bad boys girl | g.d

T W E L V E

Elle

"Alissa, its nothing." I say keeping my eyes on the floor.

Alissa continues pacing around my room with her hands running through her hair.

I shift my spot on my bed and Alissa stops and stares at me.

"I can't believe you, Elle. Are you changing back into the old you?" She says grabbing the cigarette box from me.

"What does it matter? It was just one cigarette." I shrug and watch as she throws it in the garbage in my room.

"One cigarette leads to two which leads to three and then you get addicted." She folds her arms and flares at me.

"Thanks for looking out for me, but I know what I'm doing. Trust me." I get up off my bed and walk out of my room.

Alissa follows me down the stairs and outside. "No, cause you matter and I'm not going to trust you with something like this."

I begin walking somewhere, I don't know where to, but just away. "Where are you going, Elle?" Alissa asks and I hear her running to catch up to me.

"Wherever my feet decide to take me." I say calmly. I continue walking until I get to a dead end. I sigh and turn around.

Alissa was gone. My eyes widen and I run back home. I barge through the door and run upstairs towards my room.

I see Alissa going through my stuff. "What are you doing? Can't a girl have a little privacy here?" I yell.
Alissa looks down, dissapointed and holds up a bag with stuff inside.
My face drops and I stutter. "That's not mine. I swear." I hold my hands up in defense and Alissa sighs in frustration.

"Stop lying, Elle. Why are you smoking weed?" She says through gritted teeth.

"Its not mine." I'm yelling at this point. She rolls her eyes and throws that away as well.

"Then who put it there? Who are you hanging out with, Elle?" She taps her foot on the floor and I avoid all eye contact with her.

"The only other person who has been on my room other than you and my mom is Grayson." I pause.

"But he wouldn't set me up like that." Alissa frowns, "You sure about that? I've known Grayson since we were little babies in diapers."

I nod, "I'm 99.9% sure." "Whatever, Elle. You don't know what you're getting involved in with him. He's bad news. Don't say I didn't warn you when you see his true colors."

Alissa storms out and I flop onto my bed and scream in anger, confusion, and sadness. I grab my phone and play some games to help calm me down.

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"I'm going to be late Mom." I rush her and she grabs her keys. "Go start the car."

She hands me the keys and I rush out the door and sit in the passenger seat, waiting for my mom to come out.

Alissa hasn't talked to me ever since Sunday. When she found all that junk in my bedroom.

I honk twice and my mom comes out. "Hurry." She pulls out of the driveway and speeds off to my school.

I kiss her on the cheek and get out of the car, making sure not to slam the door behind me. I swing my backpack over my shoulder and walk through the doors.

I hurry to my locker and put my stuff away. I slam it shut and turn the corner and run into someone.

"I'm so sorry." I hand the person their stuff and I see Grayson. "Oh, nevermind. You deserve that." I throw his stuff back on the ground and storm off.

It was his fault me and Alissa aren't talking. He is the only one who has been in my room other than Alissa and my mom. He was the only explanation for the weed Alissa found.

I walk into Art and slump down in my seat and stick a piece of gum in my mouth. I sit patiently waiting for the bell to ring.

The bell rings and everyone rushes to their seats and some people hurry into class.

I feel eyes piercing into my skin and I look up from my hands and my eyes wander the room.

They pass Grayson's and our eyes lock. I glare at him and he copies my actions.

I stick my tongue out at him as I flip him off. He does nothing so I lean back in my seat more.

"So today, we are going to be drawing what we are feeling at this moment." The teacher smiles and hands us our sketchpads and our drawing tools.

"Alright, get started." The teacher says and walks around the room watching the students.

I tap my pencil against my desk and think of the first feeling that comes to my mind.

Anger. Sadness. Frustration.

There is just too many. I pick up my pencil and begin to draw away on my sketchpad.

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I set my pencil down and lean back in my seat and cross my legs. My eyes wander all the drawing that I could see from my seat.

I admire the quiet kid's drawing. His name was Jackson, I think. I lean forward trying to get a better view of the drawing.

It was a picture of an eye. With hands inside. Like someone banging on a window. Screaming out for help, or like someone trapped inside trying to break free.

I couldn't wait to see what he was feeling when he drew that masterpiece.

The teacher smiled and tapped her pencil on her desk, catching everyone's attention. "Okay, bring your drawings tomorrow. Unfortunately we don't have time to share today, so we will tomorrow."

I gather all my stuff up and sit patiently waiting for the bell to ring. "You are dismissed." The teacher says while the bell rings.

I hurry out the door only to be pushed into the restroom by someone. Before I can see who it is I'm forced into a stall.

My back was facing the stall door, or the person, if they were still there. I turn around slowly only to be met by Grayson.

"Really?" I scoff and fold my arms as I stare him down. "Why are you so mad at me?" He asks and he doesn't take his eyes off mine.

"You know exactly why." I glare at him and try to push him out of the way. "You aren't going anywhere babygirl, not until you tell me why you're so mad at me."

He gives me an intimidating look and I just continue to stare at him not saying a word.

"Guess we are going to be in her for a while then." I finally say before the bell goes off, signaling that 2nd period has now started.

[A/N: HEY GUYS!!! I actually tried to write like a good writer this time so hopefully the chapter is a little better. As always, tell me what ya thought😄 I love y'all, STAY SMEXY 😘]