Past? What Past?! [ F I N I S H E D ]

Past? What Past! Part3

Recap:

"What problem do you have with the emos?" I asked. The group looked at each other, embarrassed. "It's something really stupid, isn't it?" I asked. When the group didn't answer but continued to look embarrassed, I said, "please tell me they haven't stolen the table you sit at during lunch or something!"

Silence.

"Oh, my God. They did. Didn't they!"

The silence continued.

So I broke it by laughing.

"They stole your LUNCH table," I gasped, "so you've launched some crazy vendetta against them," I inhaled, trying to stop laughing, "and it's resulted in - ha - a major argument between your two groups! Ha!"

"Oh, shut up," Harry said, joining in my laughter. Having a new perspective on the subject made them realise how stupid they were being, and soon the whole group was laughing to the stupidity of it and the hilarity of the subject.

The bell blazed, signalling first period. I looked at my timetable and it told me I had English. Yes! I loved English, I wouldn't want to toot my own horn but - toot, toot - I'm BRAW at English - and Drama! I was actually amazing at Drama too. I had been in plenty of films - as extras, but I was still there! Sometimes I even managed to bag myself a speaking role - and had been in EastEnders once or twice aswell. Boy, the guy that plays Peter - ooft, much?

Harry picked me up off his lap and stood up, setting me down, his hand holding on to mine. He lugged me out the classroom that I was just beginning to accept, and dragged me through the corridors.

"What's your locker number?"

"Umm, 206," I told him.

"Not anymore!" Harry said, grinning brightly. Harry marched over to this small, weird looking girl. She had a bad perm, out of fashion glasses and braces - not that I'm dissing braces because I had braces, once. It's just some people suit them and others don't. She looked up to see what had caused her to stand in someone's shadow and blushed lightly when she saw it was Harry. "Hi, Rebekah," he said smoothly, smiling at her.

"H-h-hi, Ha-arry," she stuttered, embarrassed to be talking to him. I could see why, he must never have talked to the poor girl before, and to find out he knew her NAME! I was like her once. Well, a version of her with better hair and more suited to braces and glasses. Then I made the miraculous discovery of long hair, hair straighteners, contacts and fashion. I also got a social life! After eleven months, the braces were off, and I was on my way to popularism.

"Here, Rebekah. Could you do me a massive favour?"

"Yeah, sure, anything!" Rebekah enthused, hoping that this moment talking to Harry would never end. But I could see where this was going.

"Well, all your friends have the two hundred lockers, don't they?"

"Yeah, they do. I'm the only one in the one hundred lockers. Why?"

"Well, you know all the cliques should stay together, right? I'm offering you the chance to get a locker beside your friends."

"W-what?" Even though Rebekah seemed like a smart girl, she didn't understand why Harry would push her away now that she realised she knew her name. Harry was being a bit of a bastard: raising her self-esteem then crushing it a second later. Even I wouldn't be so heartless. Then I remembered Harry was doing this for me. That wiped the smile of my face in an instant!

As I watched Rebekah's smile falter, I felt a wave of emotion wash over me. Harry was doing this for me, so that I could be nearer him and always with a friend. But in doing so, Harry was hurting Rebekah. He was telling her she was a geek and should hang out with her own group. That was neither right nor fair. I couldn't allow this to happen because of me! Anyway, as I previously mentioned, I was socially mobile. I could easily fit in with the nerds! I used to be one of them, and still had the brain, if not the looks. I could cope in the brainy section of the school if need be.

"Hey," I said, interrupting whatever Harry was saying, "I'm Abi."

"Hi," said Rebekah sadly. I truly felt sorry for her!

"Here, it's no problem about the locker. Harry's being an arse," I laughed. Then looked to Harry and said, "a nice, caring, sensitive arse!" He nodded slightly and smiled, whereas I laughed and asked Rebekah, "is he always like this?"

"Kind of, yeah," Rebekah told me shyly, smiling at me in a friendly manner.

"What have you got?" I asked her, meaning what class did she have. Her answer well and truly shocked me!

"Well, I've not, NOT got a STD," she muttered, almost too low for me to hear. Hold up, though - 'I've not, NOT got a STD'? But that's a double negative! Which means that Rebekah HAS got a STD - which means she's a fake! Rebekah is a fake geek! No TRUE geek has sex before he/she is 16, that is like, nerd law!

I looked to Harry, then back to Rebekah. When I looked closely, I could see Harry's eyes burned with hatred, whereas Rebekah's burned with lust. Hmm, my relationship detector was ringing. Maybe Rebekah had only recently become a nerd after a break up with a certain new friend of mine? I'd have to ask Harry about this later. That would explain why he wanted her to move locker.

"Anyway," I said, "I think Harry was trying to enquire whether or not your could change lockers with me? It's just I've got no friends here yet, except Harry and his crew and, to be honest, I'd like to stay as close as possible to him."

Rebekah looked at me in shock and hurt. This locker was clearly the last link she had to Harry, and she wouldn't want to give that up - that would be crazy! I would never do that - not even if someone paid me!

"Look," Rebekah started, and she totally changed in that moment. She held herself differently, flattening her shoulders and pushing out her chest. She flicked her hair and pouted. She transformed from the stereotypical nerd to the stereotypical slut in two seconds flat! It was a truly amazing sight to behold. "If you think you can just walk into our school and commandeer OUR blokes and OUR lockers, you've got another thing coming! Now, this 'thing' that you may have with Harry? Lemme fill you in. You're wasting your time trying to make out your all innocent. All the girls round here will see straight through you. And it'll be like living hell if you try anything with him, because we will seriously hurt you. So back off, now."

I blinked in surprise, but not shock as I had kind of worked out Rebekah was a bit of a bitch like that little speech displayed. But I was surprised that this slut thought that she could judge me, and, most of all intimidate me. That's not the way I roll - no sire! This bitch would have to be taught her place.

"Who says there's anything going on with me and Harry," I said aggressively, "and even if there was, what does it have to do with you? What, are you like the girl that only got where she was because of Harry, then liked the power too much and used Harry for his mates? Did Harry dump you and reduce you to the nerds again? Do you hate him for ditching you, but love the power he holds, so do you want him back? Don't mess with me, Rebekah. I know girls like you. I've DESTROYED girls like you. They also made the mistake of trying to mess with me. Don't go there, that's my advice to you." Then I hissed, "get your stuff into locker 206, like, now."

Rebekah looked at me in shock and fear; undiluted, petrified, knee knocking fear. So I smiled at her, smugly and cockily. She wasn't going to mess with me again. I'd make sure to that. Rebekah went about taking everything out of her locker and smiling weakly at me. I handed her the locker key for locker 206 and she handed me the key for locker 126. I grinned at Harry who was looking at me, stunned. I shoved my bag into my locker and withdrew my pad of paper, timetable, iPod and keys. Stuffing my keys and iPod into my pocket, I turned and gestured to Harry.

"Let's bounce," I said.

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