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Chapter Thirty-Three: I Currently Have The Self Worth Of An Amoeba

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Chapter Thirty-Three: I Currently Have The Self Worth Of An Amoeba 

"So is it true you tried to kill yourself because Cole broke up with you?"

I stare at the door of my locker, observing the rusted metal and the paint that never stops chipping. It looks strong, sturdy even if it's aged. If I were to bash my head in repeatedly, it would cause some sort of damage right? I might even talk the school nurse into giving me a, 'She's crazy, never let her enter the building again,' pass. But then again if I calculated how many times in my life the 'what ifs' actually came true, the math could probably be done on a single hand.

Oblivious to my suicidal thoughts Stacie, an ex Nicole minion continues her probing. Inwardly, I curse myself for not ditching the bandage when I could. If it's not bad enough that I currently have the self worth of an amoeba, of course to these people it would look like I slashed my wrists courtesy a broken heart. Apparently our break up has created quiet the hype and caused conspiracy theories to spin out of control.

The first one I squashed was that I was pregnant. To someone who'd always been fat, being told that you looked like you could possibly be carrying another human being inside you when you're not is like a blow to the head-with a fifty pound sledgehammer.

I turn to face the tiny blonde who's still wearing her cheerleading uniform even though there are no games left to cheer for or any tournaments to practice for. She's the kind of person who perhaps lets this uniform define her, without it she'd be lost. The cheerleader, that's what she'll always be.

Opening my mouth to give an explanation I've already given more times than I can count today, I'm stopped before I manage to get the words out.

"Shouldn't you be more worried about your boyfriend nailing Melissa in the girl's bathroom Stacie?"

You'd think it would be Beth, being this brutally defensive for me but I'm blown away when I see Nicole towering over a flushing Stacie.

Huh. People never cease to amaze you do they?

Stacie struggles to find words, sputtering and choking on half formed responses. Finally when she thinks she's got something good enough to throw in Nicole's face, a malicious grin spreads across her face. It turns her otherwise good girl, angelic features vixen like.

"What is this? The 'dumped by the Stone brother solidarity club?' Isn't that sweet," She sneers gesturing between the two of us, "Two ex bff's brought together because their boyfriends didn't think they were good enough. How darn sweet."

Whereas I'm horribly embarrassed and want to be anywhere but here, Nicole is eerily calm and composed. Instead she gives Stacie a look that'd have the strongest of men cowering in their boots. I would know. I've been subjected to the look more times than I can count.

"Well at least we had the pleasure of enjoying their fine, fine bodies for however long it lasted. Last I heard neither would touch you with a ten foot pole. What exactly was it that you got tested for at the health clinic last month?"

Ouch.

I'm so glad I'm not Stacie. Poor girl, she looks like she would be relieved if Armageddon arrived right here, right now. Oh well, she had it coming. I'm pretty sure she's one of the strongest proponents of the 'Tessa tried to off herself' brigade.

"You're such a bitch! I'm glad Jay broke up with your sorry ass." Stacie's face is turning a rather garish shade of purple at an alarmingly fast rate. I'm afraid she might have a stroke, Nicole needs to back off but the poor girl is giving her one too many excuses. She's going to get pulverized. That sorry excuse of a retaliation is just more ammunition for someone with the skills of Nicole.