The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)

Chapter 11

Embarrassed I looked everywhere but dad, crossing my arms and twiddling my fingers on my arms.
"So May red explain to me why the hell you were out for so long, do you have any damn idea what time it is?"
"No..." I mumbled
"3 fucking am, and you know what, you have school tommorow and I can smell the alcohol from here. So this is how it's going to go, you're going to tell me where you went and who you were with and then go scoot your ass to bed."
"Uhm no?"
"What'd you just say?"
"No?"
"May red lee grou you are starting to become a pain in the ass. Will you just Fucking listen to me for one damn second!" i listened as he went from italian to english, leaning more towards italian.
"Why" maybe if I act like I'm 3 I'll be able to get away.
"May red just go to your damn room before I do something regrettable..." he said lowly his heavy accent starting to drudge through as he glared at me, his voice taking on a new undertone. Something dark, something that made me think in twice my drunken state of mind. Quickly I scuttled off passed him, wobbling through the dark house and stairs. Once I made it up the stairs to my room I flicked on the light. My rooms shit sty, Clothes and other little things cluttered the floor from earlier and I have yet to fill the large room with furniture. It seems so lonely.
Slowly I walked into the bathroom and flicked on the other light and stood in front of scrutinizing mirror. I look as how I feel and it can be easily described in one word: shit. My orange-y hair is such tight curls you'd only be able to imagine them on someone who Latina(o), biracial, or African. Now now my ass length hair is at my ribs and a frizzy mess. My bandou that I was wearing under my tank top is basically off, somehow keeping all the important stuff covered. I laughed, damn thing only covers about half of my breasts.
"I can't believe I went out like this..." I groaned, dramatically I turned around , in a drunken messI lightly slipped but caught myself. Looking around I grabbed the nozzle to the shower and twisted it while somehow managing to fall into the bathtub.
"Oh shit it's cold!" I yelled as tried to find somewhere to put my hand in a bleak attempt to warm myself as the water itself heated. In the next 30 minutes I had somehow gotten the wet clothes off, somehow forgetting to take them off before I got into the shower, and scrub myself clean. with no general sense of direction I looked around, there's a few towels rolled up and placed on the counter.
"Where the fuck did those come from..." brushing it off I wrapped it around me and shoved my hair into another, lazily wrapping it up. Slowly I waddled into my bedroom flicking the lights off, letting out a loud yawn as I fell onto my couch of a bed bed, sooner than I could keep track I fell into a deep sleep.
....
"Oh my god why the fuck are you naked?!" I heard voice boomed throughout the large hollow room. I feel there was no correct way to respond. So in return I had no other choice than to let out a shrill  scream out. Before I had the chance to yell my door slammed shut and I was left with the resultS of last night. My head throbbed and a dreary feeling pulled at my face causing me to slouch back down on the couch.
"Fucking a" I grumbled as I turned and laid on my stoMach side down on the velvet couch, slowly I closed my eyes in hopes of forgetting the miserableness that body is Succumbing to.
*bsang bang bang*
"Get up or we're leaving without you!" I gave a dull scream in reply and rolled off the couch in a naked heap of flesh. Ugh, I hate hangovers... lightly gripping my head I grabbed a pair of seemingly clean underwear, a white flowly shirt with thick straps and way too loose sleeves and some bell bottom pants. As quietly as physically possible I put my clothes on and messily braided my unbrushed hair. Grabbing my textbook-less bag I trudged down the stairs and met the hazel eyes of my younger,
"What the hell happened to you?"
"Shh 'get out of me swamp'" I mumbled as I shoved my finger onto his mouth, swishing his lips around.
"Did You just quote 'shrek'?"
"Onion Onion swamp swamp not get out of me" i mumbled lightly, fuck i still might be mildly drunk, aw shit i also forgot to brush my teeth. With a rough sigh i walked to where the cars are, Gray suddenly taking the hint unlocked the door to the old camaro. Looking around i noticed a pair sunglasses on the windshield, being the greedy nub i am i took and shoved them on my face.
"Yes, please, just help yourself to everything i fucking own."
"Hey now you're an all star get..."
"Why the hell do you keep saying memes"
"All that glitters is gold"
"Jesus you're drunk"
"Only shooting stars break the mow-eu-wold"
It wasn't long till we pulled into the parking lot of a small brick school. Well this is queer, the building looked quite old and not very modern. I thought mom and dad would've sent them to a rich prIvate school with prodigies of all types. I watched as grey pulled into the student parking lot his face seemingly strained, I simply paid no mind. Before I knew it the car was parked and I was somehow getting out of said.car, the sun sent heavy of  nesea to me. As if trying to tell me that this day was going to suck balls. Lack lusteusterdly I followed Gray into the small school, unlike my Old one, it's quiet with not too many people chatting about the premise. Quickly he swung the heavy gray door open and I begrudgingly followed, looking around I could tell a few things.
This is schools has shit colors
Ryland high is a terrible name
I watched as he opened what I assumed Is the administrative departments door, he did all the talking making up a bullshit coverup On how I can't speak when I'm nervous. It seemed like no time till I was with schedule and out, but my day had yet to begin, and this is where it suddenly seemEd to.

