The Bad Boy's Games

Chapter 14

I woke up on the floor, my hair tangled and my back aching. My phone lay next to me, highlighting the time. It's 5 pm. I slowly stood up, groaning, and everything came flooding back to me.

"Nicole," I growled. I kicked the leg of my desk as hard as I could, but instantly regretted it, hopping around my room, clutching my now red leg. How attractive am I?

Well I'm obviously not good enough for Rachel.

As soon as I came home from school, all I wanted to do was take a break from everything and shut the world out. It's not like my life is anywhere near perfect. But of course, the one time I needed some peace and quiet was the one time Rachel finally decided to snapchat me.

I dreaded reading the snapchat, I really did. But I figured that if I don't reply quickly, she'd get mad at me, because Rachel gets mad at me for everything I do. And I didn't want to make things worse. So I grabbed my phone. I now wish I hadn't.

Before my eyes was a picture of Rachel and - UGH - Nicole, posing with those stupid peace signs half covering their faces. They wore revealing clothes in this hideous mirror selfie. Ok it wasn't hideous, but they were pretty much naked and it was making me gag. What was worse, was that guess who stood behind them, with a hand on each of their slut butts?

Hunter.

Of course.

Nicole held a bottle in one hand.. Was that alcohol? Ew. And Rachel had on a load of makeup. She looked like a friggin clown.

Rachel sent me a message, reading: "Are you mad at me? Well I bet you're regretting ever pissing me off."

Like WHAT?!

First of all, I wasn't mad at her to begin with! It's not my fault she went all b*tchy on me!!! So what was I supposed to do, act all kind and put a fake smile on my face, as always? Well, I've been doing it ever since 3rd grade when she moved here, and I was tired of her picking on me. She spreads lies about me, trying to make my other friends hate me. She was telling everyone I was mad at her. I truly wasn't. I just wished she'd realize that she's two-faced, and it's hurting so many people, because all she does is feel sorry for herself and go around following the popular kids. She's a follower and she hurt me, and nick, and Austin, and countless other people. But if I ever said that, she'd throw a tantrum and wouldn't "forgive me". Alright... Is that fair?

But she was turning into a slut.

Not her too! I thought, a single tear running down my cheek. I hardly ever cry. I keep my emotions inside me. But this single picture triggered my emotions to run wild, and I couldn't take it anymore, holding it in. So I cried and was hysterical until I fell asleep, and now it was 5 pm.

The house was deadly quiet. I peeped into Jenny's room, but no one was there. I hastily rushed down the stairs and searched the entire house. Soon, I realized that I was alone. In a way, this was nice. But how could no one have informed me. I huffed and headed to the kitchen, flinging open the Fridge. I'm a food loverrr. There was a rice pudding in the fridge so I grabbed it, and found a note stuck to it.

Hey Jade,

I had a feeling you'd eat this. But anyway, I went out with some friends, and I'll be home by 7. Oh and Mom called. She said she'll be home late today. She's coming home at 9.

Call me if need be.

-Jennifer

Her handwriting is so damn perfect. Why couldn't she have just texted me or something? It would've been so much easier.

I laughed and stabbed the pudding with my spoon. I LOVEEEEE FOOOD.

Rachel loves food, too, A voice said in the back of my mind, But all she does is complain about her diet.

I brushed it off. Whatever. I need to stop thinking about her. I tried to distract myself and watched TV. Spongebob was on! He's my future husband. Yes yes yes I know he's a sea sponge but I'm willing do to anything for our undying love. Don't judge.

After a while, that got boring, so I went on Instagram. Why was I not surprised that my feed was flooded with hot pictures of One Direction, a bunch of high schoolers, and Mike? ;)

Someone posted a picture of this app called Ask.fm, where you can ask questions to the user anonymously.

Someone commented on the picture.

Someone named Hunter.

I clicked his profile, the fury rising in me. In his bio was a link to his ask. I had a plan.