The Bad Ass And The Geek

Chapter 5

I smirked at his reaction and looked down at the floor. Looking up again, I saw Rachel with her eyes widened at me and glancing between me and James, as if to question me what was going on between us. Her eyes were demanding,

"What is going on Megs? I thought you said you weren't into boys anymore." She stared me up and down, taking in every last bit of my new look.

"Is that why you're dressed like this? Wearing make-up? To impress some boy?" She stared at me blankly, but I noticed her fists clenching into small balls by her side.

He wasn't just some boy, he meant the world to me. This is exactly why I kept it a secret from her, and I intend to keep it that way.

"Are you lying to me Megs? What has fucking gotten into you? You were once all innocent, and now... well now look at you!" Her eyes pierced mine, holding our gaze, making sure I didn't look away.

"What do you mean, well now look at me? What are you trying to say!" My voice ended up being louder than I expected, a few heads turned in the corridor as they passed by. I ignored them.

"Well you're dressed like a... like a... slut!" She stared at me long and hard and examined me once more, then nodding as if to back up her statement.

"I can't believe you just said that about me!" I felt my heart begin to beat faster as more heads turned to stop and stare in the corridor. My stomach lurched and I suddenly felt ill.

"Well it's true!" She looked me dead in the eyes, and that's when I knew, she was dead to me. I feel tears welling up in my eyes, I tried to hold them back. I wasn't going to let Rachel see she'd gotten to me, not after she took advantage of me like that. I put my middle finger up at her and shouted in her face,

"I fucking hate you so much Rachel Adams! I'm never speaking to you again!" I turned away now, just as I had seen Rachel's shocked expression. I noticed everyone in the corridor was staring at me now, even James. He was staring open mouthed at me, and Rachel. Taking one look at him, I felt the tears falling down my cheeks, I couldn't let him see me like this. Not crying, I looked horrible when I cried, not to mention probably worse than normal now because my mascara was probably running. Grabbing my books and my bags, I ran. I ran as fast as I could, down the corridors, into the girls bathroom.

Thank God there was nobody in there. I walked past the mirror, then retreating backwards and stopping to see how bad I looked. I looked terrible, my eyes were all puffy and red, it looked like I had been crying for ages even though I hadn't, and my mascara was all smudged under my eyes causing me to look like a panda. Quickly rubbing my face with tissue until all the make up was off, I ran into the nearest cubicle, locking myself in. I just sat there, on the toilet seat, crying helplessly as the tears streamed down my face.

Around 20 minutes had passed now, I have calmed down quite alot. Standing up, I wiped my eyes and extra tears of my cheeks and edged my way to the cubicle door slowly. My hand reached the handle when a massive bang shuddered the room. The girls bathroom door had been slammed upon. My hand fell to a sudden stop on the handle, I breathed quietly trying to be as quiet as possible, hoping they would just leave without knowing I was here.

"Megan? Are you in here? Look, if you are, just listen okay? I'm sorry about, before I didn't mean it, I'm honest. Please don't ignore me, we're supposed to be best friends."

Shit. It was Rachel, she sounded as if she had been crying as well, possibly for longer than me. Well it's tough shit, I'm not forgiving her, not after what she said about me. Yes, she was supposed to be my best friend, but real best friends don't say things like that to their best friend or hurt their best friend as badly as she had hurt me. I had made my mind up, and the decision was final. I felt a cough suddenly coming on in my throat, no, this couldn't happen now. Rachel can't know I'm here. Please no. The urge to cough became stronger and stronger, I was blinking back tears trying to hold it in. The resisting became to much for me, I tried to cough as quietly as I could but it turned out pretty loud.

"Megs? Is that you?"

Great. She knew I was here now. Slowly retreating backwards to the back of the cubicle, I clambered onto the toilet seat without making a noise. She couldn't see my feet under the door this way. The shuffling sound of shoes was at the first cubicle, edging closer and closer towards me. My cubicle shuddered, she was at my door now and banging on it.

"Megan, come on. Please come out." I stepped off the toilet seat, picked up my bag and put a brave face on. Cautiously, I unlocked the door slowly to face the puffy-eyed Rachel, she had been crying. She deserved it thought, she shouldn't have called me a slut in the first place.

"Get lost Rachel." I pushed my way past her before she could stop, opened the bathroom door and ran again, down to the year 10 bathroom this time.

I must have only been in this cubicle for about 10 minutes until the bathroom door in here was swung open as well. I rolled my eyes and stood up, reaching the lock. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and opened the door.

"I said get fucking lost Ra..." I gasped, right in front of me was the head of English, Mrs. Jacobs. I gulped as I saw the expression on her face, she looked repulsed at me and my language. She had just caught me ditching a lesson in the girls bathrooms.

"I don't think you fully comprehend how much trouble you are in Misses." She looked at me sternly and held open the door for me to walk out, I knew where we were heading immediately, the headmaster office. I took one step out of the door, and held my head up high like I didn't give a fuck about the world anymore. Being perfectly honest, I don't.