If You're Hurt They Bleed

French Kissing Who?

*Just a heads-up: there is some strong language in this chapter*

Deep breath. 

smile. 

Hold your head high. 

I walk through the doors of the high school once more, refusing to let anyone know I wanted to run away. Grayson gave me a grin and fell into step alongside me. 

"Hey, Grayson." I shot him a lopsided smile that didn't reach my eyes. 

"You ready for rehearsal tonight?" He glanced at me nervously. 

"I guess." I was ready, but I wasn't looking forward to it. 

"I don't think this whole thing with Molly is going to go well. She doesn't seem to like me very much." His expression shifted to worry.

"I'm sure it'll be fine," I assured him. I wanted to say; You're right. She doesn't like you, and I have to listen to her complain about it even though she doesn't have any reason to be.  

He nodded, blowing out. "I guess." 

I walked him to his class, history, in silence. As I made my way to science, I began to wonder why I hadn't seen Molly yet today. I slipped into my seat in the back and found my answer.

"Oh, hey Maya!" She looked at me brightly from the front of the room, where a girl I had never seen before was standing. She was wearing a bright yellow tee-shirt and jeans and looked like she'd rather be anywhere but that classroom. 

"This is Olive. She's from Quebec City." Molly introduced the new girl brightly. 

Quebec? Does that mean that-

"You can sit next to Maya." Our teacher stopped my thought and pointed to me. Olive sat down next to me, setting her bag on the floor. 

"Hi," I said meekly. 

She said nothing, simply raised an eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my assignment. I probably wouldn't have to deal with her other than this class, anyway. 

I was so wrong. I saw Olive sitting at our lunch table as I was coming back from the line. She was sitting too close to Grayson for my liking, especially because that was my spot. (Not that close to Grayson, I just always sat on his left side and-- nevermind.)

"Hey, Maya!" Grayson looked happier than usual. "Have you met Olive?"

"Yeah. She sits next to me in science." I shrugged, sitting at the opposite end of the table. He could tell something was up but didn't say anything. I quietly started eating my lunch, waiting for Molly to get here. 

When Molly sat down, I quickly understood the situation. Not because of a subtle glance, or intuition. Olive fucking french-kissed Grayson. I felt my stomach tie in knots, and got up, feeling a head rush. 

"I... have to go." 

I could hear Molly's heels clicking after me as I raced to the bathroom. Before I completely closed the stall door, I was already on my knees. 

I'm sure everyone knows that throwing up sucks. It always does. But for some reason, this was worse. 

"Are you okay?" I could see Molly's shadow. 

"I'm fan-freaking-tastic, as you can see." I guess I'm sarcastic when I'm sick. 

"What happened?"

"I don't know. The sight of Olive and Grayson just..." I sighed. 

"Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" 

"No. I think I'm fine now." I shrugged, standing up. 

"Are you sure?" I turned around to face her.

"Yes. Why are you so worried?" I looked in the mirror and saw a pale face, void of any expression. I looked dead. "Oh."

I rinsed my mouth out best I could and popped a piece of gum. 

"You good?" I nodded. 

We made our way back to the lunch room, Molly giving me concerned looks the whole way. By the time we got back, Olive's tongue was now in its rightful place, her own mouth. 

"I guess I didn't finish the introduction," Grayson looked ashamed. "Olive's my girlfriend from back home." 

A/N: You're welcome! (;