A Captain and Her Ship

Chapter 23: He's Gay

Chapter 23: He's Gay

“Don’t forget to finish your projects!” Mr. Cliff announced, as the bell rang to dismiss us students. 

I stood up from my desk, and collected my belongings, as I dumped it into my backpack. I pulled out a bobby pin and clipped my bangs away from my face, looking through my backpack for my phone. 

But I couldn’t find it, so I placed my backpack on my desk and unzipped the smallest pocket. Until I felt a nudge in my collarbone, I spun around with my hands behind me, holding the edge of my desk.

“What are you doing?” Jessica questioned, raising eyebrow.

“None of your business.” I snapped, tightening my grip on my desk. 

“Oh, aren’t you full of yourself. Move!!” She snapped back, pushing me away from my backpack.

“Do you know being noisy isn’t attractive?” I proclaimed, glaring at her narrowed eyes.

“Who are you to act so mighty, emo bitch.” She hissed, pulling on my straight brown hair with her rough hands. She tugged on it, as she insulted me with whispers. 

“I’ve never heard of you having sex, or even a boyfriend for the matter. When I had plenty, more than you would ever have.”

“Whore!!!” I choked into my shoulder, quietly so she wouldn’t hear me.

But why would it matter, she defining one perfectly. I have a feeling she would have STD by the time she leaves high school. Why would a freshman want to have sex, you’re not mature yet. She just getting cocker every time she’s gets a boyfriend. 

“What did you say!?” She barked, glaring hatefully at me. 

“Oh, so you’re deaf now. I said you’re a whore!” I pronounced the last word, so she could process it. 

“You little!” She pushed me onto the top of my desk roughly, gripping onto my collar of my hoodie. As she leaned into my face, with a twisted frowned and a twitchy eyes.

“I may not have a boyfriend. But I have friends and that’s all I need. No penis, just love and smiles that my friends show when were together. Even though it annoys me to hell, I’m okay with it because they care enough to be with me!” I jeered, spiting in her face when I said me. 

She released her hold on me and, rubbed my salvia off her face. With cold eyes staring back at me and a scowl.

“It’s your fault, Jordan left me!” She yelled, thrashing her arms around, and shaking her head.

“It’s not my fault, I didn’t even know. Your just blabbering out, your personal life to me.”

“Then who would it be? He said that he found the one. What does that me?” She questioned.

Okay, I see. So last week when she was chasing me down the hallway. She was only upset because Jordan broke up with her, for. For? 

“Olivier.” I whispered turning my face away, it was him. 

He must have wanted to clean up his past, so he can get Olivier. Knowing Olivier didn’t like complications. That was crazy since he was dating Jessica but kind that he was doing this for Olivier. Thank you blabbering bitch, now I know Jordan isn’t truly mad at Olivier it was just me.  

“Who’s Olivier!?” She sneered, squeezing my cheeks to face her. 

“Jordan’s new boyfriend.” 

“What?!” She yelled backing away quickly, with wide eyes and a single tear from her right cheek. “He’s gay.” 

“Yep.” I smirked, picking up my backpack from the floor. 

And tossing it over my shoulder, as I walked over to the classroom door. I stopped for a moment, and tilted my head halfway.

Stealing a few glances at Jessica having a panic attack from the news, pacing back and forth trembling. Why is she acting like I said he has cancer and long a week to live. 

I sighed, turned my back to leave the classroom, and enter the hallway.

“Prue!” A voice hollered, I turned around and saw Olivier running towards me. 

“What?” I asked, watching him as he huffed and puffed. 

“Something happened to Ash!

“Eh? Where is he now?”

“Next to the library with a girl.”

“Come on let’s go!” 

We started running down, the hallways ignoring every teacher that yelled or shouted “no running in the hallway!” 

“Oh shut up!” I yelled back, getting glares from them. 

Oliver pulled my arm forward to move faster, as we pasted through section b and c. Down the stairs, and darting out of the hallways until we made it to the library. 

He was lying on a wooden bench next to the library entrances, his eyes closed lazily and his arms dangling of the edge. My eyes twitched, when I saw him turn to his side and hiccupped covering his forehead.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” Olivier asked, holding my arm. 

“He’s not dying, just drunk!” I jeered, marching over to Ash as he jolted up on the bench. 

“Hey Sweetheart.” He winked, patting the seat next him. 

“Are you drunk?” I hissed.

“Drunk? I guess, but I’m fine.” He jested, grabbing my hand and lightly kissing the top of it.

“Where did you get the alcohol from?” I questioned, pulling my hand away from his lips. And brushing off on my black jeans.

“I may have drank some of your box.”

“Box?” Olivier exclaimed, confused.

“Idiot, how are you supposed to drive when you can’t even look straight!” I snapped, pulling the side of his red hair. 

“Don’t worry about it I have a backup.” He grinned, placing his hand on mine as rubbing his thumb on the back of my hand.

“Who!” I pulled away. 

“Me.” A voice swiftly came between me and Ash, I turned my head and saw Ashley holding some books. 

“You’re the girl from the bar. I’m so sorry for my brother.” She sighed, walking beside Ash, as she shook my hand.

“I’m sorry for you to have to deal with this.”

“Sexy beast.” Ash interrupted.

“No idiot!”

“I’ll be responsible for driving you. Since he’s not capable.” She glared at him and he pulled out her key. She turned to face me, and smiled warmly.

“What’s your names?”

“Prue.” I answered, nonchalantly folding my arms. 

“And you with the curly hair?” 

“Olivier.” He smiled brightly, and Ashley chuckled. 

“Okay, well I’m Ashley. Shall we go?” She pointed at the double door next the library.

“I thought you'd never ask.”