Look What The Cat Dragged In

Chapter 3

"Hey Stone." I said coldly, not even looking up from my worksheet. It was on Nutrition and Fats.
"Whatcha doing?" She asked stupidly. What type of a question is that? This girl is honestly screwed in the brain.
"The work, we've been assigned," I said, and then with a smile, "it's about Nutrition and Fats. Ya know, you could learn a lot from this, you needa lose a few pounds."
She looked down at her belly, which was uncovered by a small white crop top, that barely passed her rib cage. "Are you calling me fat, Anderson?" She accused.
I jumped back in mock horror. "I would never! I'm more creative than that."

She turned away and started talking to another girl in the class. Every now and then you could hear a loud pop, and you just knew it came from Rebecca. I wonder what she does will all the gum she's chewed. She could probably make a massive gum-ball by now. That would be cool, if it were someone else, and gross too.

The work was easy, I had it finished within the first 20 minutes of class. Coach Pete didn't really care if we were on out phones in class, it was our choice if we ruined our education, plus he gets paid the same anyway. I pulled out my phone and started texting Hannah.

~ heyyyy
~ hey, shouldn't you be in class?
~ yeah I am, I've got health
~ with Rebecca?
~ yeah :(
~ poor girl
~ ikr. anyway, what are the plans for this weekend?
~ girlssss nighttt XD
~ yasssss, who's place?
~ mine, the rents are out of town.
~ sounds good
~ yayyyyy

The conversation was longer than that, it continued on and on. We started talking about boys, about how none of us threw girlies has a boy in mind. Then we talked about Rebecca. Oh how we talk so much crap behind her back. People say you shouldn't say anything behind someone's back you wouldn't say to their face, but I'd have no problem saying this stuff to Rebecca's ugly ass face. Plus, I know we're not the worst at talking crap. Rebecca and Sarah are best known for talking crap. Every girl in the school, including the nerdy ones, who stick to themselves and barely ever utter a peep, have been called a slut, ugly, a bitch. I don't care though, it doesn't affect me.

I'm not a ugly, bitchy slut. But I can tell you someone who is. Yep that's right, Rebecca Stone. She also thinks she runs this joint, which is almost true, because almost everyone is either A) afraid of her, or B) respect her. She's thinks everyone likes her, which is not entirely true. Respecting someone, does not mean they like you.

In the school system, we have the big predators. I sat big, but once you get into the real world, they're little predators. Let's call them cats. The big predators, cats, are the snobs. The ones who think they're top stuff. And then you go down the line. We have the students who don't have a rats ass what goes on around them. We'll call them the rats. Cats don't attack the rats that often, as sometimes they bite back. And then you've got the low life, the mice. These are the poor souls that are continuously being shred to pieces by the cats. It's a pretty cruel system. But don't let me forget the teachers. They're just here to get paid. Like dogs, who don't really care about the rest of the animals, and just want to be fed or pet. Which is probably true for some teachers.

This time I didn't miss the bell for our first break. I had already packed up the only thing I used, my pencil case, even though I barely used it. As the bell went, I raced out the door away from Coach before he could give a lecture like last week. The rest of the day flew by in a blaze of flying colours. It don't remember much but I recall that Hannah threw something or other at Rebecca's back during lunch, and it stuck. It was still there when school ended.

I asked my two friends if they needed a lift home, but they already had plans to get Rose's mum to pick em up and drop them off at home, just before she went to work. So I was stuck to driving home by myself.

I slowly pulled out of my parking lot and out through the big gates. The traffic wasn't too bad, and I managed to scoot along just nicely. Slowly but surely I was getting home. I decided to take the long way home, taking backstreets and places I probably shouldn't be driving in.

And then there was that damn horn. The stupid musical one, the one that just beeped out some tune. I don't even know the name d it. But I know who's car it came from. I was at some traffic lights, when Austin Sparrows red Jeep pulled up next to me. I saw Rebecca in the passenger seat, and she scowled at me.

He called out to me, "Care for a race, Anderson?" He laughed and revved the engine.

Shoot, I don't want to do this. Looks like I didn't have a choice though, as another car, that of Austins best mate, Brian Hall, pull up behind me, trapping me in the race. I knew this couldn't end well, but I couldn't help it.

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Authors Note:
Hey so yeah, I've uploaded today three chapters so far, and I've still got one more ready but I'm not sure if I should pay it or not? I'll probably be posting one chapter every two days maybe? Or wait a week or so and post a bulk? What do you prefer? maybe comment 🤷🏻‍♂️