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Friendzoned

I walked into my room and threw my back pack down next to my desk and collapsed onto my bed. I lay on my back staring up at my ceiling.

After I got the threat of a lifetime today my friends all assured me that I would be fine. Andrew and the guys said they would 'handle it'. I didn't really understand what they meant by that. How do you handle this type of situation? Are they going to monitor me to make sure Rebecca doesn't kill me? Are they going to tie her down to a chair and let her sit there until she's not mad at me anymore, or at least until graduation? Ha ha, no. They aren't. As good as that sounded to me they couldn't do that. So there is literally no way of 'handling' this situation.

This was kind of a weird feeling for me. I'd never been threatened before. Should I, I don't know, hide? Should I try homeschooling? No, I couldn't do that. Or could I? No, I shouldn't. If I don't have school I will literally never leave the house and I need some social interraction. Otherwise I'll end up alone for the rest of my life. I might get a cat because that's what all lonely women do right? That's a good plan, I'll get a cat. Maybe two.

Hold on, what am I talking about? I can't be some lonely cat lady! I'm allergic to cats. I'll just get a dog. That's better. Maybe I'll get two dogs then.

Or four.

Or seven.

I sat up quickly on my bed and rubbed my temples.

"Come on Natalia, what are you thinking?" I said to myself. "You are not going to be some animal hoarder, and you are not going on home school."

I got off my bed and shook my head a little to clear my mind.

"I need brain food." I said walking out of my bedroom and into the kitchen.

I walked to the fridge and opened it up. There wasn't much to choose from. I closed it, feeling disappointed, and walked to the cupboard to find the peanut butter. Sometimes all you need to clear your mind is a spoonfull of peanut butter.

I sighed and looked around my empty kitchen. My mom was working late again today. She was a magazine editor. Her job paid pretty well, but the downside was that she had to work late often. And then there was my dad. He was a lawyer. Which never really made sense to me. I mean, he was always really fun and childish at home. I just don't understand how you can go from scary serious lawyer, to fun dad. I wasn't complaining though. It was always a party when dad was around. When being the key word. He was almost never home. His job was really demanding. I understand though. My parents don't mean to be gone all of the time, and it's not like their leaving me at home to go party or something so I'm fine with it. As fine as I can be.

I sighed again.

Well, I thought looking at my third spoonfull of peanut butter, looks like it's just you and me.

After the final bell on Friday, I let out a deep sigh of relief. I gathered up my stuff and started putting it into my back pack. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't paranoid. I've been jumpy all week.

I've been looking over my shoulder constantly since Rebecca threatened me. She hasn't done anything though. She hasn't even looked at me actually. That didn't calm my nerves though. I just know that the moment I let my guard down, she's going to strike. That definitely won't be fun.

"You ready?" Cole asked me.

I nodded and we made our way out into the hallway. Cole walked with me to my locker and I put my books inside of it. Cole's locker was just a few down from mine so he walked to it to put his own books away. I was about to close my locker when I felt a hand on my shoulder. My heart stopped as I spun around quickly.