Chapter Three: Queen Bitch Strikes

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Chapter Three: Queen Bitch Strikes

Tessa's POV

I walk into the girls' bathroom the next day. I was feeling a bit self-conscious and decided to touch up my makeup. Right as I'm walking out Queen Bitch herself decides to come in, her minions following. Now it's just normal that she would corner me. I am, of course, hanging out with her ex-boyfriend and she plans on getting him back. Let me just say, he broke up with her for a reason! She truly does live up to her nickname.

Meet Jessica Sparks. She teases everyone who isn't 'popular' on her terms. She usually stays away from me but I've crossed a line hanging out with Matt. She's claimed him as her own and everyone knows it. I know it too, I just don't care.

"You need to stop hanging out with Matt." She says coldly.

"You need to leave me alone." She must think she's special, coming up to me and saying this. I don't take orders from people and I've never been good with bullying.

"Listen; if you don't stop hanging out with Matt I will make your life a living hell."

Seriously? Like I care. I really don't need this right now. "No you listen; you need to leave me alone. I don't need to deal with your bullcrap right now."

"Or what? Are you gonna go crying to your mommy? Oh wait, I forgot you don't have a mother!" she says this with a wide smile on her face.

I start to get tears in my eyes. I don't need everyone reminding me about her death. For her to say it like its nothing isn't right. I'm really pissed and remorseful at the same time. I shove her into the bathroom stall and she trips over the toilet and falls in. I can't suppress my smile as I say "Look who's living in hell now!" Then I walk into class and let the tears fall.


When I get home Nick is waiting for me on the couch. Crap, I was hoping to avoid this discussion. I try to walk past him but he calls me out on it.

"Hey, little sis?"

"Yes?"

"What happened today?"

This surprises me. I was expecting him to ask about Matt. "What do you mean?" I try to act innocent.

"You know what I mean. Why were you crying?"

"Who told you I was crying?" I'm starting to get a little suspicious. How does he know this stuff?

"Same person who told me you went to that party and got drunk."

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god! "How did you...?" I can't finish my sentence. It dawns on me then and there. Nick's best friend, Robert, has a younger brother. That younger brother is Matt. Is that why Matt is suddenly interested in me? Matt must've seen me in the hall. He never saw me cry but my eyes were puffy coming out of class. "Why would he tell you?"

"Matt's been keeping an eye on you ever since you started high school. I was already done and I felt like I needed to protect you. Robert has been paying him to tell him everything he knows that happens to you in school, Robert then passes on this news to me. Though, recently he's been denying the pay. I can only guess that that's because he cares about you more than the money."

I don't know if that should make me feel happy or freaked out! I've had a (kind of) stalker for three years and never noticed. Then again he did stop accepting the freaking money. I don't know how to deal with this right now. I nod and walk away, taking the stairs slowly.

"We're not done with this conversation Tessa!" Nick yells after me.

"I'm done with it, Nicky!" I hear him cuss as I enter my room. At least he cared right?


The next day when Matt calls after me I ignore him. I've decided he deserves it for a while. All the stuff he's told my brother and he never bothered to step in? There were some times when help would've been nice.

After school I head up to my room, lock the door and sprawl out on my bed. I plug in my ear buds and crank up my music loud enough that I should have hearing problems when I'm eighty. A few hours later I hear a knock at the door. The doors locked, I obviously don't want company! Can't people take a hint? Good god. I slowly take out my ear buds and say "Who is it?"

"It's Matt." I hear on the other side of the door.

I managed to ignore him all day. Why doesn't he take a hint? "Go away!" I yell. Just as I'm putting my ear buds in, my knob starts to jiggle and I hear a click. What the? All of a sudden my door opens and Matt busts in with a key in his hand. Great! I roll my eyes as he comes to stand in front of me. I gingerly place me ear buds back in my ears and turn over. He obviously won't give up and takes my phone away, pulling out my ear buds in the process! He can be annoying at times.

I sit up and pretty much yell "What do you want, Matt?" I'm pretty angry right now. I just wanted to lie down and listen to my music, but no! Ugh!

"Your brother told me why you were upset and I wanted to explain." He's begging but I'm not buying it.

"Save it for someone who cares." I mutter under my breath.

He sits down at the edge of my bed and won't move. He's taking up a lot of my bed and leaving me barely any room. He notices my struggle to get comfortable and says "I'm not moving until you let me explain."

"Fine! I say in exasperation. I really want my space back. I'm so lame.

"At first I was only doing it because I was being paid." I flinch when he says this and he continues, "That was until I began to develop feelings for you. You're a beautiful girl and you're not like other girls. You're real."

What kind of feelings I wonder as I look up at him and stare deep into those deep beautiful pits of his called eyes. Dang he sure is gorgeous.

"I wanted a friend I could talk to, one who wouldn't judge me like the guys. They call me soft, so I've never really been able to talk about my feelings to them. At the party it was really me who told you everything. The only reason I know so much about you is because of what I did for Nick." He says this with a small, sad smile.

"Really?" I ask. I never knew any of this. Of course the first time he told me I was drunk. Every other day I was just too oblivious to notice.

"Really, So.. Um.. Friends?" He's nervous and its cute on him.

"Sure, Friends." I reply, smiling.

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