The Story Of Us

The Story Of Us. | Chapter Eight

I was out of the hospital with a cast on my leg and a prescription for some kind of medication to add to the others. Just kidding, not really. Only a little.

"How the hell do you even pronounce this?" I asked, squinting my eyes as I read the prescription over.

"Uh... Hydrocodone. You could get high off that shit." She mutters. I frowned and looked at her.

"Shut the hell up, you out of all people will never get high. " I laughed, she rolled her eyes and nudged my crutch, making me trip and almost fall.

"Oh yeah, that's right. Let's crack my other ankle, yeah?" I asked sarcastically excited.

"Let's go to school, so I can rub my cracked ankle in the mother fuckers face." I smirked, flopping down into the car and throwing my crutches in the back.

"You do know you're still in your boy shorts and a tanktop, right? And your ass is very heavily plumping out." She said, pinching my thigh.

"Show him what he missed out on." I said, shaking my hips.

"Please. You never even gave him a chance." She laughed. "You do have a nice ass though, and boobs, least you're not flatty Vicky."

"Vicky?"

"Victoria. Obviously." She muttered, backing out of the parking spot and heading towards the school.

"Do you wear a bra to bed? I feel like I'm the only one that does that..." I muttered, looking down at my very evident cleavage. I like wearing pretty undergarments to bed, then when I wake up I put ugly ones on.

"Nah, I do that from time to time. But I like to take mine off because I need these bug bites to grow." She said. I busted out laughing and held onto my stomach.

"Bug bites? Honey, you don't need them babies to grow anymore, you're in a fucking D!" I yelled, still laughing.

"So are you! Shut up." She glared, covering her chest with one hand, the other on the steering wheel. Wait... Wasn't that a lyric from that Taylor Swift song back in the day? Shut up, Penelope.

We finally made it to the school, just in time for lunch, my favourite subject. I stepped out of the car with one vans shoe on and the other covered in a black boot that went almost to my knee. Also in blue shorts with white lace threading the bottom, and a black tank top, I'm so stylish today.

"Come on hotshit, it's time for lunch." She giggled, looping her arm with mine.

I could feel the anxiety eating my up every step closer that we got to the cafeteria. I'm confident one second, and the other I'm a fucking mess. I gulped and my eyes searched around the cafeteria until they caught a glimpse of him... And Victoria. Is the bitch ever gonna leave?

"Come on. You're fine, your legs are to die for, you're boobs are envious and you're absolutely fucking gorgeous, let's go." She said encouragingly, then pulled me into the cafeteria, no one paid attention to us, until Aston turned around. Fuck.

I clenched my jaw shut and rolled my left foot from back to front, I didn't have to use the crutches, it was only for show while I was walking out of the hospital.

Veronica and I sat down at our table, talking casually until two people sat at the table. "What do you want?" I glared, clenching and unclenching my fists.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes! Fuck, I'm fine. Go worry about your whore, oh wait. Forgot. I'm the whore." I laughed.

"Well, your shorts sort of make you look easy." Victoria said, finally speaking up.

I made eye contact with Ver and seen her fuming, she was itching for a reason to beat the shit out of her. One more word and it was on for Ver.