The Other Girl

Chapter 3

Friday had came and I was more than happy for it to be the weekend. But the weekend would not happen until five thirty to be exact. Detention was a bitch.

"This isn't fair coach! Davina was the one who clearly started this! She decided to mess with my buttons! It isn't my fault I developed my father's temper," Laura whined as she threw a glare at me, trying to look scary. The pimple on her forehead was scarier.

"First of all, when trying to 'roast' me on social media use the proper grammar and punctuation. Honestly, it's stupid when you can't even spell right and you are trying to pick a fight," I snapped at her as I made myself comfortable on the floor. Which was basically having my gym clothes behind my head and my legs on Marvin's lap.

"Why don't you quit arguing with my girl, new girl. You're the reason we're all in this mess," One of Cole's friends growled as he stood towering over me. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up Kola. You're just mad because my girl Davina actually made you speechless. She buried you in the ground!" Paco Pedraza hollered as he took a seat in the chair that was to my left.

The whole thing was stupid and was Laura's fault. It all started with Jessie showing me the app that all the students in the school had. ChitChat. Some kid and his friend created it so everyone in the school could communicate with one another in group chats.

Laura being the nicest person I ever met started to talk crap on me. So I made an account and defended myself against all of her friends and ended up being ruler of making them wish They weren't alive. Long story, short we were all caught texting when we weren't supposed to.

"Enough! All of you! I want you all to do something productive besides ruining your lives! Now!" Mr. Jefferson roared making people jump out of their seats and the librarian drop her books.

Everyone gets to work on something as I take out my phone and watch Netflix. Sons of Anarchy deserved my attention more than homework. Always.

"He's going to take your phone away," Marvin whispered as he did the English homework we were assigned. I haven't done it either, but I liked to procrastinate. It was in my blood.

"Jackson Teller is more important than anything right now Marvin. I am on the very last episode of the series. Plus he's cute. I see why Tara loved him," I replied as he shakes his head at me. I take out my churros which were hidden in the bag I carried and begin to feed myself while my other hand held my phone up.

"Danm girl, you got the hookup," Paco whistled as he took a churro from my bag and ate it, making sure his mouth was hidden with a book.

Twenty minutes into my show and half of the churros gone I felt a presence looming over me. I pause my show and look up to see Mr. Jefferson.

"Netflix isn't productive Davina," He sighed as he shook his head at me.

"It can be productive. I can learn many things about whales in captivity from Blackfish. Cartel Land shows me the violence in Mexico and what some people are doing to right it. Food Inc. shows me-"

"Jax commits suicide at the end of this episode," Mr. Jefferson simply said as he plucked the phone from my hands and pocketed it.

I felt my heart shatter. I was going to have a heart attack. This was the end. The blood drained from my face and time stopped. Seven seasons worth of a show only to have it spoiled.

"How could you?!" I shouted as I got up and stared as he walked away from me.

"Do something productive Devereaux. Doing your makeup doesn't count. Why don't you work on that poster thing you have for Knight?" He responded with as I took deep breaths and closed my eyes. Jackson Teller does not die. Jackson Teller does not die. Jackson Teller does not commit suicide.