Quirks Of Being A Queen Bee ✔ COMPLETED ✔

Chapter Sixteen

I walked to school the next day.

I wanted nothing to do with Heidi until she realised what she had done, so I walked. I hadn't slept well, because mom had been crying all night and dad had sped off in his shiny black car again. Suprise!

I sighed, walking through the doors, and spotting Trevor lurking by my locker. I smiled, walking over. "Hey," I greeted.

"Ash," he nodded, his eyes trained on my face. I was sticking to the same dress code as yesterday - little to no makeup, and casual clothing. I liked it a lot better than leather boots and tight -fitted, slutty tops. I twirled my loose hair around my finger absent-mindedly.

"So..." I asked, raising an eyebrow and jutting out my hip. "What're you here for?"

"Oh!" He broke his gaze, and I smiled, embarrassed. He had been staring at my face. For a long time. I looked around, in case Alex was anywhere in sight. I certainly didn't want him to spiral out of control and murder anyone today.

To be honest, he probably would've already have hung Trevor from a lamppost if he knew what we had already done during our newly re-established friendship. "Um...y'know, about the English thing..when do you wanna do it?" I tilted my head.

"Would doing it today be too much of a rush? And then we could meet up tomorrow, too. And maybe the day after." I shrugged. "Well - 'cause I mean, we gotta get it done, right?" Trevor blinked at me.

"Ash, we can't meet the day after tomorrow, or even tomorrow."

"Why not?" I exclaimed, confused.

"...Ash, the assignment's due tomorrow."

"It's what?" I asked, wide-eyed. "It is?" Trevor nodded. "Oh...crap." I muttered. Trevor laughed.

"Don't worry. We'll get this done. Don't look so distraught." He chuckled. "We'll meet outside school - three-thirty?"

"Alright." I nodded. "I'll see you then?"

"Consider it a date." Trevor said. My jaw dropped, and I gaped at him, eyes as round as grapes. He laughed out loud. "Jesus, Ash, I'm joking. Don't be so literal."

Trevor disappeared, and I walked to my first lesson, which was with Carmen. I passed Heidi and the clique in the hallway, flashing a smile their way, but Heidi just pursed her lips and turned away.

Ugh.

What a bitch.

Doesn't she understand what she did wrong? Doesn't she understand how horrible that was? Carmen didn't deserve this. None of it. She was just a poor, innocent, naive teenaged girl who had no idea what she was getting into. She'd been deceived and lied to and just felt like the world was crashing down upon her, because she felt like everything was her fault. Because she'd made the wrong choices. Because everything had gone from heaven to hell. I knew how much pain she must've felt.

Because I'd been there before, too. It was one of the worst feelings in the world, having to carry such heavy burdens on your shoulders, and my mind was damn well set on making sure no one had to ever go through that without deserving it ever again.

I don't know what it was - but it felt like a duty. To be able to stand up and scream, "In your face!" at people like Heidi. To be able to show that we could flip the tables, too. They didn't have control over us. They didn't tell us what to do. They didn't own us. These were our lives, no matter how messed up, and no one should have to feel like they had to change theirs because of a few, snobby no-good peasants, who's opinion meant nothing.

I took my seat in class next to Carmen, and we just talked, and I offered to help her out from time to time. When I left the class, the first thing I heard was, "You bitch!"