Mean Girl Tendencies

7|"You've got to stop sleeping with her."

"You've got to stop sleeping with her." Sam and I had a free period so we decided to go outside behind the gym. It was nice and sunny outside, but it was still pretty cold. November in the north could be a bitch. Good thing I was wearing my fur sweater, but Sam wanted to be a man and not put on a jacket even though I warned him. Now he's huddled up close to me, and shivering like a motherfucker.

"Sleeping with who?" He chuckles and breathes warm air into his hands. "Have you met me!? You've got to be more specific than that."

"April, she's out of control and it's all because of you."

He rolls his eyes. "Why did we even come outside? It's way too cold."

"I told you to bring a jacket." I reply to him, even though I know he's just trying to avoid the subject. "So stop sleeping with her, got it?"

He snuggles next to me for warmth. "You're not the boss of me."

I push the teenage boy off of me. "The hell I am. You owe me Sam." I sneer at him.

"What's wrong with April acting like a bitch sometimes?"

I glare at the boy who still has the nerve to challenging me. Sure Sam is one of my closest friends, but I've soon realized that I don't have any friends. I have people who stay close to me because they have to.

Sam tucks his arms into the sweater vest he put over his school uniform. "Wait a sec-" even though he was walking around in circles trying to create warm air, he comes closer to me and stops. Maybe if I was a different girl, and Sam was a different guy, maybe we would've hooked up, then maybe we would've had a relationship, then maybe I would've been happy. But we aren't. I'm still a heartless bitch, and he's a narcissistic douche bag, who still gives a crap sometimes. "You're afraid she'll become you, aren't you?"

"Oh fuck y-"

"I'm right!" He hollers and jumps up and down, looking like a fish out of water. "I mean she is hot, slutty, people don't hate her as much as you, she can be mega mean when she wants, she has m-"

"Okay that's enough!" I scream at him. He stops jumping around and his blonde hair stops moving with him.

"Keep your friends close, and you're enemies closer. No wonder you still keep her around, Aurora Kennedy doesn't have friends."

His last line stings a little bit, but it's the truth. I know I don't have friends. I know that. I know that I push people away and that I'm mean to them when they get too close. I've got a tough wall. And even though we may look like, Sam and I are technically not friends. But it still stings.

"We're friends aren't we?" I tease him, knowing the answer already.

Sam starts to walk back inside the building. "Don't even get me started, Rory."

I grin at him, hiding behind the pain that that nickname gives me, and he knows it. That son of a bitch knows it. I pick up my pace and start walking in front of him. "Don't even get me started, Samuel." I flick him off.

We were interrupting a gym class by just walking in. Dodgeball and basketballs flew across my face, but as I walked diagonally across that gym, no flying ball touched me. I probably could've been seriously hurt, but I didn't care. I didn't flinch, and I didn't glare. I knew Sam wasn't following me anymore, he probably went his own way.

As I reach the exit, I turn around, flip my red hair over my shoulder, and look across the gym. But I was wrong. Sam didn't leave. He was standing there looking at me with pure disgust. I don't give him any type of emotion, and I burst through the door. He can't dish out what he can't take.