One More Year

Chapter 5 ~ Uncomfortable Confrontations

AN ~ Blair's outfit for the party pictured above :)

The remainder of the day passed without any siblings hating on me or freshmen's colliding with me, which I took as a good sign.

A sigh escapes my chapped lips as I throw my backpack over my shoulder and slam my locker shut. Today was shit and I couldn't wait for Drew's tonight. The allure of alcohol has become stronger and stronger the longer I stayed at this hell hole.

I turned on my heel, walking towards the car park longing for the solitude of my car and the blasting music that accompanied it. Unfortunately, I was stopped by a soft voice.

"Blair" The voice timidly called out.

I pivot around to find the owner of the voice and spot Mr. Harper yet again leaning on the classrooms doorframe watching me, however, the voice was too delicate to belong to him. I keep scanning my eyes over the hallways before my large green ones meet the soft brown ones of the raven-haired girl. My eyebrows furrow as she approaches me, and I quickly scan the hallways in search of her short-tempered brother.

"Um, yes?" I ask uncertainty clear in my voice.

"I just wanted to say sorry and thank you, you know, for what you did back there in the cafeteria She stutters out looking at the ground. I know Ashton would never say it himself due to his man pride and all" She laughs to herself continuing to look down at her feet while tucking a strand of her silky hair behind her pixie shaped ears.

"Oh, it's no worries I really don't mind" "Like Mary Mackillop said, never see a need without doing something about" I ramble on embarrassed and feeling the awkwardness of the situation seeping into my bones.

I hear a person scoff behind me and I whirl around to meet the baby blue eyes of the raven-haired boy.

"Um, hi" I squeak out afraid of the argument that is bound to happen when faced with the boy.

He rolls his eyes at me again before speaking in a clipped, strict tone.

"Lauren, I told you not to associate with people like her" He spat the last part at me.

Okay I get he may not like me but he ain't gotta categorise me, I thought to myself.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him, anger bubbling up in my veins.

"What people like you?" He quizzes me, pushing my buttons purposely. I nod slightly indicating for him to further explain his opinion.

"Oh, you know rich bitches that have their daddy's buy them everything and ride the social ladder upwards by sucking everyone's dick. And not to mention the whole goody-two-shoes act you have going on, you think the whole school loves you and if they don't you'll use daddy's money to buy them. You think every guy loves you and all the girls want to be you, well newsflash bimbo you're just a rich slut that uses her popularity to get her places" He spits at me venom lacing each one of his words.

I'm shocked, to say the least, but his hurtful words did not end there.

"You are nothing other than a stupid" He takes a step forward.

"Ugly" Another step forward

"Little" A step forward.

"Slut," He says his face a mere three inches from mine. Flashbacks from Jeff and I's encounters dart through my mind making me subconsciously take a step back and lower my head in submission.

I close my eyes bringing my thumb to my mouth and blow air onto the nailbed in an attempt to calm my elevated heart rate. I expel all images of Jeff from my mind and look back up at the Raven-haired boy and his sibling who is stood there with clear shock and horror splayed across her features.