Haunted (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

Story Notes: "He's a murderer. Killed anyone without a second thought."

Scarlet's POV

I did a few more classes before the lunch bell rang indicating we could finally go to the cafeteria and go eat. Every single class I was in, I had to introduce myself. Oh the joy. My stomach was literally growling. I am praising Jesus Christ that the bell rang because if I were to last another minute in Math class, my head would most probably combust with all the damn numbers exploding out of my head in the process.

I go over to my locker just to see a pair of sluts making out and smothering their hands all over each other like their lives depended on it on my locker. I roll my eyes and barge right in. Whoremongers are not new to me at all.

"Sorry for interrupting but I do believe that's my locker you're losing each other's virginity to." I say and smile deviously like the bitch I was. They both stop and turn around, giving death glares.

"Now, now. No need for this to end brutal, just..." I contemplate and look around.

"Go and proceed whatever you guys are doing over there." I finish the sentence, pointing my index finger to a shallow corner near one of the school fountains.

The guy hastily pulled on the girl's waist with one of his hands while the girl took me in, looking at me from head to toe disgustingly.

"You got something to say, spit it out." I say to her while opening my locker with the fakest smile I could muster from inside of me.

The girl scoffs at me and walks away with her boyfriend before making out all over again like they did against my locker. If they were even a couple, that is. I roll my eyes again at the thought. Why are people now so desperate? Maybe I was just being bitter because that's exactly how I thought of my ex-best friend, Celine.

I still don't understand how I never realized any sooner that she liked him like that. I guess as the years went by, that's when it all clicked. How she'd always tell me what he was up to, or how she was more excited to seeing him more than me; his own girlfriend. She would always be the one who laughed hardest at his jokes and more.

I always think to myself though, why her? Why did he have to cheat on me with one of my closest friends? It makes me ever more enraged at the thought they could've been doing it behind my back not only on the day when I caught them red-handed. No. They've probably been doing it for a long time and I was just too blinded and stupid to even realize it.

I slam my locker shut and nearly jump when I see a girl in front of my face. Personal space, much?

"That was awesome." She compliments me with a smirk. Her voice sounded familiar.

"Sorry, what was?" I ask bemused as to what she found 'awesome'.

"You." She says and girl-hugged me and my eyes widen by it so I just awkwardly pat her back with both of my hands. She lets go once I did about 2 pats and beams at me.

I took a moment to notice her features. She had light blonde hair that was curled to perfection. Her complexion complimented her well. So far, she's pretty flawless to me. Why was she even talking to me?

"What you did to Kassandra was epic." She says all giggly.

"Kassandra? You mean the whore that was pressed against my locker just a few moments ago?" I ask, raising one of my eyebrows while hiding my chuckle that was waiting to come out. But it does anyway. “That whore?”