Bad Reputation

Bad Reputation (6)

Chapter 6

Oh my god.

Had I really just done that?

I couldn’t believe it.

That wasn’t me.

I wasn’t that girl.

I never talked back to anyone.

I felt sick.

My stomach was bubbling nervously.

How could I have done that?

These thoughts churned in my head all morning. They plagued me all through our four first classes.

Reagan and I didn’t share the same first period, so I had been sitting alone in the front, feeling like I had made the biggest mistake of my life. I had wished that I could just take it all back and pretend it never happened.

Second period, Riley Lewis had shown up for the second time that week – a new record, actually. She had winked and grinned at me. It was like an approval for what I had said to Reagan. I knew the word had been spread by then. It did nothing to calm my clenching stomach.

Neither did the glare Reagan kept sending me. She had taken a seat at the opposite side of the classroom, not that I could blame her. The shock had clearly worn off and was now replaced by fury.

In third period, I had Damian.

It was the first time I had seen him since last night. He looked amazing.

Clearly he had lost no sleep over our breakup, like I had.

I couldn’t help myself.

Even with the guilt I felt for Reagan, the sadness for Damian and the rage for both of them, I used third period to take him in. The short blonde hair I had touched last night. The lips that had been on mine so many times. The hands that used to grip my waist in public.

And with a wave of grief I realized I would never experience any of those things again.

Damian refused to look at me at all.

Usually he would glance at me two or three times each period, but today his focus was on the blackboard. Never once did he look anywhere else. He hadn’t changed his mind then. Why would he? He had Reagan to lean on, a voice said bitterly inside my mind.

Fourth period I had Reagan again.

Unfortunately for me, I was late. The only seat left was beside her. The one I usually sat in, but had hoped would already be taken when I got to class.

I had reluctantly made my way over to it and sat down – as far away from her as I could get.

Only seconds after my bum had touched the chair, a pink detention slip was thrust into my hand by the teacher. He gave me a disapproving look before he continued his lecture.

I could only stare at the slip in shock. My very first detention. How had that happened? Silently, I placed it into my bag so I wouldn't lose it.

I could feel Reagan's gaze on me throughout the entire period. I tried to ignore her, but it did nothing to warm the iciness of her glare.

Reagan’s looks really could kill.

I could feel it all the way into my bones.

To say the least, I had run out of that classroom as fast as my legs could carry me. There was no way I would survive another confrontation. This morning had really been unusual for me, and it would not happen again.