The Hog

Chapter 11

Amy Tyson is gone. My best friend is gone. Jeremy hugs me as we stand at the airport where she just left us. She left me. I hold Jeremy as tight as I can, I don't want him to leave me. Every one leaves me except drunks who hate my guts and blame me for all their problems. Amy Tyson is going to Germany forever and I will probably never see her again. I'm being pathetic and needy and childish but right now I don't care. Right now I just want to stand and cry.

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I walk into school in my mini skirt and spaghetti strap tank top.  the skirt is really tight and rides up my thigh as I walk. I see the glances from boys as I walk down the corridor.  Good, I am getting the reaction I was hoping for. Let's show them how Hog does things.  I spot my victim hanging out with his friends almost immediately. Andrew Colsten is with his football buddies. A small group of four, that will have to do. Thomas isn't with them and I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I adjust my top to show more cleavage and walk up to the group.

"Hello Hog!" Brian Turner eyes me up and down. Dugg Browns whistles at me. I ignore the two of them and walk straight up to Andrew with the sweetest smile on my face. I grab his hand gently and start twirling his fingers in mine. My other hand travels up his chest and I make small circles on his peck.

"Hey Andrew." I whisper in a soft sweet voice.

"Hey." he licks his lips and I see his eyes take me in. I may be Hog but I'm a girl and I know that I have all the parts that can make a teenage boy lose his scenes. "What do you want Hog?" his voice is low.

"I want um...help with some..school work?" I try not to laugh at what I am saying, Andrew Colsten is the last person anyone would ask for help with anything school related from.

"Yeah? You want my help?"

I smile and bite my bottom lip for a second. I put my hand on his arm and use that to steady me as I stretch out on my toes. I release his hand and run my fingers throw his moppy- gross- hair. I make sure he can feel my breaths on his neck and cheek before I whisper in his ear. "I need your help, and I'll be very very grateful." I hear him groan softly and his friends laugh and snicker in the background. I gasp in shock when I feel Andrew's hand smack and cup my butt. It takes all my strength not to punch him im his smug jaw but I remind myself why I'm doing this. I need Thomas to see that I'm not a good person. I need Thomas to remember that even if he doesn't call me Hog anymore I still am Hog. So I hold it together and smile at Andrew.

"Grateful huh?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Very grateful." and I do something that I hate more than most pervy things guys usually do- I wink at Andrew Colsten.

"Hey guys what's going on...Francisco?" I hear a familiar voice from behind me. I turn slowly to look at him, not letting go of Andrews arms and hair. I hadn't noticed that the group of football players had increased around me. I was hoping he'd hear about this but I guess now he can see it for himself.

"Man Hog totally wants to do Drew!" Seth, a softmore, nudges Thomas but he receives a deadly glare in return. Thomas turns his eyes to me next in a question.  I just  smile and turn back to Andrew, " I'll see you later?" I whisper. His eyes take me in again then he nods. His hand moves off my butt and I move away from him. I turn to see Thomas still looking at me, his expression a mixture of confusion and anger. If he's angry that's good, that means my plan is working. I need Thomas to hate me so I can stop feeling the way I do about him. Because even right now I want to wrap my arms around him and have him pull me closer.

I push past some of the jocks and walk towards my locker.

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"You don't fucken touch her again." I clench my fists as I look at Andrew.

"Hey chill Tommy, she came to me man." he smiles.  Tommy? Not a good time to be using the name I hate the most.  I am so close to punching this guy's jaw in. And the worst part is he is probably right, she didn't look like she was clinging to him against her will. But that doesn't mean I can control the anger in my veins.

"I don't give a fuck if she strips naked in front of you, you don't touch her." I narrow my eyes at him.

"Hey man she may be Hog but she's hot, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself if she naked in front of me." his smile widens and some of the other guys snigger along with him.

I don't know what my hands are doing until I grab his collar and push him up againts the lockers. I pull him back slightly and smash him back into them. I don't do it as hard as I want to but I'm sure he'll be hurting for  while, "I'm being very serious, you will not so much as give that girl a sideways glance."

"Man its just Hog, relax Tom!" I feel Brian's hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah dude, she's a fucken whore anyways." Dugg laughs and the others join in. They all shut up when I turn from Andrew to look at all of them.

"You guys know nothing about her." I push past them and walk towards her locker. I've been eating supper at her house for a week now because I don't trust her scumbag of a father. I know it's not much because I leave and she spends the rest of the night alone in a house with him but I feel better knowing that when I leave he's too drunk to move. I honestly thought we were starting to become friends- heck I thought we were friends.  The school is big so and I don't have any classes with her ( since I changed maths classes again) so I barely see her during school times but we've been hanging out and talking a lot lately. I can't say I saw the thing with Andrew coming. She's better than him.

I turn the last corner and see her standing with her friend Jeremy.  He is shaking his head as he takes off his leather jacket and hands it to her. She refuses but he keeps waving it in front of her.

I walk up to them in a few strides, grab the jacket from him and drape it across her shoulders. I take one of her small arms and weave it through the arms of the huge jacket, then the other. I zip it up till her neck then I let her go and take a step back from her. Why the hell am I so fucken pissed off? An image of her hanging off Andrew with his hand on her butt flashes in my head and I clench my fists. Jeremy gives me a 'thank you' nod before walking away.  I see Francisco turn to do the same but I grab her wrist and she freezes in place. She looks at me with blank emotionless eyes. She hasn't looked at me like that since the time she kissed me last month, even then her eyes had betrayed her showing a fraction of anger and determination. Now they have nothing.

"What do you think you are doing?" I control the anger in my voice.

"I'm walking to class?" she rolls her eyes, yanks her wrist from my grip and folds her arms across her chest.

"I mean what do you think you are doing with Andrew.  That guy is a total jerk."

" I could've said the same about you too a while ago but I got to know you so I want to get to know Andrew."

"You didn't look like you wanted to talk to him."

"Don't be naive Thomas, there are more ways than talking to get to know someone." she smirks at me.

"I told him to stay away from you." I take a step closer, "so I guess you guys won't get to know each other in any way."

"Why would you do that?" she furrows her brow.

"Because..." I go blank. Why did I do it? Why did I basically threaten my team mate? Why was I so angry. Why does the image flashing in my head drive me up the wall. " Because I'm your friend and you don't know what you are doing with Andrew."

"I'm not a little child." she rolls her eyes at me.

I look at her in the over sized leather jacket and a short skirt. Her long legs disappear into black combat boots.

"Believe me I know that." I whisper.

"Good, then don't you forget it."