Preppy Princess .(Shmateo)

14/Feel better .

"You're a bitch." Phoebe spat.

Avery laughed.

I rolled my eyes. "You're going to regret that."

"No. YOU MADE MY BOYFRIEND AND I BREAK UP!!" She screamed.

I laughed, and took some lint off my light purple dress. "So? Look what you did to me."

"It was a fucking accident! You're so-so ugghhhhhh!! YOU'RE A HOE!! YOU ACT LIKE YOU'RE THE SHIT WHEN YOU'RE NOT!!"

I feel myself boiling.

I take off my white heals, and storm towards her. I grab her by her hair, and slam her head into the locker repeatedly until I began to see blood.

A crowd was formed, and people were recording, and going crazy.

I grab my shoe, and hit her in the face with my heal, then kicking her to the floor. I jump on her stomach repeatedly, and stomp on her also kicking her face. I bend down and punch her in the nose. I then pull her up by me grabbing her hair, and she began to try to fight back.

I felt people grab me off of her, and I was pulled away from the crowd, escorted downstairs and into the office along with her.

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"Well she fucking called me something I don't like to be called!" I yelled.

My mom sighed. "Calm down. I don't want to yell."

I groan, and kick the case with it falling, and shattering on the floor.

"That's the third damn vase you broke." She spat through the gritted teeth.

"I don't fucking care!" I yell. "I won the fight so I'm the bad guy?"

"What if she could've won the fight?"

"She wouldn't!" I yell growing even more angry.

I scream at the top of my lungs in anger and frustration, and I storm upstairs, slamming and locking my door.

I take off my dress and heals, and lay on the bed in my underwear and bra.

I begin to cry into my pillow. I grab my purse from the floor, and rummage through the it finding my phone.

I'm suspended for three days. I call Brittany, and after 3 tries, still no answer.

I call Avery, Stacey, Lily, Kate, Jordyn, Layla, Alana, Kimberly, and Katherine.

None of them answered.

I sniff wiping my nose while more tears fell down my face.

I go on Instagram, and text Mateo.

Queen.madz: I got into a fight . Suspended for three days .

He didn't answer until about an hour.

Shmateo_: is u sad ?
Queen.madz: Yes .😥 I'm crying .
Shmateo_: You like them mcflurries from McDonald's right ?
Queen.madz: Yes😞 . I love them .
Shmateo_: I'll buy u one , and I'm bored as hell bc I don't do shit until later at night .
Queen.madz: I can't stay for at least an hour ?
Shmateo_: uh huh . I guess .. Since I'm bored and all my other friends just went home .🙄
Queen.madz: ok☺️ .
Shmateo_: aight . Imma be here in prolly a couple hours ...

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I hop out of the shower, brush out my damp hair, put on lotion, and deodorant. I put on socks, black baggy sweatpants, and a light bright blue tshirt. I put on my Ugg Alena Mocossins, and roll down the sides. I put my hair in a tight bun, and flop on the bed.

After about thirty minutes, my phone dinged.

Shmateo_: ousside .

I get up, and get a black small cross-body Gucci gold chained strapped purse, and put my phone, charger, headphones, my card, a couple dollars, and some more small things in it. I leave out, to be stopped by my father.

"Where are you going? You've been in a fight today. You are not going anywhere."

I suck my teeth. "I'm going with Nick were studying at the library." I lie.

"I've never seen you leave the house without a dress. Where are you going?" He asked sternly.

I sucked my teeth. "With Nick. He's my boyfriend. He sees me without dresses all the time." I lie.

He stared at me long and hard, and nodded suspiciously. "Go."

I roll my eyes, and go downstairs leaving the house. I walk towards Mateos car and get in. I tossed my purse on the floor.

"I saw that purse at the store. It's like $3,000 and you gone treat it like that?"

I nod. "Who cares? It's just a damn purse."

I take off my moccasins, and criss cross my legs getting comfy.

"How come you nah wearing a dress or something?" He smirked.

I shrugged. "I didn't feel like it."

"But you wear dresses everywhere."

"I'm now comfortable with you seeing me without one." I shrug.

He began to drive. "I feel special."

"I shake my head. "No."

"Yes."

I shake my head. "Nope." I say nonchalently.

He yanked my bun.

I sucked my teeth. "Stop!"

I pull down the mirror, and fix it. I but on lipgloss, and get comfy once again.

"Your car is comfy."

"Because it's expensive duh doi." He rolled his eyes.

I nod. "Yea, but I feel relaxed when in here. My dad has the same car, and I feel something different when in your car. It feels better." I say going deep into thought.

"That's nice. But everyone likes my car soooooooo you just another person in my car." He said stopping at a red light.

"No. I think I just like being around you. You're a good friend." I say honestly.

He chuckled. "I know."

I suck my teeth. "Say thank you."

He rolled his eyes. "No."

I look at him, and I stare at his hair.

I picked up my hand about to touch it, but he smacked my hand away. "Don't touch my hair."

I smile, and look at him while he focused on the road.

I look back in front of me, and look out the window.

I begin to have a weird feeling. I look at him again, and the feeling gets bigger.

I think I'm beginning to catch feelings.