Walking out of the blue room with grey, I lightly leaned on him, using his arm as a form of support.
*tgwat!*
i felt a light thud on my ass, it sounded worse than it felt.
"Well looks the hipster shit got a girl and hot one at that" 
"the fuck do you want" gray said as he turned around, shaking me off.
"i think i may want her" the tall brunette said as he stared at me with a pointed face. hes hot, i won't lie, but i'm not a toy to be passed around.
"excuse you chad, but i came here to have a good time and you're killing my fucking vibe" i said as i studied my purple fist, trying to bend my fingers.
"did you just call me chad? and all i heard was good time and fucking vibe, so you know what-" chad was quickly cut off by grey, clearly he no longer wanted to hear what chad had to say.
"fuck off, she's my sister and no matter how much she Fucking annoys me you can't just go up And fucking say that. at leasy not next to me anywsys... fucking piece of shit" he said in a angry heap
"did i hear that right? this scrawny. piece. of -"
at that moment chad met my bad fist and you know what, i didn't feel a fuckung thing.
"fuck off cunt" quickly he grabbed me by the chin and tilted my face up so i'm looking at him in the eyes.
"listen here bitch, i want you, i think you're hot, but you don't dare slap me again." he started his brown into my green as if to declare dominance, but i'm not going to let him win it.
"if you dont get youre fucjung hand off of my face i'm going to spit in yours" i practically growled out. Quickly I started to hog up a loogie but as quickly as I started my face was quickly thrown and I was shoved back into gray.
"Fucking drunk." He said as he walked away in a angry heap.
I looked at gray his face is unreadable, bit his posture gave it all away. He was angry and you could tell by the little things, like the way he clenched his fist and the tense breathing, his face really wasn't red, but it was lightly tinged.
"Are you alright?" I asked, I looked at him hesitantly,
"I'm fine, I think I should be asking you the same." He said a little more light heartedly which seemed more or so the opposite of the tense demeanor he held.
"Well that was sobering" I said as I wasked away not really knowing where I was going, but at the same trying to forget what just happened. Stuff like that can really get a mind churning. Possibilities are endless, but there's only one result and all are determined by the factors leading up to. With all regards aside I looked as gray tugged my arm indicating that I'm going the other way.
"So what's class first"
"History"
"Cool"
***
History has gone by with a Breeze, turns out my first day here was a little different than my first day at my old school. There was no dicks drawn on the teacher and no one made any comments towards my flower-ish name. I'm not quite sure how I like this. As biza as it sounds I kind of miss getting teased, in a weird sense it makes life seem less dull, like there's something to dwell over. School over all went by without a hitch and with it I learned something very shocking to murky eyes. Grey was not popular, Jake didn't bother with grey and more or so just acts like a dick to him. I kind of feel bad, like I've always had this premonition that Jake like this protector and guide of the sorts. Like a daddy, but in the non kink way. Ew never mind, that doesn't work. But either way this is kind of... I don't know... maybe fucked up, I'm not sure how to properly describe it.

It seemed like no time had gone by till it was back to Friday again, along with it my hand had quickly started to heal. And thank fucking god for it too, i'm not sure How i would've put up with this shit hand. It also seems that somewhere on Tuesday mom had put it a queen size bed in my room, I also had my desk delivered too. So on the bright note week wasn't too bad. But now it's the weekend and that usually calls for no good.