Be My One Regret

be my 1 regret / then

6 years ago~

I fix my pony tail. Tucking the loose strands back along my sore scalp. I wince as I do. Wishing to hell that I could turn around and smack the bitch who yanked it. But I don't. I keep walking down the hall. Ignoring. Hoping for her to give up.

"Don't you walk away from me, Savage. I'm not done talking to you yet."

The snarl in her voice makes my heart sag. I roll my eyes and plod straight ahead even though she steps in behind me quickly. Giving me a slight shove. I roll my eyes and stop abruptly. She bumps into my backside and huffs a myriad of curses at my supposed clumsiness. I hunch my shoulders. Completely annoyed. Counting to ten.

Damn. Guess I'm turning the other cheek again. Gawd. This was getting old.

I turn slowly around until I'm face to face with popular pretty girl #2. I have yet to learn her name. She could be the Cara or Saige, whom I usually get confronted by, but for now she was just a blonde bully with too much makeup on and a skimpy cheerleading uniform. And she was picking on me, relentlessly for some lame reason, so the name really didn't' matter. I grit my teeth. 

"What's your problem?"

The blue eye shadow on her lids expands cartoonish-like as her eyes widen. And I bite back a laugh. Her clown red lip-sticked mouth huffs out a groan. "You're my problem."

Like I hadn't heard that before, I sigh. "Oh yeah, why's that?"

Her hands fist on her bony hips. "Oh really? You're gonna play dumb."

I wasn't. Not intentionally anyway. I was just sick to death of the same accusation, day in, day out. It never changed. It was always the same. Me and the Jones brothers. It was at the top of most gossip at St. Johns Prep. Like I cared what any of my so-called peers thought about my even more so-called relationships with the nit-wit twins. Our quote on quote friendship was marginally odd which was saying it nicely that it was fucked up. But it was my business. Not anyone elses. Including this high-maintenance estrogen overloaded psycho blonde in front of me. Who just so happened to cackle like a hen loud enough to draw a small crowd around us in the bustling school hallway. My nerves start to bundle tightly, and I narrow my eyes at her for causing the scene.

"Listen, Cara-"

Her somewhat cute face screws up like I just shoved a lemon down her throat. "It's Kelsey, dumb ass."

"Whatever." My eyes practically roll out of my head with so much un-care it hurts. "Look, Kelsey, I'm not sure why you're so jacked up but you need to like chill or something. You know it's bad for your complexion to get this upset."

My bullshit jibe gets a few snickers that trickle from the crowd. Which exasperates poor Kelsey to pout. "It does not."

Her insecurity slip urges me on. I shrug driving the nine inch spike of doubt in deeper. "It might. I did read about it in last month's Cosmo. There was also some mention about being a less frigid bitch too. Apparently that leads to more black heads. Wouldn't want your porcelain skin to have a break out over little old me now would you?"

More giggles steep which infuriates blonde bobble head. "Well, then that'd be another reason to hate you then."

That she hates me that much stirs my curiosity. "I'm flattered you have a list about me. What else you got on there?"

Her lips scrunch into an unflattering snarl. Again, looking like a bad cartoon drawn by a five year old. "You taking both Jones for yourself is at the top of that list just so you know. You're such a freak, I can't believe they hang out with you. Everyone talks about it. Do you have like a perverted fetish for twins or something?"