The War Is On

Bathroom Sex

After our little quarrel at the school yard, I left Nick and his friends at the spot where our "talk" occured and went to the Front Lobby to fix documents about my register to school. 

Thanks to Brandon, I managed to register without a problem, have money, a car and a house.

But at what cost? I thought.

No, I won't have remorse now. I already made my mind. If I hadn't accepted his offer, I still would've been in that damned place and he's deserving everything I'm gonna put him through. 

I took a map of  the school, a chart of my classes and the list of the books I'll be needing through the rest of the year. 

I rolled my eyes at the last paper. Like I'll use them. I'm not here to finish the goddamn high school and attend a university. I was actually debating to not buying these books but then I thought about how'd Brandon react if he founds out I got noticed because of making trouble despite his warnings. Well, that's a litte bit too late isn't it? Anyway, I was either gonna draw attention and I don't intend to make it easier. I was having a miserable life and since I'm out of that place, I will do as I please and I don't care about the deal I made to get the hell out of there. I'm going to do the stuff he asked me to do but in my way. 

I spend a good half hour with killing time, memorizing the map for my future plans and talking on the phone with Brandon.

Since I knew him for a long time, he wasn't happy with the debate I made with Nick, he wanted me to act like his shy little sister and look like I've forgiven him. Pfft, yeah right.

"Like that's gonna happen..." I answered him with a frown, even though I knew he wasn't seeing my face, he knew me too well to guess my facial expression.

"You're making things harder Abby!" he sound frustrated. He knew he wasn't going to win the argument with me. Altough he could've kill me with a snap of his finger, he cared too damn much about me.  Our relationship is a little... Complicated.

"Brand, come on. You knew from the beginning how this would go. But you didn't care as long as you get even with Nick. Like me."

He released a long sigh "I know. Alright but don't screw this up okay?"

"You underestimate me so much." I said while ending the call.

Since I lost more than half of the class while arguing with Brandon, I decided to go to bathroom to check myself and think about the consequences about the decision I made. 

I opened the door with my foot and went to the sink to wash my face with the cold water. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Why am I feeling this way? 

I shouldn't be feeling guilty for having revenge from Nick with the help of Brandon but I couldn't help myself to think this way. It's not me, this person who's making deal with the devil but I haven't been me for a long, long time. 

Because of his betrayal I've put down, but the things I lived after than that was worse. I wished to be drugged and wandered around like a 80-years old alzheimer patient like I did for 4 months. At least it was painless. But why the guilt now? When I started my plans?

Because he's your brother.

While I was having my inner-conflict, I heard a thud from the bathroom stralls and giggles. There was muffled moans, probably suppressed froam a hand covering someone's mouth. I raised my brow. Bathroom sex? Really?

A few minutes later a girl with long dark hair came out from one of the bathroom stalls while fixing her very very short red dress. I would've though what a whore, if I hadn't done this a couple of months ago with Brandon, acutally.