Comfortably Numb ↠ An Original Story

10- Speak

            It’s been a day since I was at Peyton’s house and today is Monday. Back to the jail called school. How wonderful. For some reason Peyton didn’t pick me up this morning and didn’t send me a text like he does every morning. I didn’t think much of it but since I waited to long for him to come I missed the bus so I ended up walking to school. I hoped to avoid anyone from school, well except Peyton. I decided to text him.

Me: Hey why didn’t you pick me up this morning?

No response. He usually replies almost instantly… Maybe his phone died or something. I shrugged it off and kept walking to the school.

            Right when I walked into the parking lot of the school I felt everyone’s eyes on me. The boys smirked and the girls whispered to themselves. I made out words like ‘whore’ and ‘slut’. I kept my eyes on my black high top converse and nervously played with my Pierce the Veil bracelet.

I saw Peyton at his locker and ran up to him. “Peyton! Hey, why didn’t you pick me up this morning? I had to walk you little butt.” I said jokingly.

He looked at me with pure hatred, and a bit of hurt. He showed me a photo on his phone that Kacie and others sent to him. It was a photo collage of me sleeping with a bunch of boys. My eyes widened and I looked at Peyton’s eyes, searching for at least a hint of sympathy.

None was there.

“Peyton…” I said softly, heartbroken. “You don’t believe that do you? I love you. I would never sleep with any other boy. It’s all fake and photoshopped. Please, Pey-”

“I don’t know what to believe Alex.” He snapped, glaring at me. “I’ve been lied to so many times! I don’t know what to think is true and what is false…” His voice became softer and more confused by the end.

My eyes shot daggers his way. “You think I’ve never been lied too? What about when my mother said she loved me and then left the next day?! Or when my dad told me he would never hurt his little girl than tried to murder me! I’ve been lied to so many times, Peyton. Don’t you dare say that when I’ve been lied to probably way more times than you Peyton, don’t you ever say I’ve never been lied to.” I narrowed my eyes at him and whirled around, glaring at the students that have gathered around us.

“Move.” I hissed at the crowd. They fearfully obliged and I walked through the passage they made for me. I felt like Moses walking through the red sea. I saw Kacie standing cross-armed at the end of the . A victorious smirk played on her face. “I said move.” I spat.

She looked shocked by the way I was standing up to her. But she regained her playful smirk. “No.” She replied coolly. Her smirk implied she was having fun with this, but the loathe of me in her chocolate brown eyes were telling a different story. Her eyes weren’t the pretty kind of chocolate brown like Alex Gaskarth’s or Austin Carlile’s, they were ugly from the amount of hate that swam in their depths.

“Get the fuck out of my way.” I warned, glowering into those dark depths of hers. She stayed put. I pushed her out of my way roughly and she tripped over her own 6 inch heels. She landed on her barely covered butt and hiked her short-shorts up higher. What a whore. I stepped over her twisted long legs and stormed out of the schools entrance.

I was holding back tears since the moment Peyton snapped at me, but I refused to let Kacie win. It was obvious she made the photoshop, but she’ll probably squirm her way out of getting suspended or expelled or whatever at school. Her parents will be manipulated by her and just think that it was all my fault.

Now the tears started rolling down my cheeks. I already missed Peyton, even though he’s the one who broke up with me. We’re broken up right? And obviously he did it if we are.