Song for this chapter: Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar
"Hey fag who are you texting?"
"Hello Lexi, none of your damn business." I replied holding my phone at an angle so she couldn't see who I was texting.
"Hey don't get all snappy at me you little bitch, I haven't done anything to you."
"Really? Is that what you think? Well newsflash Lexi, you just called me a fag and a bitch in just the...two minutes we've been talking, is that not doing anything to me?"
"Look retard, I'll tell you what I have and haven't done."
"There you go again, being the biggest snobbist snob you can be." Before I can finish, she rips the phone from my hands and slams it to the ground. When I go to pick it up she kicks me down the stairs to the locker room. She then picks my phone up and throws it down against the locker room door. Then she runs off as the bell rings. I slowly stood up and brushed my clothes off. I picked up my phone and brushed the dirt off it. It was cracked in three different places but they were small ones and it isn't so bad at all. I picked up my bag which had fallen off when I got pushed down the stairs and headed to band.
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