Me With Him

Chapter one

I stood by my locker on the phone with my idiot boyfriend. He was being clingy again. He always yelled at me when he had a bad day and had these ridiculous requirements in order for me to re-enter his good graces. This time he wanted me to sing him a song to help calm him down. Normally I might, who am I kidding? I would never but I might pretend I would, but I was at school and I am already bullied enough as it is without being known as that girl who sings on the phone.
''No! Plain and simple." I yelled into the phone.
'' But C.J.'' Aron pleaded. I could practically feel his eyes get bigger. Imagining those big green eyes almost killed me inside, but it didn't help me forget how childish he was being, especially with him going into sophomore year. I mean I'm starting freshman year and I know how ridiculous this is.
'' I will not do it and you can't make me! besides I'm at school.'' I cut him off trying to prove my point. Trying to be strong
''Just once." He insisted
'' I refuse to sing here besides its a ridiculous request. We aren't in kindergarten.'' I yelled, angry now.
''Please C.J. it's just a song." We were back to the pathetic begging.
''No'' I finalized.
''You're just selfish and insecure. I'm sick of it." He lashed out at me.
''Don't you ever call me that!" I tried to whisper- yell because of the kids walking down the hall so I didn't draw too much attention to my self.

I'd already gotten some weird stares from the people walking through the halls. Rumorville here I come.
''Well if you're gonna be like this all the time then we're done. I can't be with you when you're going to be hysterical and self centered." He blew up again. I swear we break up so many times and always get back together. I need to learn how to shake that boy. Sad and pathetic as it was I knew eventually I would forgive him for this. I would go crawling back to him because I knew I couldn't get any better than perfect. And to me he was perfect.
He hung up and I rolled my eyes and grabbed my books from my locker before slamming it shut. I could really use a friend right now but my best friend Brenna was in England visiting her dad. Her dad was a famous artist. Very inspirational. I couldn't go to my brother Cason. As much as I loved him, he was Aron's friend and warned me our relationship wouldn't last when we started the cycle for the first time two years ago. I was 13 then. Cason was in Aron's class. They were baseball and football buddies. I headed to class. After a horrid hour lecture on proper classroom behavior I was more than ready for lunch. I walked into the lunch room taking everything in. My first time in a High school cafeteria. I could already see the cliques forming. The athletes, the bookworms, the high kids, the whores, the rich kids, the overly nice kids, the overly mean kids, the school spirit kids, the gamers, the odds and ends, and there was one empty table, sadly next to the athletes. I put my bag there. That would be where the artsy kids sat I guess. Bren and I were known artists. We were also known as the only girls in the freshman class trained in martial arts, kickboxing, boxing, and weapon handling. We took classes when we started middle school. That was back when everyone wanted to be our friends, before Carter Anota ruined everything for me. I shuddered at the thought. I went and got my food, took two steps, and got it knocked down my front. Great first day. I turned to see who bumped into me and it was none other than Carter himself.
"Oh looks like lockergirl wanted to wear her food today." He laughed. I scoffed.
"Maybe you want to wear my food." I said grabbing my Alfredo off my shirt and lobbing it at him. He threw mayonnaise in my hair. I opened my water and dumped it on him. He dumped his milk on my head. The lunch aids had finally made their way over and confiscated both of our lunches and took us both to the office.
"Look what you got us into." He huffed.
"Me? This is totally on you." I elbowed him. The principle eyed us.
"Ms. Hardelle, Mr. Anota. I never imagined the two of you would be in here together."
"Uh no. Me? With him? Please, never gonna happen." I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Carter gasped and looked offended.
"Oh come on baby, you can't be that mad at me." I turned away from Carter.

I knew what he was doing and it seemed to be working.
"I didn't take this job to be a teen couples therapist. Go home and get changed, both of you." The principle pointed towards the exit and we hastily left.
Carter laughed once we were on the side of the road.
"Quick thinking on your part." I gave him props.
"Nice job catching on and not getting us caught." He said back. I pulled out my phone and called my brother Harrold, hoping he would be less mad at me than I thought. Carter followed my example and phoned his mother. By the time I was off the phone I was pretty sure I was grounded for life and Carter looked sick when he hung up.
"You alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, but do you think I could catch a ride? My mom tore into me for bugging her at work and I'm pretty sure I'm grounded until I'm 30." He laughed nervously.
"Yeah, you live right down the road I'm sure my brother won't mind. Don't feel too bad either because I know I'm grounded and on laundry duty for a week." I smiled reassuringly. My brother pulled up and we have Carter a ride, but Harrold didn't speak to me the entire way home. I went straight to my room to await further word, and hope Cason could help me out of this one. Harrold, Cason and I were the only ones still living at home. In a two bedroom house. Harrold and Cason shared the bigger room and I had my own, smaller room down the hall, but I hoped Cason would come in here to check on me before hiding down the hall so I could convince him to help me out. For now however, I would have to wait.