Nothing To See Here

Chapter 2 - Crybaby

I've killed three people at the ripe age of 14. Charming, right?

I've also witnessed my mother murdering my father, fell in and out of love twice, kidnapped, and I've been bullied for most of my life.

Oh, and I have a sister that forcefully sent me to a mental institution. (That bitch.)

I'm the younger one but I am usually the one handling all of the expenses as well as keeping me and my sister at high reputations. As well as making all of the gullible fools at school worship me, get spectacular grades, and stay what society says is pretty in order to hopefully get up to the surface of our city, where everyone who's rich and famous lives.

Hopefully.

I roll out of bed, my eyes half open, trudging to my hotel bathroom to get ready for today. I came out with my two-toned coloured hair braided long down my back, and a partly see-through dress. Grabbing my backpack, I walked passed the door that separated me and my sister's rooms hollering, "I'm leaving for school!"

I earned a muffled response through the door that said, "Stay safe!", which was what Badlands always told me when I decided to say something that wasn't rude to her when I was leaving. But we never say 'goodbye', because that means that you're leaving, and you're not coming back. And as terrible as she is, Badlands is my sister, and somewhere deep, deep, deep down where no one can see, is the little girl that loves her sister with all of her that wants to come out.

I sighed. She's not getting out, not today.

I painted my signature half smile and walked out the door, into the lobby where my friends for school were waiting for me, chattering about who's dating who, as well as other trivial stuff. Their eyes brightened when they saw me walking down the stairs, tackled me into a gigantic group hug.

"Babes! Brian, that nerd from the Mathletes likes you and wants to ask you out. Let's destroy that geek!" Kaitlyn, my second in command announced, calling me by my nickname 'Babes'.

The other girls shared looks of disgust and started voicing their opinions.

"Ew, ew, ew! He is so disgusting with his braces and acne and," Marie shuddered, miming throwing up.

"He's gross, put him in his place," Brianna stated.

"I hate him," Amy said, crossing her arms.

"He's a snitch Babes," Melissa agreed, her nose scrunching up.

I looked at them mischievously and declared, "He's a dead man,"

The girls cheered excitedly, happy that they have permission to put down someone. Which is what happens every day. Either they will pick someone to bully, or if I had someone who tried to stand up to me, we all go as a group, verbally abusing someone and sometimes pushing the person around. 

We walked out of the hotel gossiping to each other and walking to our school which was a climb up the stairs to one of the upper layers of the city. When we walked into the school gates, immediately I had one of my ex's, Johnathan run up to me.

"Please take me back, Babes, I'm sorry that I kissed her, I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing," he pleaded, so pitifully that it made me laugh, and the rest of my friends joined in.

"I don't care if you were drunk. You cheated, and cheaters get dumped. Now stop bothering me, I have other more important things to do than listening to your sob story," I taunted, shoving him out of the way and strutting down the hallway, looking back to see his stricken, heartbroken face. 

I laughed at him, and everyone joined in. 

I went to all of my friend's lockers, then ended with mine as we all went our separate ways until lunch. Waltzing into my homeroom, I looked around at all the people that I could care less about and finally my eyes landing on Brian. I gave him a flirtatious smile and ran my hand across his arm seductively, wiping my hand on the skirt of my dress as I sat down at my desk.

I went through my morning classes until lunch when I was putting back my books and getting my afternoon books when my friends walked up to me smiling mischievously. I nodded approvingly and led the group into the cafeteria, where we sat in our usual seats, then started talking like we usually do, when I heard footsteps coming from behind me.

"B-Babes, do you have a moment?" I heard Brian's shaking voice say from behind me, and I turned to face him, glaring.

"What do you want, geek," I demanded coldly, suddenly seeing his face go pale.

"N-Nevermind, I-I-I'll leave," he stuttered, turning around to see my friends right behind him, their arms crossed.

"No. What. Did. You. Want." I growled, grabbing his frail shoulders to face me.

"Nothing, I swear!" he yelled, as a crowd started to form.

"You thought you could ask me out," I told him, seeing his already pale figure turn white.

"You thought you had a chance with me but you don't nerd," I continued, pushing him onto the floor roughly.

"Do you need a refresher on how this place works?" I taunted, the crowd getting bigger and louder, cheering me on, filling me with energy. 

"I'm at the top, you're at the bottom. Get it?" I asked in a baby voice, like the one you would use when teaching a pre-schooler.

"Good." I finally said, after he gave no response but crying loudly.

I gave everyone a look that said, 'If you don't laugh now, that will be you next' and everyone started laughing loudly, pointing, taking pictures to post.

That's when he started sobbing hysterically, his breathing got ragged and he started curling up into a ball.

A panic attack.

I couldn't watch, I just couldn't. I pushed my way out of the crowd and grabbed my bags, running all the way to the hotel, not looking back.

I opened the door to my room quickly, shutting the door and sneaking into my sister's room, finding where she keeps her bag of rolled up joints. I took one and put the bag back in its hiding place, dashing into my room. I lit it, and took a long hit, slowly feeling the effects of the marijuana take over me, dulling my senses. 

I heard my phone go off, with the contact picture of Kaitlyn on the screen. 

She can wait.