Okay, I may have flipped my hair in that bitches face. May have. But she was asking for it. She was rubbing elbows with my boyfriend, Jace, and it took me four years to get him to notice me. I couldn't just let this new girl come and cozy on up.
Maybe I'm insecure. Maybe my "perfect" boyfriend has wondering eyes. Its okay. I'll be okay.
The new girl was petite, a little bit of meat on her. She had red hair and deep green eyes and maybe I felt threatened.
She looked at me with shock as my light blonde hair fell onto my back.
"Bitch, who the hell do you think you are?" I said as I pulled Jace towards my body. I guess I was the one who sounded like a bitch but I missed my last two therapy sessions and was feeling uber on edge.
"Bitch, your worst fucking nightmare." The petite girl said, leaning towards me and slightly baring her teeth.
"Sorry hun, but this is my boyfriend." I growled. Like I said, four years of heartbreak to get to him.
"Since when was he your property? He can't talk to anyone else? Its a free country, Barbie." That was when I smacked her.
Barbie. Plastic. I'm a real fucking human. A real live, breathing human. Am I supposed to apologize for my body and the color of my hair? For my nice skin and well applied makeup?
"You bitch." She spat in my face, shoving me back. Lucky for me, right as she made her move, a teacher walked around the corner and gasped.
"Young lady, you're coming with me." The teacher, a lady with stylishly cropped, graying brown hair said to the new girl, gently grabbing onto her arm.
"But-!" She began but didn't get to finish.
"Are you alright, honey?" The teacher asked.
"Yes, I'm fine." I gasped.
Newbie gave me a look that sliced the air between us. Her glare said it all.
I also may have smirked as she was yanked down the hall.
"Babe, that was hot." Jace was looking at me. Not really Me. More like my boobs. I hated it when he did that, but what choice did I have? If I said something he would call me a prude and drop me.
"I know." I flipped my hair back over my shoulder and sauntered down the hall, looking back to give him a wink and make sure he was following. He was, of course, his eyes following my hips.
He jogged a tiny bit to catch up to me, wrapping his arm around my waist as we walked. Everyone tends to clear out of our path due to the fact that we would most likely walk right through them anyways.
I swear I didn't go to high school planning on being the biggest bitch in the district. Every lie I tell and rumor I spread leaves overwhelming guilt and I just feel like a piece of shit. But I guess as long as I'm in control I'll be okay.
"We going back to my house today?" Jace winked at me, his hand wandering a little lower on my waist. If you couldn't tell, "go to his house" is code for him pressuring me into sex... Again.
"I can't today, babe." I fake pouted, secretly relieved I actually had something to do after school. Therapy. But he couldn't know that.
"Oh come on... We'll have some fun."
"I said I can't. My mom needs me to go with her to some stupid work thing." I tried to keep myself composed through the lie.
"It better be important." He whined.
"Ya, ya." I said. Sass was part of the act. I kissed him on the cheek. "Bye, babe." I walked off toward the parking lot, hips still swinging, head still held high. My hands were twitching, dying to pull down my too short shorts that were riding up my butt as I approached my car. 3... 2... 1... The car door slammed and I collapsed against the leather seat of my Mercedes. My rich bitch Mercedes.
The scream that had been building in my lungs for the last ten minutes was threatening to come out, but that would have to wait until I got home to an empty house.
My hands shook as I placed them on either side of the steering wheel and began to pull out of the parking lot. Only three more days until I would be gone from this place. But only until next year of course. Then I'm a senior.
It took me less than twenty minutes to get home, though it could have taken me only ten. I take the back roads home everyday to clear my head. Its... I don't know, therapeutic to watch the world disappear through the panes of glass. Kind of like I'm the center of everything. I know that sounds pretty egotistical, but its nice to think that sometimes I'm the only person.
I sluggishly crawl up the stairs ignoring the grand main entrance, and slam the door to my room, collapsing on the bed. I reached into my bedside table and grabbed three Advil. My head was pounding from the stressful day at school and I needed to be able to think at therapy.
After half an hour of starring at the ceiling, my phone rang. I sat up, looking at the caller ID. It was my Aunt Meg.
"Hey Aunt Meg?" I said, a little nervous. I hadn't talked to her in years, let alone seen her.
"Hey Spence! How are you doing dear?" She chirped.
"I'm okay, whats up?"
"So, I was going to be renting a beach house this summer with my boyfriend but something suddenly happened and now I have a beach house that I don't know what to do with. Do you want to come with me?"
My mouth seemed to drop open as she said that. An escape. This is exactly what I had been looking for. I needed to get away from this fucking town and it didn't matter where to or who with.
"Yes! Oh my god, yes!" I cried. A huge smile had begun to take up my face. To be honest, I can't remember the last time I smiled like that.
"Well I was going to be leaving today but since you have... How many days of school do you have left?"
"Three." I replied.
"Then we can leave then. Make sure you ask your parents."
"Oh please. I can't remember the last time they even talked to me, let alone came home. They won't care." I grimaced, my smile falling a little thinking about my absent parents.
"Well, make sure to tell them anyways." Aunt Meg said, her voice concerned.
"Okay, I will. So where are we going?" I asked.
"We're going to North Carolina. The outer-bank to be exact. Its going to be so great!" She squealed. "The town is so cute and theres a board walk and we'll be only feet from the beach... Ah I can't wait!"
I giggled a little hearing her so excited, but truth be told, I was feeling just as ecstatic about the trip. I needed a break. Bad.
I glanced over at the clock. 3:43.
"Shit." I mumbled, "I'm sorry Aunt Meg, I have to get going."
"Thats fine, I'll text you the rest of the details and I'll pick up in a few days! See you then, love."
"See ya." I hung up and quickly grabbed my purse, running down the stairs to my car. I had to hurry up if I wanted to get to therapy on time, and I really needed to be.
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