Wide awake

Chapter Twelve Fudge you all

E.P.O.V

It was the very first day in well over a week I didn’t eat my cookies at lunch. No fucking way was I letting Jazz see the name of the cookies. He came strutting into the lunchroom in his holey jeans and grubby band shirt, peeking sideways at Brandon’s table. And I just had to roll my fucking eyes. I was giving it a month. If he didn’t man up by then, I was taking the situation into my own hands. My girl would give me a hand.

He took his seat in front of me without a word, searching the table in front of me for something. Probably the absent bag of cookies I’d just eat on the way home or some shit. After eating half of his disgustingly greasy school burger, he turned in his seat to glance back at my girl’s table where she was reading and eating her fucking Scooby Snacks.

Jasper turned back around with a wide smile. “So, word has it that new girl over there?” He pointed with his thumb back toward Bella. “Has added violence and bodily injury to her repertoire.” He smirked and took a drink of milk.

I furrowed my brow. What the fuck is he talking about? “How so?” I asked casually, as to not raise any suspicions.

He chuckled then, trying to hold it in long enough to spit the words out. “I heard that she assaulted Stanley with a basketball in gym Friday.” He snickered shaking his head.

This was certainly a new development. Why the fuck would Bella assault Stanley? Not that the thought of it didn’t make me want to laugh too. Because, sincerely, it did.

Jazz continued on after his chuckling fit calmed down. “Just fucking took the ball and chucked it at her head.” He started laughing harder. “I know, I know right?” He snickered. “Balls flying at Stanley’s head. Just sounds like another day to me.” He chuckled harder at his own joke.

My stomach sank. Friday was Bella’s ‘really crappy day’. And somehow, that fucking bitch Stanley was involved. My fists clenched. No wonder Bella wouldn’t tell me about what was bothering her. I offered Jazz a devious smirk; because that’s what he’d expect out of me from that story. And if it were anyone else doing it, I probably would without effort.

We were silent the rest of lunch. And I really fucking tried to just let it go, and make up my mind to not pry. But I couldn’t. Because I had to know just how badly I was going to have fuck that Stanley bitch up. Whoever invented the term ‘It’s not polite to hit a girl’ has clearly never fucked Jessica Stanley. It took memonths to get her off my back after that one night. Phone calls, letters in my locker, she even told her fucking friends about my scars. And that wasn’t enough to make me want to hit her. But I couldn’t let her spread her venom to my girl.

When I walked into Bio, Bella was already in her seat, with that fucking hood up. I had never felt the urge so strongly to yank it off her head. She was hiding. She was hiding shit from me. I didn’t like it.

Once I got settled into my seat and Mr. Banner started his lecture on DNA, I ripped a piece of paper from my notebook, and began writing Bella a note. It was against the rules. But I could give a fuck less at that moment.

What the fuck did Stanley do to you?

I folded the paper up nice and small and slid it to her side of the lab table. She looked at it incredulously. She wasn’t expecting me to break the rules either. Hesitantly, she picked up the note and began unfolding it.

I watched her reaction closely. I didn’t give a fuck who saw me looking at her. Her eyes widened and she stiffened. She sat there for a while, just staring at the note, before she slumped into her seat and frowned, and then lifted her pencil to the paper and scribbled a reply. It was too fucking quick. She folded it carefully and slid it back to me slowly. I opened it; kind of pissed I knew I wasn’t going to get a sufficient explanation right now.