Revenge On The Player

Chapter 11 (Edited)

A/N: The picture above is Amy (Character inspiration)

"No! Damn it! Where is it!?" I panicked. I rummaged through my bag while I stood in front of my locker where I had left my spare clothes.

"What? What's wrong?" Sarah asked with a worried frown.

"My clothes, I brought a spare so I could change after but it's not here and I could have sworn that I put it in here last night so I wouldn't forget," I explained.

I threw my bag into my locker in frustration and huffed. People were staring at me and murmuring to each other while snickering. I didn't think that someone covered in paint would be top-tier comedy that people would still talk about it after. I mean I think it's pure stupidity and unoriginal but that's my opinion. I guess I have a better sense of humour than others here, fair enough.

"Yes, I'm covered in paint, now piss off and stop staring at me with beady eyes!" I snapped at the hundredth person and their friend staring at me as they walked by talking in hushed voices. They shook their heads, their eyes squinting in disgust towards me. I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"Looks like someone's in a bit of a pickle huh? Aw, that's too bad," Thalia mocked with a pout.

She walked over to stand by my locker with her minion, Jasmine I think it was? Wait, no, it could have been either Josie? I forgot since I was never friends with her before I moved and neither do I care, because I know for a matter of fact she's just like Thalia. I guess now she got downgraded to sidekick status, must be rough but eh, not my problem.

"What are you doing here?" Amanda snapped, crossing her arms.

"Oh you know, just checking on Amy here," Thalia said in the fakest cheery tone I've ever heard and that's saying a lot, I've heard many. I squinted my eyes at her suspiciously then at the other girl who was chewing gum obnoxiously loud while looking at her nails as if it were the most interesting thing on the whole planet.

"You took my clothes didn't you?" I accused her. She fake gasped.

"I would never," she lied before a smirk broke out across her lips.

Oh, how I wish I could punch her just to teach her a lesson. I had to tamper down my irritation. There was a fire burning within and I'm about to lose my temper in a moment if she doesn't fuck off from my face. All I wanted was my clothes; that was it.

"See I wonder...if I throw a stick, will you leave?" I pretended to ponder about it. "I mean you are a bitch so it could work on getting you to leave to go fetch the stick," I purposely provoked with my own smirk.

If this were a cartoon, there'd be steam coming out of her ears but too bad, it's reality. I can only laugh at her red-as-a-tomato face as she huffed in anger. Two points for me it seems, victory is truly sweet. If only I could get a medal for it.

"Good luck walking around like the girl from the movie Carrie slut," Thalia hissed. "Jessica!" she shouted, startling the girl next to her.

She then spun around in her latest Gucci heels before stomping down the hall, shoving anyone that was in her way, simply walking in the other direction. Her minion, Jessica I guess her name was, ran and stumbled behind trying to catch up, almost face-planting it onto the tiled floor. I so wish that happened, it would have been amusing even though it would have been more amusing if both of them stacked it.

"What now?" I sighed as I slammed my locker shut and rubbed my temple.

"What's going on here ladies?" Dillon asked, walking up to us after finishing up talking to his chemistry teacher about an assignment he had or whatever. "Are you okay?" he asked, stepping forward to stand in front of me, practically shielding me from the onlookers of students and trapping me with my back against my locker. He cupped my cheek and tilted my head to look him in the eyes.