Secrets And Lies

Chapter 7: From Conquest To Enemy

Axel

What the hell was she thinking? After shaking off Bre, I went to to the locker room to change my clothes. Ryan Fitzpatrick was going to get hers. Fuck fucking her; I no longer wanted that. She was a raging bitch, and I was going to make her life a living hell. She will beg to go back to Ireland.

"Dude..." Foster started, trying not to laugh at my humiliation.

"Don't start..." I warned, putting my gym shirt on.

"Lighten up, Ax. It was pretty funny..." He goaded.

"I'd like to see how funny you'd think it was if you were the one standing here drenched." I narrowed my eyes at my so-called friend.

"You know me; I would laugh it off, bro."

"Oh, I will be laughing. I will be laughing when I show Ryan Fitzpatrick that I'm not someone you want to piss off," I smirked.

"What are you scheming? Don't do anything stupid, man. You would have Sam and Quade to deal with. Maybe even her father. Just promise me that whatever you do, you'll go easy on her."

"Are you trying to get with her?" I felt a twinge, a foreign feeling deep in my gut. I shook my head, dismissing it.

"It's not like that. I mean, yeah, Ryan's nice and funny and all. I like her, but not like that. I think I'm going to ask Taylor out. "

"How the fuck is she nice? Are we even talking about the same girl here?" I wasn't even going to acknowledge what he said about Taylor.

"She's been nothing but nice to everyone, well, aside from you and Bre." He shrugged.

"Whose friend are you?" I asked, making my way to the gym door.

"I'll always have your back, man..." He assured. "Unless you do something stupid, then you're on your own." Foster chuckled like the last part was a joke. But for the first time in our ten-year friendship, I felt that he really wouldn't have my back if I took things too far.

After walking into the gym, I scanned the room for the girl that would soon regret stepping foot back in Wood Port. "Where is the little leprechaun?" I asked, still searching. It came as a surprise, to even me, that I gave her a nickname that didn't include a curse word. "Thought you said she had class with us."

"She does, but I don't know where..." Foster paused to check out the cheerleaders by the doors to the field. He had a one-track mind when it came to those short skirts. Been there, done that. I mused as I saw Bre open one of the double doors.

My eyes trailed to a certain redhead laughing with Taylor. Damn, she looked good in that skirt. Fuck, I was turning into Foster. 'Focus, Axel,' I played those words over in my head. I grinned when I realized that if she was cheering now, this was going to be easier than I thought. I would have more than enough opportunities to make her life miserable.

"I guess they are skipping class to get ready for tonight," Foster concluded, grabbing a basketball.

I wasn't in the mood for physical education. "Wanna ditch?" I asked, heading for the door before Coach Grant could bust me.

"Naw man, unlike you, my parents aren't loaded and can't 'donate' funds to get me out of trouble. I'm already in a mess of it from the food fight yesterday." Foster declined.

This is where I'm lucky. Foster was born into a strict Catholic family. I was born to parents who had used their financial standing to leave certain things off my permanent record. The worse that could happen if I got caught skipping would be detention and maybe a day or two of restriction. I briefly wondered how long that would last. Since I transfered to Wood Port High, I haven't done much that required my parent's intervention. I got good grades, even if I didn't attend every class. On the other hand, when I went to Northern, I got into so much trouble they funded the new library. The guilt I felt didn't sit well in my stomach, so I stuck to the little things, like skipping and running my mouth.