Whiskey Lullaby

For those of you who are wondering, yes, part of Tristen's speech in the last chapter was from Keith Urban's song Stupid Boy. :)

The assembly seemed to go on forever, in fact, Principal Melgrove made it last so long that my butt fell asleep.

When Melgrove released us to go on to class I let out a heavy sigh of relief, but that didn't last long because as I went to get up, I felt a hand grab my arm. I turn my head slightly to the left, figuring out that Bobby was the one who had a death grip on my arm before I even turned my head.

"Tristen.." he spoke in a low, quiet, almost terrified voice.

I cleared my throat so I could hold back the almost choking sound that would soon come from the back of my throat, "Yes, Bobby?'

"I know you miss her just as much as I do, I really hope you don't mind that I made you leader of the group," he said.

I nod my head, "I miss her like crazy. Of course I don't mind.. but, there's also one more thing that needs to be done."

Bobby looked at me with a very confused expression on his face. 

"Yeah.. I'm going to make sure Shania and her cliche stop bullying people.. I won't stop until I can stop them.. even if it's the last thing I do," I reach my hand up and grasps Bobby's shoulder tightly. "I won't let them get away with this. They pushed Kris to end her life. They need to know that they caused us this pain." 

He just nods and pulls away from me, slowly making his way to the door. I watch him momentarily before I move over to the stage where Bobby put my stuff, I grab my things and head towards the exit of the gym. 

As soon as I got into the hallway, the third period bell rang, I let out a very exaggerated groan and head to my locker. I open up the locker, throwing the unwanted books in and pulling my math book out. 

I let out a very loud groan when my hand was suddenly slammed inside of the locker, my eyes flick up to see Tomas standing there, a snarl forming across his lips. 

I surprise myself when a very low, painful growl emits from the back of my throat. "Hello, Tomas. That's not a very nice way to greet someone..slamming their hand in their locker."

   

"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I hurting you?" he asked, putting more pressure on the locker door.

"Actually, no. It tickles like crazy," I grab his hand and pull it away, pressing him against the lockers in one swift move. Thank God I watch Supernatural.

Terror filled his eyes, he was shaking like a vibrating chair.

"I suggest you stay away from me before I make you sorry you even dared to look at me." I snarl, making sure to never break the eye contact. 

"What are you gonna do? Stab me?" 

"I never considered it..but, yeah. I just might." I push away from him, walking to my next class before he could say anything else. I turned around, walking backwards as I speak, "Oh, Tomas? You might want to change your pants. I think you peed a little."