Bad For Me

Chapter 25

“Are you even going to talk to me?” Jason asked as he pulled into the parking lot. My car was in the shop so on his way to work he had to drop me off at school. I shot him a bored expression and he sighed. “You’re killing me.”

“Good.” I said simply, grabbing my bag and getting out of the car.

“Aw come on!” He shouted, rolling his window down.

I looked back and saw him giving me a confused expression. I rolled my eyes and made my way into the school, trying to avoid everyone.

“As your best friend, I think it’s my duty to let you know you look like complete shit.” I heard Hayley say that.

I sighed and ran a hand over my hair to push back any loose wisps. I had my hair tied up in a high ponytail, a pair of jeans on, a long, thick cardigan, and a pair of sneakers. I looked at her and saw her in a sweater dress, a cropped leather jacket, and ankle boots. “Sorry we can’t all look like princesses at eight in the morning.” I snapped before storming off towards my locker.

“Whoa, what’s the problem?”

“The problem?” I asked incredulously. “The problem is that we haven’t talked in a good few days and instead of asking me how I am you tell me I look like shit? Great pep talk.” I bit sarcastically.

She opened her mouth to say something but shut it again before signing. “Look, I’m sorry. I know that I’ve been a shitty friend lately but that’s because I don’t know what to do! Come on Kels, this is our year! Our senior year! We said we were going to do everything and anything together and wouldn’t let anyone screw us over! What happened to that?”

“My mom died.” I said flatly. “What the hell do you think?”

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I get that, but I want you to focus on the positive.”

“Easier said than done.” I said, walking away.

“Hey!” She said, grabbing my arm as I turned away. “Are you seriously walking away from me? Come on Kels, we’re best friends.”

“Then start acting like it!” I said before tugging my wrist away and making my way to English.

I got to the classroom the second the bell rang and made my way to my seat in the back before the teacher began talking. I saw Hayley walk in and lock eyes with me. She quickly apologized to the teacher and made her way to the empty seat behind me.

“Kelsey, you gotta talk to me!”

“I’m good.” I hissed, putting my head on my arms and trying to fall asleep as Ms. Hamilton started talking about Shakespeare.

“Kelsey!” Hayley shouted, tapping my shoulder.

I ignored her and tried to get comfortable again before feeling another jab to my shoulder. Then another one, and another, and another, and another. Oh! And then things changed, I got paper balls thrown this time.

I slammed my hand on my desk and whirled around. “Touch me with your finger or another piece of paper again and I will personally throw out every single designer bag you own.”

She gasped and clutched her purse. “You wouldn’t.”

I raised a brow. “Really, you don’t think I’d throw that stupid Versace purse out the fucking window?”

“That’s a crime!”

“So is fucking jabbing people to death!” I hissed.

“Ms. Miller, Ms. Parker, is there a problem?” Ms. Hamilton asked us.