BLACKMAIL | MATT CHAMPION

"INSERT HERE"

i just dropped off, ian, at his class and now i'm heading to the library for my free period. the boys are meeting me there too, and hopefully they don't bring along makayla, or whatever her name is. doesn't matter.

i open the door to the library, and i already see the boys sitting at their usual table. i walk to them, and once i reach the table i can already tell that they're discussing something.

i take a seat, and merlyn points at me, "everlee, what should i get a tattoo of? a dragon or a peace sign?"

"both sound cheesy." i grin, scooting my chair forward.

"you see, i told you." dom says.

"but if anything, i would say probably a dragon." i say.

merlyn smiles, "i knew you'd come through."

i look around the table and i don't see matt anywhere. he texted me that he was going to arrive with the boys. "hey, where's matt?" i ask.

ameer, rubs the back of head, "he went to the bathroom but it's taking him pretty long."

the door swings open, and comes in matt followed by madison. he looks irritated, as he picks up his pace towards us. she tries to keep up with him but she almost trips over her own feet. matt, quickly takes the empty seat next to me. he sighs tiredly, "joba, collect your friend here."

joba looks up at her, "madison, take a seat."

she nods, and drags a chair from a different table and places it right in between, matt and i. she squeezes herself in, and smiles at him. he rolls his eyes and covers his face, probably out of anger. he could honestly snap any minute.

"so, what are you guys talking about?" she asks.

"we were talking about how you should find somewhere else to sit." my teeth grit. i'm really about to beat a bitch up right now.

she ignores me. "we were talking about tattoos. i really wanna get one." merlyn says.

she gasps, "that's cool, i've always wanted one myself," her eyes wander over to matt, "but i don't know what it should be."

she smiles innocently at him, "what should i get a tattoo of, matty?"

matty? this bitch really just? a bitch is about to get her neck snapped, who the fuck she calling MatTY?

i cut in, "how about you get a tattoo that says insert here on your musty ass vag-"

"alright, moving on!" joba, laughs nervously. he looks at me and widens his eyes, as if he's telling me to shut the fuck up.

but i'm definitely not going to.

i wanna know why she's doing this. i know she's up to something, and i'm going to figure out what's she's planning.

i don't want to do this in front of the boys, but hell, i'm gonna do it anyway. i grab, madison, by her arm and drag her behind me. she squirms in my grip until i finally let go once we reach the bookshelves.

she rubs her arm, "what's your deal?" i ask her.

she shrugs, "what? that i'm gonna steal matt away from you?" she has this evil little grin across her face.

i cross my arms, "oh please, he can barely stand looking at you."

"doesn't matter, because by the end he won't be by your side. that's for sure."

man, i hate her.

i point at her, "listen to me, if you think you're gonna take him away from me, then you're so fucking wrong.

"we'll see." she innocently walks back to the table.

a/n:
i start school tomorrow can i just die already.