Lunch time I sat in my normal window seat and did homework. I needed to finish it all before they picked me up. After school I messed around in my locker. I knew I was lucky today. No one even touched me. But I did hear a few normal whispers and sniggers behind my back. The powerfuffgirls came strutting towards me.
"To think that Archer Dante or even poor Beck would care about you! Ha! Yeah right."
"Camilla. Calm yourself." The one in the back told her.
"Can I leave or-"
"no! Ari already is with Archer so you can back off. And Jessica is totally hooking up with Dante and Becketts toooootaly with me. So don't go near them. Or else. "
"or else what? You can't do shit." I know I should be denying how I don't want to get with any of them. But... this plan sounded better.
"Oh yeah but I can do this!" The blond, Camilla said, raising her hands by her head about a centimeter alert then she clapped them. I watched her and laughed.
"Yeah.... so.. so...can I!" I said between laughs, mocking her movement.
"I present to you.." Ari, the red head started.
" the rest of the football team." Jessica finished. I hated that finish sentence thing they always did.
"The rest?" I question, still not processing what she said fully.
"Yeah you know, every one but our three boys. Cause our boys are nice.. and gentle... oh and even out of the bed." Jessica teased in a dreamy voice.
I shuddered until I remembered a (almost) whole football team was about to chase and if I let them, beat me up.
I heard them still whispering about my bad fashion sense and my poor attitude. I slammed my locker and was out of there.
My legs on auto run. I don't know if I'm faster then them but I am fast from last experience. So that's what I did I pumped my legs until i swore i was flying.
Every time my foot hit the asphalt I pushed forward running home.
My legs hurt but i didnt care. I hope just hope they are here right now. My phone was on silent but I could hear it is buzzing apart from my heavy breathing. Probably the boys.
I heard profanities from behind me when I reached the corner of my street.
God my side was hurting and was about to cramp up.
But I kept running. I've been through worse is what I told myself.
I ran to the new fancy car in front of my house with a Beckett leaning on it tiredly. I'd into the back seat crashing into Archer.
Dante was laughing in the front. "Thats why just called shotgun!" He laughed.
I was panting and my heart was beating. My feet began to ache. And my side hurt like it took a hard blow.
"Hey you okay there?" Archer asked, seeming I little more interested then normal. Beckett opened the drivers door, climbed in and closed it, starting his car.
"Umhm I was er finishing my studies in the library and was running late. So i... ran." I said in the middle of breaths.
Thank god that's over.
"She has more of a life than us." Archer pouted.
"Hey!" I smacked him, playfully.
"Hey you can spank me all you want. Just save some for later." He smirked. While in the front Dante was chanting,
"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!"
"In. Your. Dreams." I said smacking his chest/shoulder.
"Hey! Guys guys. No hitting or fighting in Brandy!" Beckett mused.
"Wow I didn't know you could talk. Let alone name a car." I crossed my arms over my chest after buckling my seatbelt.
"Ha. Ha. Very. Funny." He said. Then it was quiet.
"WOAH! WAIT! STOP!" Dante yelled. Beckett hit the brakes us all crash forward. I groaned. More pain. Ugh. We weren't going too fast so it wasn't bad.
But when I looked into front of us I saw nothing. The car wasn't moving and nothing was very different besides houses.
"What the hell? You better have a good ass excuse for making me faceplant!" I yelled. But no one was listening because everyone else laughing but me. I cross my arms.
"Inside joke." Was all Dante had to say.
Shrugging I payed my attention to my phone that was buzzing. I pressed it to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey beautiful." I inwardly groaned but lowered my voice to a whisper.
"What do you want?"
"You know what I want."
"Shes not here."
"But you do know where she is. She is your best friend."
"I don't even know what we are any more." I rolled my eyes, "you know thats because of you. You did this."
"Technically no. But your telling us." My ex said reffering to his gang, bloodshot. This is when I heard the laughing go down and confused stares shot my way.
"I-I have to go." I said, hanging up.
I never wanted to hear from that ass again. I straighten myself out as I remind myself, I'm not alone. My eyes widen as I look at my friends that have questionable looks etched on their faces.
I bite my lip. My fingers automatically twitch.
Think of something.
I can't say old friends.
I can't say brother.
I feel the tension growing, drowning me, like if I don't speek now they will all scream in my faces and I'll spill everything.
So I quickly come up with an explanation. "Er... my dad." I sputter.
Great. You really did it this time.
I mentally eye roll. "Okay.." Dante says, dragging the o.
I tut. "Shut up." I counter. At least the tight air is gone.
For now.
