The Other Side of the Story

Chapter 2

I walk through the crowded halls and see Jacob, Sandy and the new girl. I was heading towards them when I was pulled towards a hard body. Oh boy, another one of those guys who think they can have me. Just because they think I’m a slut doesn’t mean I am one. Like they said don’t judge a book by its cover because between those old pages is a lesson. I was waiting for the usual ‘Hey sexy. I forgot to get your number for booty call.’ I was surprised when I heard that angelic voice.

                “Lavender wait.” Micale pulled me towards him and away from other people. He pushed me into an empty classroom and locked the door.

                “I like it rough, Mica” I say. I really hated to do this but it’s the only way. I sighed internally and gave Micale a seductive look.

                “Lavender—“ He started.

                “I prefer Lave” I replied and head towards the table to sit on top of it. I crossed my legs and my arms and gave him a bored look. “What?” I asked.

                “Look Lave, don’t do this.” He said.

                I was beyond confused. I stared at him like he was crazy. “Do what? Look I know that we don’t really get along but come on I’m dating your best friend. So I really won’t do you. Plus he’s way hotter than you” My voice raised an octave. I’ve been getting really good at this acting game.

“Lavender, I know you and Jake have a thing but I think you’ve gotten it wrong. Jacob is not your boyfriend. I don’t want you to be a laughing stock when he rejects you, ok? I honestly think that he likes the new girl” He replied. He looks sad for me. Pity. The augwipe is pitying me. I promised myself that day that no one will ever pity me again.

“Look Mica—“ I started.

“Micale, please. Only the special girl in my life can call me that” He went and cut through my speech but I was fuming and I didn’t give an augwipe about what he said.

“Mi-Ca-le, I don’t give an augwipe about what you think and I honestly don’t give two rats face about what others think. They can shove their comments on their behind and shut it. They can laugh at me for all I care but do you really think they’d be laughing to long? ‘Cause I don’t think so. Don’t you hear the rumors? I’m the Queen Bitch of this school and I can do the freak I like whenever I like it. Don’t think for a second that you’re an exception to that. That girl is Jacob’s new plaything. She’s new. He’s intrigued. He wants a taste. If it lasts long then it means he likes the chase and she’s been warned.” I huffed out of anger.

“Lavender, I’m only warning you. I don’t want you to be embarrassed and say that no one warned you.” He replied, throwing his hands up to show he doesn’t want to fight. Too bad I’m too angry to care if he doesn’t.

“Why? Because you pity me? The poor Queen Bee that no one cares about? The poor popular girl that everyone listens too because her dad a part of the board of education and is the biggest donator of this school? The poor queen bitch that everyone is laughing about because she has no real friends? Please, I don’t give a shim about it. I know that they’re using me. Guess what? I’m using them too. I don’t care and they don’t care. No emotional attachment. Just a give and take. They use me and vice versa. I don’t need you to look out for me. And don’t you dare pity me. I promised myself I would never be a weakling after that day.” I screamed at him.

“Day? Weakling? What are you talking about?” He sound confused.

From my rage I didn’t realize that I said that out loud. “Look whatever you’re doing stop it. I don’t need your help nor do I need your pity. Maybe Jacob does but not me.” I said and went out the room. I ran through the hall way out to my car. I could hear him call my name. He was running after me but I couldn’t do it. I poured out my anger to him and I said some things no one should have ever known.