chapter four; maybelle's pov:
cOnNorS DiCk
con: WAKE UP!! I HEARD SOMETHING HIT MY WINDOW IM FREAKIN OUT MAN
tris: dude, that was me.
con: WHAT? TRISTAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING AT MY HOUSE AT THREE IN THE MORNING?
tris: kidding it wasn't me bahaha im in my bed
con: aHAHA YOURE SO FUNNY
con: HELP
con: THERES KNOCKING ON MY WINDOW
con: ITS GETTING LOUDER
me: its raining
con: SO?
james: so that means, there's probably rain or hail hitting your window. the rain is also heavy..
con: oHhhh that should explain it
me: nah shit sherlock
brad: i wanted to sleep children
me: i thought you went at 9?
brad: i ended up watching breaking bad
james: of course you did.
brad: shutup mcvey
tris: hey has anyone done the math hw??
me: no one does hw, even us losers
james: why do want math hw at three in the morning?
tris: so i could do it
james: you had a week to do it dickhead
tris: but i was busy
james: doing what evans?
con: rooting girls
me: TRISTAN I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS??
tris: SORRY MAYBELLE
me: as you should be
tris: im actually extremely sorry, i love you maybelle
brad: aw friendship
tris: but actually who did it??
tris: IK YOU GUYS ARE READING THIS, DONT IGNORE ME
tris: GUYYS
tris: DONT IGNORE ME ASSHOLES
tris: THIS IS SO RUDE
tris: i give up
brad: i give up on you too
tris: alexa play loyal by chris brown
tris: these hoes ain't loyall
brad: say something im giving up on youuu
brad: i won't be the one cause i don't want tooo
me: lovers to enemies
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i lock my phone as i emerge from my bed to get ready to conquer another shitty day at hell. that school is hella problematic, from the bitchy teachers to the football team who can't keep it in their pants. then there's also ryder, who thinks he's the king. he can keep thinking that in his twisted mind - let's just let him have some fun.
i quickly get dressed, pack my bag, scoff down breakfast and brush my teeth and scramble out the door to the bus stop. my heard pounds from all the sprinting, cause your girls always late. i hate being early tho, like it's just a waste of time and besides being fashionably late creates an entrance. not that anyone even notices when i walk in lmao.
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the tapping from my pen fills the slightly silent classroom as i sit staring at my paper. fuck i hate this class. shit teacher, shit subject. even shittier classmates. im alone in this class as well, so i just have to quietly sit by myself and pretend to do work.
i yawn, spreading my arms out behind my back, locking eyes with ryder as i do so. he smirks. asshole. i just wish i could punch him. i know he's planning to embarrass me, it's like his only personality trait to put down others to hide the fact that he's so insecure.
"i have something to say," i hear ryder exclaim as he stands up at the front of the room, "maybelle turners parents left her when she was a kid, so now she's being raised by her grandma who pretends to be her mom."
gasps filled the room. how the fuck did he know that? and the fucking audacity to announce to a whole room of teenage drama leeches. no one needs to know i grew up with a shitty parent role model. i haven't had the best life, been very poor driven and not having much to live off. i used to have no friends at all through elementary and middle school, however i found the four dickheads during high school, who seemed to be just as strange as i am. which made me feel so much better. i felt as though i finally could have some support and respect. still get a hard time from the rest of the school, not sure why tho.
i felt the tears starting to form in my eyes, one by one slowly falling down my cheek. my vision started to become blurry, i had to leave. i stood up and bolted out the door, to the bathroom. i sobbed and sobbed, watching as the tears met with the plug of the bathroom sink. he is such a cunt. i know he's gonna go after the rest of my group now, one by one revealing more secrets, and he seemed to have something else planned - something big.
i wiped my eyes and headed towards to door, meeting with the boys.
"may bae! are you okay? we heard what ryder said. what a fucking dick. we'll get him back." Brad says, engulfing me in a hug. i sob into his chest.
"why would he do that? that's my private life!" i cry out, "he just can't help himself."
"absolute dog." Tristan states.
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authors note:
enjoy this scrap i put together. it's currently almost three am, and i haven't updated this book since 2017, hence the unfunny and shitty written chapters - fourteen year old me thought they were absolutely and utterly amazing. lmao. nineteen year old me however thinks it's fucking cringe but yolo
