Stars

03

"Hey babe."

I looked up for a brief moment at Cameron as he took his seat, along with Ethan and Grayson. I gave him a smile, but quickly turned back to my work.

"What? No 'hi' back?" He questioned.

It wasn't that at all. I had begun to make the roses I was going to slip onto the pot, which required my full attention and a delicate hand. Each rose was going to take me forever to make, but it would be worth it.

"She probably thinks she's too good to help us now," Ethan said. I gritted my teeth. "She's just a good little girl who gets her work done, and does whatever people tell her to do."

"Hey, can you please shut the hell up?" Miranda spoke up. Cameron and Ethan paused, too shocked that Miranda had spoken to them like that. It must be a new thing for them. In their moment of surprise, Miranda turned to me and fixed her dark eyes on my own. "You coming over to smoke tonight? I've got that two foot long bong you've been dying to try."

I knew exactly what she was up to, for once. Miranda knew I didn't like to smoke or drink; she was making it seem like I had done stuff before. I smiled and played along. "Hell yeah."

"Hey Genna, what was the name of that guy you messed around with? You know, the one you made cry because he wanted that 'good pussy' one last time?" Dawson asked me, messing up his dirty blonde hair as he ran a hand through it.

"Is that a different guy than the one who sent you a dick pic, but you saved it and sent to his girlfriend and Mom?" Kameron asked.

"No, that was Jake, Kameron. The one who wanted me so bad was Matt. He was desperate as hell. I made him cry and get down on both knees and beg for it before giving him blue balls and leaving him with the pain," I explained, laughing at the fake memory.

Miranda snorted. "That's my Genna. Biggest bitch I know."

"You know it," I winked at her.

I looked back down at the rose I was holding, and knew I needed to start detailing it. I gently set it down to go grab a small paint brush from the bucket on Ms. Smith's desk. I saw Cameron roll his eyes as he began to drink from pop he had brought to class. As I was passing him, suddenly something wooden came down on my butt. I jumped a bit and turned to see Miranda grinning evilly at me with a wooden paddle in her hand. I grinned back at her. "Harder daddy."

Suddenly there was a spitting sound, and someone yelped. We all turned to see Grayson wiping his face clean of soda, and Cameron wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Ethan had begun to laugh hysterically, and didn't bother to clean up the mess that was on the table. Grayson got to his feet and walked out the door. Ms. Smith looked up as the door opened, and asked where he had gone.

"He went to clean himself up, Ms. Smith. He was in a sticky situation," Dawson said, chuckling to himself.

Miranda narrowed her eyes at his pun. "Shut the fuck up, you twat."

I couldn't help but laugh as well. Grayson deserved what he got for what he did yesterday. Karma at its finest.

I went to take a swig of my water bottle, only to see that it was empty. Grabbing it, I asked Ms. Smith if I could go refill it.

"Be quick," was all she told me.

I pushed the heavy door to the room open, and took a short walk to the water fountain. It was right next to the boy's bathroom, and I wondered if Grayson was in there. It was silent, so maybe he had gone to a different one.

I was proud of myself for not giving up the fact that I had done nothing with a guy. I'm usually the one to ruin something like that, but I'm proud that I managed to play along with it so well. I was also grateful that my friends had stuck up for me. Usually they were the ones to poke fun at me, but the roles were reversed.

Once my bottle was full, I screwed on the lid and began to head back to class. Just as I had passed the boy's bathroom, suddenly a hand shot out and grabbed my arm. It swiftly pulled me in, and before I know it I was being pinned to a wall. I gasped, too shocked to have run away. A long arm blocked my exit, trapping me in.

Grayson smirked down at me. My water bottle was pinned between us, and I was happy. It gave me some space to think, because his eyes could hold me in a trance. My bottle served as a barrier.

"You're a liar," he said.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"That whole scene back there. You're too prude to do anything like that."

Oh, that. I rolled my eyes. "How would you know? You don't know what I do outside of school."

"You go home and you study like a good girl and go volunteer at the soup kitchen or something. That's what someone like you would do," he said.

I snorted. "You're funny. Also, who said I was prude?"

"Your body did." When I gave him a confused look, he elaborated. "When you catch me staring at you, you look away. You don't like it when I stare at you; you start to squirm and get uncomfortable. If you weren't a prude, you wouldn't act like that."

I laughed in his face. "The reason why I get uncomfortable is because you're ugly. Don't flatter yourself, Grayson."

His jaw clenched, and I noticed the muscles in his arms flex. I gave an angelic smile, and because I'm a sarcastic little shit, I patted his cheek. The skin was smooth there, and it was hard not to run my fingers down his jawline. I slid beneath his arm, and left a furious Grayson silently fuming in the bathroom.

One point for Genna.