the devil wears leather

Was It Worth It?

I sat at the popular table. Smack dab in Ian's seat. Surround by people who I thought were shallow, and plastic, and annoying. And I was so wrong.

Dylan: humorously gay.

Cole: his boyfriend. (adorable may I add)

Rochelle: funny, fashionista

Gabrielle: secret nerd.

I never stopped laughing. Even when everyone stopped and I was the only one laughing. Not when someone cleared their throats. And not when something wet and slimy slapped my neck. I did push myself up and spin around. I found a grinning Teresa and my laughing stopped. I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth. "Everyone already hates you. Why make it worse?"

"Oh?" She hissed. "The one person who truely matters loves me. Such a sweet boyfriend. My Ian."

"Your Ian is sex crazed egotistical jackass who was a match made in hell for you. Perfect. So much in common."

"I'm sorry? What do you mean? I don't understand jealousy." She sneered. The cafeteria was silent, even the lunch line, was noise and motion less.

"Really? If you didn't understand jealousy, you wouldn't be able to speak."

"Really?"

"Really." She put her tray on the table and whipped her hand up. Before I could react she slapped my face, her rings and bracelets leaving a sting on my face. The cafeteria ladies started to run towards us. Teresa smiled in triumph. I raised my fist and it was caught. I spun around and yanked it free. Ian was standing behind me. I reared my hand back and slammed it into his eye. A teacher grabbed my hand and yanked me back. "YOU CAN'T TOUCH A STUDENT!" I shrieked.

"I can and I did." My science teacher said, pulling  me away from Ian.

"LET ME AT HIM. HE BROKE MY HEART AND STOMPED ON IT. LET ME AT BOTH OF THEM. LET ME CHOKE EM. LET ME GET EM. LET ME AT EM." I tried to reach out for them, but my arms were pinned. The cafeteria was in an uproar. I was brought up to the stage and stood next to a teacher, Teresa on the other end, a different teacher beside her. The principal quickly walked up the stage. A nurse was attending to cry baby Ian with a black eye.

"Excuse me! Excuse me! Everyone calm down!" Our principal said into the mic. Everyone sat. "Something happened and I need both sides of the story. Miss. Jones?" Teresa smiled and walked up to the mic.

"Hello, fellow classmates. I know rumors about me are going around, but they are false. Ian was my date, who felt bad for Dove, so he gave me an apology." I tensed and a slow growl came out of my mouth. "So Dove started to yell at me and insult me and she tried to slap me and my wonderful, boyfriend Ian stopped her. So she punched him and now..." she faked a sob, "he's hurt." I lurched forward and was pulled back, my teacher sending me a warning look. Teresa stepped back and was handed a tissue which she "sobbed" into.

"Miss. Reid?" I walked up to the mic and grabbed it off of the stand, pulling it with me over to the edge of the stage and jumping off.

"Let me start this off with a word of advise. Never fuck the popular ones." Everybody laughed. "I didn't do it, I mean my leg virginity... still there." I leaned against a table. "But listen here. Teresa Jones is a lying little slut who should shut her mouth. And legs." I heard a grunt behind me. "So anyway. She spit on my neck. Right in the middle. And I defended myself verbally after she started to bring up business between her, Ian Reagan, and myself... though she should be out of the picture and in a dumpster. Anyway, she put her food down and slapped me. Right across the face. You want proof? Her jewelry left imprints and scratches." I spin to show everyone my injured cheek. I start to walk, my sneakers filling the silence. "She hit first. I defended myself. But then poor, poor, Ian grabbed my wrist, and I hit him instead. Was it purposefully? A tiny bit. Was it worth it? Hell yeah!" Laughter. I walk closer to Ian, only a few tables away. "But Teresa," three tables, "couldn't keep her," two tables, "mouth shut and ruined," one table, "a perfect relationship over jealousy." An aisle. I start to walk to the end. I hear feet jump off of the stage and rush at me. Somebody grabs my arms and starts to pull but I won't budge. I bend down into his face and hiss into the microphone. "Was it worth it?"