Leave Mary Jane Alone

Chapter Four.

              'Let me think about it. Give me your number. If I decide to go. I will call.' I hated trying to mouth things. It was odd. 

         He seemed to understand because his head went up and down like it was on repeat. Weirdo. I walked around him further to my class and he seemed to catch up. He towered over and created a shadow while following me. And although it was cool I assumed we all had classes to go to unless this place was really Hell and not school. (Not surprising) I'm lying. It wasn't cool having him be my shadow because the eyes on me seemed to increase in questioning. 

        “It's amazing to have a date with the Mary Jane. Thank you.” I didn't say yes you twit. I laughed to myself. When he found out I was lame he'd leave and I'd be left alone. It was cute though. Like a little puppy biting at my ankles, I sound rude I know. I nodded at him with a sweet close lipped smile and he disappeared to his class. Seeing a guy like Jackson, Casanova type, all happy just to go on a date with regular me. He probably thought he'd get some. No. Him getting some is an absolute no.

        My first period was gym and I was not excited at all. See, I walk a lot and I believe that keeps me fit enough to not have a hear attack by age twenty one. The funk almost killed me as I pushed through the ridiculously heavy double doors. So I didn't understand why I had to sit here and do stupid things like play nothing and run on a track. I only want to walk my ass back home right about now. Don't get me wrong though. I love dodge ball, really, but imagine playing with guys and girls who'd rather get a pedicure. Yes, guys too. It wasn't fun walking around the track listening to people blab on and on about nobody that's worth a breath.

        I guess that was mean. But I've gone to this school for all of my teen life. I've been through these people with their recycled personalities. We can all be a little mean sometimes. I went into the girls dressing room ignoring the looks. I should've expected this because I got these looks anyhow and now with my clothes it's much worse. Enough for me to regret this and decide to wear sweats and a baggy shirts for the rest of my life. I got my clothes which consisted of baggy loose gray sweats and a tank top. I pulled my light pink hair up into a pony tail and that was that. There.

        I didn't care about how I looked at the moment. Well I hardly ever did as long as eyes weren't on me. I was on the way out when Bam! Damn. Mercedes stood in front of me in underwear, Oh I've been informed that it's shorts, and a boob tube.. The fudge? Is she even school appropriate? The trick is rated R for 'raped my innocent eyes'. The look she was giving me with her fake eyes was not scary. But it made me feel like she wanted me to die so... I stared back.

        “Mute bitch.” Is this the way she addresses me? Well, it's not actually my name so I guess she's not talking to me. She might wanna go talk to whoever 'Mute bitch' is.

        I looked at her as she started but otherwise didn't really listen. Name's not Mute bitch, Dumb bitch. As she talked I watched her lips. They were fish lips that seemed to flap uncontrollably. Her breath was strangling my freaking soul it smelled so bad. Did she eat dick and onions for breakfast? After a while I got bored of the sound of the ocean in my ears I tried to escape. I stepped to the left and she followed stepping a little closer. Move please. I stepped to the right and she copied rudely snickering. Don't you have something better to do than bother someone who doesn't bother you? 

        By now she's in my face and her strident voice forced it's way into my ears. “Hey! Mute bitch I'm talking to you! Listen.”  She was shouting. How long had we been in here? 

        “Stay in your place Mute Bitch. Jackson doesn't want a weird little immature girl. If I see you trying seduce him again I'll end you!.” She was in my ears and in my head. She doesn't get to decide but what was she going to do? There's nothing she can do. Kick me off the cheer squad I'm not on? Steal my non- existent boyfriend?