Toxic Love

seven

The rest of the day went by agonizingly slow. Very couple of minutes I'd look over my shoulder to see everyone along the sides of the halls looking at me.

They weren't just looking, they were whispering to each other. I knew they were talking about the scene that occurred earlier with Mason.

I felt like screaming at them to stop, but of course I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Shocking as that sounds because of my huge outburst not that long ago.

I knew this would blow over. By tomorrow I would fall back down to my "unknown" status. Honestly, I completely fine with, life will be exactly how it's been for all my existence.

Go to school.
Come home from school.
Do homework.
Make dinner for Will and I.
Tidy up house.
Go to sleep.
Repeat.

That being my schedule with the occasional hangout with Benji and Mae. But otherwise, nothing else. My life is as bland as unsalted crackers. Hopefully college life will light a fire under my ass to start spicing up my life.

I continue walking down the hallway hearing whisper after whisper,

"She's sooo lucky she's not dead!"
"Oh my god, I still can't believe she said that to him!"
"Who does she think she is talking to him like that?"

Why the fuck do they put this guy on a pedestal? Everyone in this high school worship the ground he walks on, even most of the teachers do. More specifically the female teachers. Yet they treat him like some sort of king he couldn't care less about any of them. They are all his toys to play with then throw away when he's bored. What person does that to other human beings? Obviously the answer is the psychopath, Mason Conway.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

At the every end of the hallway stood Mason. All attention snapped from me to him. Probably wondering if now would be the perfect time to attack the verbal offender from earlier today.

That person being me.

But instead of being the strong willed girl I was before I simply turn on my heels and decide to take the longer way out of the school. I didn't feel like possibly bumping into him or something while trying to get to the exit doors behind him.

The whispers started yet again,

"So now she wants to shut up."
"Wow! Tough one minute, whimp the next."
"Could've been this quiet earlier but nooo."

Fuck it.

I turn back around facing the green eyed, leather jacketed devil. They think of me as such a pussy. Well I guess it's time to prove them wrong.

I start casually strolling down the hall. More like pretending to casually stroll when in reality I was freaking out. We haven't a spoken word to each other since he pretty much told me I was ground beef if I said anything like that again.

All eyes on me. Not the first time today.

I make it all the way down the hall until I'm about six feet away from the son of bitch. I muster up the best fake smile I can at that moment and say,

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." He responds with the straightest of faces.