The Runaway

9//: I was just really bored.

"One way or another, Imma love you. Slide in under covers, undercover. They don't wanna see it happen but we say 'fuck it'."

-Undercover, Kehlani Parrish.

(A/N: ever had one of those days where you just... Can't?)

Dedicated to the people that ik are here if I wanna rant: HORRORX17 (Em, where were you at school today?) Skunktion et qualifiedbitch y'all my main hoes.

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It was monday, and I was currently pressed to the wall of the school bathroom, the jock I'd pulled aside kissing my neck roughly. Hey, as Lady GaGa once said, if it isn't rough it isn't fun.

I hear the door open, and whoever is in it spins around and walks out, yelling about needed jesus.

The door opens again, and of course, its Ashton.

"Dude, get off of her." He says in a low voice. I giggle. The guy on me - whatever his name is - does as he says, muttering about being so close to being laid. "What the hell are you even doing?" Ashton asks.

"Haven't been at school for three years, taking advantage of the... fresh meat." I laugh at my own words and how wrong they sound, and stand in front of the mirror, fixing myself. I fluff up my hair once more for good measure and make sure a little cleavage is showing before nodding. "Plus, you rejected my offer. Your quite stupid, you know." I murmur, putting on a little lipgloss.

"You already look pretty. No need for makeup." Ashton blurts out suddenly. I glance at him, to see his neck creep with red.

"If this is your way of turning the offer back on.." I trail off before pushing him against the wall of the bathroom and hovering my face near his. "I'd be down. I'd be very down."

"N-no.. I j-just meant you don't need makeup." He says. I pout and move away from him, grabbing my stuff. I sling my bag over my shoulder and walk out. People look at me confused, and when Ashton catches up, I can just see the assumption all over faces.

I knock fists with someone, do a handshake with some random guy in a letterman jacket, do the bro-shake with another, salute some girl.

"You know everyone?" He asks curiously as I continue greeting strangers.

"Nope." I reply.

"Then why...?"

"Because for some reason, people like the idea of a bad girl. Bad boys are clichè. Girls, on the other hand, are all slut shamed, unless your a bad girl. Then its a whole new concept. Your the female version of a male something, so people don't care. This being why I went with the look." I say. Someone bumps into me and continues. "FUCK OFF WAND WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING!" I shout at him. He glances back before speed-walking away.

Apparently, I have the same homeroom as my sisters and Ashton, because I guess that would make me feel 'more at home and better' with my situation. I push the door open and approach the teacher. Mr.Gills.

Me and him were close back when I still went here. Even though he hadn't been my teacher, I'd come down to his class during my lunch periods and work with other students every day.

"Ey Gills!" I shout upon walking in. People look up at me, as if taking in the fact that I'm actually here. He smiles and we do the shake we'd come up with.

"Ahh, Laila! Its been so long! How are you?" He asks. I shrug.

"Personally, I was at my peak about two weeks ago, but then they brought me home, sadly." I say, sighing.

"Sadly? You don't want to see this awesome face?" He asks. I roll my eyes.

"Yes because I'm totally still into extra credit and learning everything before everyone else." I say sarcastically.

"At least you know everything, so you don't have to do any actual work."

I think.

"Woah, your right. Cooool. So, where do I sit?" I ask him, leaning on his desk. He points to a chair beside my sister, in the front row. I look at him before making my way to the back corner, smiling cheekily, and sitting down. I pull out my phone and start texting random people in my contact list I haven't seen in a while.

"Hey, your Laila right?" I hear a male's voice ask. I look over to see a specimen of fuckboyism. I raise an eyebrow. "Heard you were... Easy. Wanna have ago later?" He asks, sending a pang through my chest, but I don't let it show.

"I'm not the easy one, let me assure you that. Its the men that are easy." I say blankly. "Plus, I don't go for fuckboys. Jocks, sure, nerds, whatever, drunks, always, bad boys, hell yeah, but never a fuckboy. Never." I tell him. "Now get out of my face."

I go back to my phone, and out of the corner of my eye, I see him walk away back to his friends.

I see Ashton slowly sink into the chair beside me. My sisters soon follow, sitting at the desk in front of me before turning around.

"Sis, are you okay?" Adeline asks. I look up.

"Why do you ask?"

"I don't know, you just seem... I don't know." She says, looking down. "I.. I'm so sorry for how I treated you back then." She says with a sad voice.

"Same. It.. It was so wrong of me to do what I did, I just.." Genevieve trails off, tears forming in her eyes.

"Guys. You really don't believe I give a fuck about that?" I ask, my eyes widened. "Hell, I let that go forever ago. Who gives a fuck about boyfriend and sister drama, I have better issues to tackle." I mutter, sending a text to Red, who was still trying. I grab my headphones.

"Really?" They both ask. I plug them in and look up.

"Dude. I don't give a flying fuck that you fucked my boyfriend. I've seen worse." I state, truthful, putting the earbuds in to block them out as they smile at each other. Ashton stares directly at me with a smile until the last note.

Tik Tok by Kesha starts playing. I smile at the old song. Cringy, but I love it so much still.

I then get an idea. I grab my bag while the teacher starts talking, and pull out my Beats speaker. I go to YouTube and turn on Teletubies earrape. I press pause and hook up my phone to the speaker before turning it on and blasting it, everyone jumping in the process, some girls screeching in fright. They all look back at me. I look up, turning it off.

"Sorry, I was just really bored." I say before putting my earbuds back on. Mr.Gills shakes his head before pointing at the door. "Yeessss! I'll see you all not later because I'm skipping!" I tell them all openly, and some laugh. The three musketeers look at each other. I walk out.

I'm thinking....

Vandalization on the town.

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Stressed as hell.

I have final exams so I'm not going to be able to update as much, but luckily, summer is in 5 weeks so YAS BITCHES IM READDDDYYYY!

XoXo

-Elisia