The Cheerleader

Chapter Sixteen: We Need To Talk

On the way to school, I keep thinking about Ashtons new girlfriend. What if her and Georgia are related? They can't be. I'm getting worked up over nothing, Matthews is a popular surname. However there is still a chance.

This morning I decided to give not trying to care a go today at school. I'm not gonna care how much people push for answers about me and Carter. All that matters I know is that the rumours aren't true.

I park my car in the same spot as I always do and get out. A couple of soft mores look up and start whispering to each other. Here comes the start of the rumour train. An uneasy feeling sets in my stomach, what are people making up about me?

When I get inside school I'm greeted by a band of cheerleaders, demanding for answers, the ring leader is of course Chelle.
"Where the hell were you this weekend?" She asks, hungry for gossip. I really can't be bothered to explain myself. Also, I'm not gonna tell them the whole story.

"Were you really arrested with Carter for stealing from the mall?" Piper asks.
"I heard you spray painted Mr Lee's car," says a random cheerleader. One even asked if we murdered someone, I'll murder all these cheerleaders in a second if they don't shut up.

"No none of that, it was all a misunderstanding. I was at the wrong place at the wrong time and they let me off with a warning," I tell them and some look slightly disappointed.
Chelle looks at me unconvinced.
"So why were you with Carter?" She asks and all eyes slide back to me again.
Can she just quit it with the snooping.

"We're friends Chelle, chill," I snap at her. It feels perculiar saying that we're friends, it's unfamiliar territory but I have to admit it does feel strangely right.
"Friends with the schools man whore, how convenient," she sneers.
"We all know you're the school's slut Si," she further tests my patience.

Me the school slut? I have a boyfriend that I've always been faithful too. Whereas she jumps onto any boy that's willing.
"I guess we all have our own opinions," I smirk, I no longer care what Chelle thinks. She's obviously irrelevant.

I can tell by her expression that she's annoyed that I didn't get worked up. I'm not going to give her the reaction she's looking for.
I like the feeling of not caring.

***

I've barely thought of Gray this weekend. Through everything that happened with Carter, the thought of him didn't even grace my mind. I haven't spoken to him in ages but having another argument with him tires me. It's all we've ever been doing recently. If he wants to go off with The Lamb, it's his loss.

I don't have to care anymore.

When going onto the food court at lunch, quite a few people are looking at me. I learned though that no one is disgusted me, they actually think it's cool that I got arrested. Loads of people keep asking about it, it makes me a smile a bit.

I head towards the popular table and sit next to the dance captain, Eliza and her friends. I don't really wanna sit with the wining cheerleaders. They're really getting on my nerves.

I don't wanna make eye contact with Grayson so I don't even look his way.
"So Sierra and Carter then," says one of the footballers on the far side of the table.
I glance over at them and Grayson eyes are on me but I can't quite meet his gaze.
"I'm sure they were banging," laughs Gray's best friend, Kade.

"You can't always believe the things you hear," I laugh, this not caring thing is easier than I thought.

"Can I talk to you outside?" Gray asks suddenly and everyone makes an ohh sound. Why do we have to talk now?
I'm really not in the mood.
However, I nod and reluctantly follow him out.