Have We Met? (Remington Leith)

Highschool Reunion

Okay, so I'm upset. This week, my favorite substitute was taken to the hospital because some asshole kid bashed his head against the desk, keep in mind that the sub is an 87 year old man who can't speak. There was a stupid Instagram account made called exposinghoesofphhs, luckly I wasn't on it. And I just watched BOTH Eva and Frank cry because of what a certain sick, asshole, lying, cheating, piece of shit YouTuber said about their relationship. Yet I'm updating. This is how much I love you guys, enjoy.

"Oww," I flinched as Nati tugged at my hair, Remington laughing beside me. "How come you're much more rough with me than you was with Remington," I complained.

"Because you're my sister," she said, yanking at my hair again.

"Oww, Natalie, that fucking hurts," I said and Remington laughed even more. I reached out and slapped him, making him stop instantly and rub his arm where I hit him.

"You're fucking abusive," he complained.

"Yeah, well, it's what you get for laughing at me while I'm getting abu- oww, fuck, Natalie," I tried explaining but pain got the better of me.

"Don't worry, cry baby, I'm finished," she said and I looked in the mirror. She had done a design with corn rows in the side of my head then crimped the rest.

I have to admit, it did look amazing. "Thanks," I said.

"Your special dress is in the bathroom," Ally informed me from the couch.

I got up and rushed to the bathroom. I quickly changed into the one piece, red, shorts and shirt, which was covered in black lace that flowed out like a dress that was cut open in the middle. I then pulled on the black high heels that had a red bow on the top of them and clasped the lace, black choker around my neck.

Tonight was Friday night, the night of my highschool reunion. I was reluctant to go at first but Natalie convinced me to show these people what I'm made of. To show these people what I've become.

I waltzed out of the bathroom and struck a fashion model pose, "how do I look?" My eyes went to the frozen faced, speechless people in front of me and I rolled my eyes. "Okay, I know I'm beautiful but you don't have to freeze," I groaned. I grabbed my purse and started walking out the door, knowing Remington would catch up to me.

I quickly got in my car and watched as Rem rushed to get in beside me. I laughed at him as he slammed the door shut. I then started driving towards the place the reunion was being held.

"So, do you have any highschool friends you're hoping to see," Rem asked and I quickly glanced at him.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Are you afraid of anything happening there," he asked and I grumbled.

"There's a lot that could be brought up. I wasn't popular and I definitely wasn't a goodie-two-shoes," I replied and I could see Rem raise an eyebrow at me from the corner of my eye.

"I think that's pretty obvious," he commented and I chuckled.

"I guess you're right," I said.

I few moments of silence passed by as I just drove, my mind wandering like crazy. What's going to happen? Are they going to pull a prank on me like old times? Why am I even going to this thing?

I pulled into the designated place to hear the sound of music blasting through loud speakers. I parked my car and sat there for a minute. I watched as a few somewhat recognizable people walked in and I could feel my heart beat quickening.

I jumped a bit when Rem opened my door for me, not noticing him getting out in the first place. I unbuckled my seatbelt and he helped me out if the car, closing the door when I was out. Remington looked at me with worry in his eyes, "don't worry, whatever happens here tonight won't matter, especially since we're leaving tomorrow," he assured me.

I nodded and grabbed his hand and we walked into the building together. As soon as we stepped foot inside, people's gazes moved to us, wanting to know who else decided to show up. One or two people seemed shocked while the rest just ignored me.

"Vera, nice to see you back in town," I vaguely, sick, familiar voice said, and my eyes turned to the owner, who was none other than Abigail Restrine, the main prep.

"Abby, nice to see you again too," I replied with sarcasm.

"Mhm," she hummed, eyeing me up and down. "Thanks for showing up, if you don't mind, please sign the guest book," she said, her eyes then moved to Remington, then to Rem and I's hands, then back to Rem's eyes and she smiled at him sickly, biting her lip.

I signed the book then quickly lead Rem away from her. "I fucking hate her," I huffed once out of earshot. "She was always such an asshole towards me and my friends."

"She gives me the fucking chills," Rem replied and I chuckled.

"That's Abigail for you, she was the school's stereotypical slutty prep, the only difference being soccer instead of cheer," I explained.

He groaned and I laughed a little. "I hate people like that," he said and I nodded in agreement. He paused for a moment and we both looked around. "Do you see anyone you recognize," he asked and I chuckled.

"I recognize almost everyone, I went to school with these people," I replied.

"I meant anyone you were friends with," he asked and I scanned the crowd again.

"Not right off," I mumbled. I continued searching through the crowd, searching for one person in particular. As I was searching for him I pointed out some of the people who either started shit about me or tried to fight me.

I felt arms wrap around my waist and lift me off the ground, making me scream.

Remington watched amused since my screams we're filled with joy instead of terror.

"Ronnie Cat!"