go to sit up, and I feel bruised. I instead roll to my side and see Cameron sat in the chair next to me. He shoots up and sits on the bed next to me. He puts his hand on my cheek and then he looks down at the floor looking guilty and hurt as ever.
"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry."