Not All Bad

Not All Bad: Chapter Four

Chapter Four

 During the night I tossed and turned like it was a full time job. When I finally got to sleep after counting up to three thousand, one hundred and fifty three, my phone alarm woke me up and it was time for me to get my ass up and get everyone ready for school.

            I rolled out of bed, my head pounding and my body begging me to crawl back into bed and just sleep until the world ended in 2012. I did the normal morning routine: took a shower, blow dried my hair, put on white cut offs, a long sleeve red shirt, and black gladiator sandals. I felt like complete, utter shit, but at least I looked good. Once I was done, I went to Rob’s room. I pushed open his graffitied door and looked inside his World War II zone room. Of course, the roach sucking bastard wasn’t there. I slammed his door close, fuming. He was probably with his slut of a girlfriend. I didn’t even want to think of the stupid, illegal, and dumbass things they were doing. I tugged my phone from its charger and sent him a text message, telling him that if he didn’t show up at school on time and stay the whole day, I was going to put five inch heels on and shove my foot so far up his ass he’ll feel the spike heel stab the back of his throat. I waited a few minutes for him to respond and when he didn’t, I resumed the morning routine. I got Ginny ready, fed, and was out the door ten minutes earlier than if I had to take Rob also. Ginny asked a couple times where he was, but I lied and said that he was already in school because he had to make up a test.

    I was going to hell for lying so much.

School went quick. Hunter wasn’t in school for some reason, so it was actually kind of boring. When lunch came around, Sasha and I walked in together and went straight to our table in the middle of the cafeteria. I slid into my seat next to Sasha and our other friend, Rena, who was what everyone would call the “Queen Bee”. She was just like all the books and movie portray: a complete bitch with some serious identity and people skill issues. I was only friends with her because she was really popular and had a lot of really good connections with other popular kids from other schools and always knew where the good parties were at. Plus, it was good for my rep. I was so shallow.

            At the moment, she was talking with this other girl in our “group”, Natalie, who was known as the school slut. She screwed anything that showed a slight interest in her and claimed that the first time she’d had sex was in seventh grade and she’d been raped by her older brother’s best friend. Yeah, right. She’d begged him to do it. Everyone knew it too. She was a complete joke, but yet again, I was still friends with the bimbo ‘cause I was an idiot.

            They were talking about this huge rager on Friday night at this guy from another school’s house. I really didn’t want to go. I hated ragers unless I was drunk out of my mind because then they were just the most fun things in the world. “Whose house is it at?” Asked Sasha, butting into the conversation with her usual nosiness.

            Natalie turned to her. “Matt O’Leary. He goes to Jackson and dates that slut that was caught f*cking Larry Mott under the bleachers last year. His house is huge. His parents are like governors or something. They’re f*cking filthy rich. It’s sick, but makes for an awesome party.”

            “Ugh, I hate that girl, Jenny Kingston. Remember when she harassed me on Facebook when I was dating Tyler?” I said, groaning. The girl had always had a huge crush on my ex-boyfriend that I dated for all last year and until January this year. She hated me for being with him and she still did for some reason even though Tyler and I were long over after he cheated on me. She could have the lying rat. I really didn’t care, so I was baffled she still hated me, plus she already had a rich, hot boyfriend. Some people are just so freaking weird, it’s sickening.