It's Halloween: The Day of the Dead (or whatever Halloween is). I usually love this holiday. I usually like having a reason to dress up like one of my favorite characters from film or music. Yet, this Halloween was different. Perhaps because I just found out that the girl I tried to have sex with at a party a few weeks ago is pregnant with the spawn of Satan.
Everything was going fine until first period (and until she missed her 'Period', one might even say). I even woke up in a good mood this morning, which never happens. I ate a muffin for breakfast. Eve drove Lauren, Adam, Amelia, and me to school and we were all having a good time-- partly because Adam is both egotistical and funny, which makes for a great time. It all changed the very moment I walked into Algebra 2, and I noticed Brielle sipping on an iced lemonade from McDonald's:
"Hey Brie--" I greet, and she looks up at me with the most hateful and pissed off look I've ever seen.
"Shut up." She demands through a cold tone. I narrow my eyes at her and sit down in my assigned seat beside her.
"Watch your fucking language." She stares out the window beside her, clearly unamused, "What's wrong with you, shit stick?" I ask, and she blows me off like she's been doing every time I try to talk to her.
It sucks because it's only me she does it to. She could be talking to Danny for five minutes straight about whether the moon is real, but as of lately, every time I greet her, she immediately shuts me down. It's annoying.
"I'm not in the mood to talk to you this morning." She says simply, and the bite in her tone nearly tears me to shreds. I shrug my shoulders and take out the homework from last night.
"Shocking." I mumble under my breath. Apparently, she has the ears of a dog because she hears me. She stands up from her seat abruptly and glares down at me. I'm too surprised at how fast she squared up to say anything or to apologize for whatever I did to piss her off.
"Shut the fuck up, Nicholson. I'm not in the mood for your shit. Matter of fact," She turns her gaze from me to the rest of our classmates around the room, "I'm not in the mood for any shit today. I don't care if you've heard the drama or not; I'm not in the mood. If any of y'all wanna fight right now because you got a problem with that, let me know. We can go out into the hallway right now. Otherwise, leave me the fuck alone today. Don't talk to me, don't think about me, don't mention my name to any of your friends. I'm not dealing with it today. Especially not from you, Nicholson."
That was the last conversation I heard from her all morning. I didn't need to talk to her to understand what was happening, though. People were talking about it all around school. Apparently, the kids from first period didn't buy her threats, and the other kids, of course, weren't in our class to hear them.
Emmy Sireux was one of them.
It was lunch time and the rest of us had come to terms with the fact that Brielle was in a bad mood and most likely wouldn't be eating lunch with us today. Thankfully, none of them blamed me for her absence even though she had me convinced that I was the most credible reason.
Then, Emmy showed up with a look in her eye that was all too familiar. We knew we'd find out exactly what was going on with Brielle, whether we wanted to or not:
"You bitches are in luck. Guess who happened to be passing by the gym locker room just as the cheerleaders that Max hangs out with were gossiping about Brielle's drama?" Emmy smiles as she sets down her lunch tray-- her eyes wide with caffeine and news she couldn't wait to tell us.
I never thought I'd say it but having a girl like Emmy around isn't too bad. God, I need to wash my brain out with rubbing alcohol just for thinking such a thing.
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Deviation (Book #2 of the Taylor Series)
Teen Fiction"It's almost as if sleep and I were married for sixteen years, and I caught them having an affair with my sister." Julie Esther Nicholson, one of the younger sisters of Eve Nicholson, has returned for her story. With the chips of her old life up in...
