"He bought you a gift to excuse his messy ass girlfriend's behavior. Has Zane ever bought you anything?" I shook my head, thinking of my fake boyfriend.
"Are you and Zane even serious?" Questioned Heather and I looked away. I didn't want them questioning because it would make me give up the secret. I hadn't even seen Zane since the weekend when we made the bet.
"Let's go look for Zane." I suggested. We searched the hallways for the fiery brunette. "Have you guys seen Dave?"
"Oh, yeah. He got suspended so his dad has him working at home for him. We could check up on him today, if you'd like." Heather informed us.
"He wasn't really my friend, I just noticed I haven't seen or heard from him in a while."
"Well, I want to go, because I don't think I've seen him." Tisha huffed, which made us laugh. She flipped her braids and smirked.
Unfortunately, we didn't see Zane. So, we just waited until lunch to talk to him. But, right now we had P.E. I don't know why. When we had it on Monday. This schedule was so fucked up and I hated it.
When I got into the locker room everyone was changing into the skimpy uniform. I caught Oliver's eyes and she glared at me. I don't know if she thought she was intimidating me, but this bitch needed to realize she wasn't important to me.
Tisha and I walked to the back, where Heather saved us a spot. To our surprise Zara had went to hang out with Oliver. It was like a punch in the stomach to see them together. Zara looked right at us and smirked.
I was kind of glad I never told her punk ass shit. That means she was lowkey fucking with Oliver the whole time. No wonder she was never with us, only here and there. I shrugged it off because I knew her and Heather were close, not us.
"Heather, if you turn fake on us - I'm bashing your face in." Tisha warned Heather and I laughed.
"I'm not fake. When we all hung out I was with Dave more than anyone else. Dave just is acting out lately."
"So, why did he get expelled?"
"Ms.Rigman claims he was being rude and disgusting in her class." I laughed at the accuracy, because she thinks everyone is rude.
We chatted and continued getting ready until coach came in and told us to run some laps. I hated running laps because it was so much work. I always was left being breathless after I was done. It didn't make any better that my lungs would be hurting either.
I laid down on the track, silently crying. I hated Physical Education. They needed to call it Public Embarrassment instead of what they did call it. I frowned at the inaccuracy and continued to pant, trying to breath properly.
"Hey." Beck sounded from aside me. I looked up and tried to muster up a smile. He chuckled, before holding his hand out to help me up. I gladly took his hand and he helped me stand to my feet. "You're light."
"Thanks?"
"How are you and Zane?"
I nervous looked elsewhere, biting my bottom lip. "We're good," I stuttered. "Have you seen him for the morning? He hasn't answered my calls." That was actually true because I had called him earlier a few times and he didn't answer.
"He's probably with Miss Rigman, you know how cranky she is." He joked and I laughed. I believe that woman was a sour old bat. She was so delusional and obsessed.
"Last night was fun." I changed the subject. "Thanks, again. It was really sweet of you and I do appreciate it."
He waved it off as if it was nothing, once again. "Don't worry, I don't mind granting your every wish. Besides, it gives me a better reason to come over to your house now." He laughed and I laughed along with him.
"Beck, hit the showers!" Coach called out. Beck waved me goodbye before jogging off to the boys locker room. I sighed and headed to the girls locker room.
After I changed and headed to my other antagonizing periods, it was finally time for school to end. The whole day Oliver had been giving me the stink looks, trying to scare me. It didn't really work, because she was like a twig and I was much bigger than her. I could snap her if I wanted to.
When I was heading to my car with Tisha and Heather, she stopped in front of me. Zara on her side like a lost puppy or a leech, either one.
"Hey, Shaniqua." She sneered.
"Hey, Becky." She gasped, clearly taking offense to what I said. I don't understand why, since she stereotyped me first.
"How dare you? I should get you suspended." I laughed, pushing her aside to get to my car.
"You better walk away, if you know what's good for you Becky." Tisha spat at her. She grabbed a tissue out of her bag and began to dab her face. Zara and Heather stared at each other, before the traitor spoke up.
"Are you going to the dark side? Literally."
"That is so racist of you to say. But, you know what they say.. the darker the Berry, the sweeter the juice." She commented, hopping into the car.
"Who the fuck says that?"
I was lowkey thinking the same thing in my head, but I chose not to say anything and just commenced the car. As the engine came to life, I reversed out of the parking lot. Since Tisha never saw Dave we were heading to his house so she can meet him.
"How crazy was that?" Heather snickered and I nodded in agreement. "Anyway, what is the directions to Dave's house?" I asked and she began to spur out directions left and right.
I kept up with her and eventually we arrived to his house. Latisha was the first to get out the car. She ran up the stairs and knocked on the door. We followed her steps and waited for Dave to open the door.
The door swung open, revealing a sleep deprived Dave. "Took you long enough." I hissed, unfolding my arms.
"Oh my gosh." Both Dave and Tisha shrieked at the same time.
"What?" Heather and I chorused, looking between the pair. There was something fishy going on around here and I don't think it was Oliver's vagina, because she wasn't here.
HEY, GUYS. I'M SORRY FOR NOT POSTING. I just lost interest in the book and forgot about it. Then exams started and grades were slipping. I had to slay and get back on top and I am, so that means I am back. Chapter 13 coming soon xox
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