THAT GIRL.

Six.

THE THIRD DAY

I had woken up about 15 minutes earlier than my alarm so I turned it off and headed to the bathroom to shower. After I had gotten ready I checked my phone as I headed to my car. I had 30 missed texts and 9 missed calls.

"What the hell?!" I muttered to myself.

I opened up the calls, and all of them were from Carly, except one. A number I didn't recognize at all. Weird, but I decided that maybe the person texted me telling me who they were first. Then I opened up the 30 text messages and instantly regretted it. This time however they were all from Carly, begging me to come see her later last night, early this morning, and later today. I was right when I had assumed she'd get clingy. But who would've thought this clingy?

Closing my phone, I started my car, and headed on my way to school. As I stopped at a redlight on the main street of town, I looked to my right. There she was, sitting in her car, with some big guy sitting in the passenger seat. She had her eyes straight on the road, and she looked like she was gritting her teeth, but the guy looked super happy. There was no way she could have a boyfriend, so I figured it must've been her brother or something.

When I got to school I parked my car. Suddenly a bunch of people surrounded my car, all of my so-called 'friends', this was usual, but it still bothered me a bit. It was like they needed to hear every word I ever spoke, but in a way it was cool too, because if I ever forgot to do my homework...I could get them to do it, or one of their friends.

I took a breath then opened my car door, people making way for me, and waiting for me to acknowledge them. I would have, normally. Something caught my eye, it was Samantha getting out of her car, and the guy following her into the building then coming out a few minutes later and taking off in her car.

All I could think was...what the fuck?

After grabbing my backpack and slamming my door, I bypassed the group of people, and they all started making noises, asking questions I figured. However I couldn't focus on what they were saying because that whole five minute fiasco was driving me nuts. Who was that guy? I honestly could not stand not to know anymore.

But as I was walking towards Samantha's locker I realized I wasn't the only one, there was a ton of people in front of me and behind me. There was a pretty big commotion going on which is weird because Samantha was usually the only one not to be in a commotion.

"Are you sure it was him?"

"No way."

"It had to be!"

"Yeah definitely, remember yesterday?"

"He's not that kind of guy!"

"You're only saying that because he isn't trying to sleep with you yet!"

Those were the only things I could really hear around the huge buzz of people talking, asking questions, assuming, and wondering out loud.

I reached the part where the crowd had stopped, around her locker. It was a wide circle, and she was just standing in front of her locker, but in order to see what she was looking at I had to shove through people.

When I reached her, I was basically standing beside her. My jaw dropped. My mind was clouded with so many different thoughts...

Who could have done this? Did everyone think I did this? What could I do to prove I hadn't? Did we have security cameras in this school? What about Samantha...?

The last thought made me turn to look at her, her eyes were blank, her expression was completely calm, she looked completely out of it.

"Sam...?" My voice cracked a bit at the end, which was awkward.

That snapped her out of her calm state, he face turned towards me, and the look in her eyes seemed full of regret, which was weird because I'm sure she had done nothing to deserve this.

"How could you do this to me...?" That was the only thing she tried to whisper so only I could hear. A few people around us heard though and suddenly everyone knew what she had said.

"I didn't..." That was all I could get out, was those two words. Lame was the only word I could think of to describe myself as of right now.

She went to her locker opened it, grbbed her books and headed to her first class. The bell ringing jogged the other students memories and they all decided going to class was a good idea too.

So there I was staring at he locker door, which had a phone number, which I'm guessing is hers, and a ton of awful things.

"Cal for a god time!"

"If u ever lonely... call dis slut!"

"Got no $$, she okay wit that!"

"If gf ain't good enuf, try her!"

"she aint cold-heard when $$$ in her hnds!"

There were more, but I didn't want to repeat the even more excruciating details that whoever wrote this went into. It was obvious that it couldn't have been me because I at least know how to spell. But I doubted anyone would believe me, over this. Considering someone decided to spraypaint my name in the bottom right corner. That's when I noticed it also said "Pimp Daddy J". They were saying that I was her pimp, which was disgusting.

I slumped to the floor. I never heard the principal's foot-steps coming, nor the police officers.

All that was running through my mind was...

"Why me?"