Blue Roses

chapter fifteen

When we get to the gym, i'm amazed at how big it is on the inside. One of the coaches and waves me over and I start to walk towards her, but Ash grabs my arm, holding me back to say

"Be careful in there," he gestures to the girls locker room. "The blond bitch is in this class."

"Thanks for the warning, I'll do my best to stay outta trouble, but I think I can handle myself."

"I'm sure you can, but still, please be careful, you don't want to know what she's made look like an accident. "

"Ok ok, don't worry I'll be fine."

He looks genuinely worried about Rebecca trying to get back at me so I smile back at him. I talk to the coaches and they assign me a gym locker and tell me to dress out quick.

I go into the locker room and i'm immediately assaulted with the many fragrances of perfume. My eyes water a little and I want to gag, but I refrain myself.

I dress out into a pair of black yoga shorts and a black tank top, and I lace up my running shoes. I pull my crazy hair into a pony tail and try and get out as fast as I can.

I'm halfway through the door when a hand grabs my forearm, yanking me back inside, but not before I see Ash jogging over towards the now closed door. But I hear the coaches yelling at him to stay out of the girls locker room, he tried to argue, but then I hear a lot of whistle blowing.

The hand spins me around and i'm looking at the face of the one and only blond bitch, Rebecca.

"What the hell do you think your doing? Coming into my school, taking my boyfriend, my friends, and ruining everything I've worked for? Embarrassing me in front of the whole school!"

she spits coldly. Her grip tightens on my arm and her sharp nails are leaving long red scratches.

"What the hell gives you the right to think this is your school, Ash is your boyfriend, those are your friends, and its my fault that its all coming down on you? Who the hell do you think you are bitch?"

I spit back, yanking my arm out of her grasp, causing her nails to leave three deep scratches.

I turn my back to her and walk out before she can get another word in.

I find Ash right outside the door, I try to hide the long red scratches by crossing my arms.

"Are you ok? I heard everything, she's such a bitch, i'm sorry."

"I'm fine, i'm fine, don't worry. And it's not your fault she's such a fucking bitch with claws and teeth."

"Are you sure your ok?"

I roll my eyes, knowing I cant hide it forever. I hold out my right forearm,  showing the scratches, now slightly bleeding.

He grabs my wrist and stares at the scratches, looking extremely pissed off. I wince slightly and he lets go.

"That fucking bitch, what the hell is wrong with her."

"I'm fine, really, they're just scratches."

"They're never just scratches, there must have been something on her nails. How do you feel?"

"I'm fine, seriously, she didn't do anything I couldn't handle, she's all bark no bite."

"Fine, but if she tries anything else I swear."

I just roll my eyes and walk over to the bleachers, sitting on the bottom row. Rebecca walks out of the locker room surrounded by girls, looking quite smug as if she pulled something, i'm just not sure of it yet.

If looks could kill, I'd be 6 feet under by now, judging by the daggers being shot at me by Rebecca. I ignore her and turn to Ash, asking

"What are we doing today?"

He laughs,  "Your gonna love this.... Dance."

"Oh geeze, what type?"

"Classical"

"Oh joy," I roll my eyes. "Which means what dance will I be trying today?"

"I think we're doing a slow dance today."

"Woop de fucking do. My favorite."

He laughs at me and says, "At least your not in pink, pretty much every girl is, it drives me absolutely crazy."

"Ya, if you ever find me with something pink, stake me and put me out of my misery. Promise?"

"Ya, sure." he replies laughing.

The coaches blow their whistles and shout at us to partner up.