Crossing Enemy Lines

Chapter 2 - Deep Sh*t

My history exam was a big bum. Meaning I failed by 100%.

I trudged out of my fourth period History class, walking to the Senior lockers annoyed that I was too tired to even answer or focus on the questions.

And that annoyance goes back to Wesley, aka the devil, who kept me up 'til the early morning.

I rubbed my eyes, a bit of tiredness wearing down since I wasn't sat in a quiet classroom listening to the teacher drone on about, well I actually don't know what it is we were learning today.

Oh right, a test which had me falling asleep.

I hadn't seen my best friend all day, and if that girl lied to me and decided not to come in today, I was going to slap her with my fishbowl.

As I reached the lockers, many students I recognised from my year were littered around casually talking, some looked like they were judging others, others were dumping books into their lockers, or there was Nicola Vogan who was surrounded by her popular group, including Wesley and his friends.

Geez, even her names were made to stand out.

What a cliche though, right? The popular jock and the queen bee. The title cheerleader would have fit her better but unfortunately for Nicola, that girl didn't have a single flexible or athletic bone in her body.

Ignoring them, I twisted the combination to my locker until it opened, dumping my stupid heavy textbooks into the small, grey container.

I pulled out my phone and checked that I still hadn't any replies fromLaine.

I swear if she ditched me today...

Though knowing her, she was off eavesdropping on the latest gossip.

That's what the girl craves. It's her own personal... hm, I wanna say addiction?

She was going to get bit in the rear one day if she continued, especially the way she can pass on gossip.

BANG!

A hand loudly smacked down next to my peeling grey locker, dust particles bouncing off of it. My eyes trailed from the soon reddening hand to the pained expression on my idiotic best friends face. Her clenched jaw was a sure sign that the pain wasn't going away any time soon.

I watched in amusement as she regretted that straight away, slowly bringing her hand to her chest and cradling it. "I shouldn't have done that..." she winced, a dramatic sniff escaping her nose.

Sometimes I wondered how we became friends.

Ladies and gents, my best friend - Laine Montrose; with wavy past the shoulder length jet black hair, brown, almost black eyes and perfect milky complexion paired with a devilish smirk, this girl has been my funny, stupid, crazy best friend since the fifth grade when she moved schools.

When she dragged me into her life.

Or more like the girls toilets after Sherry Truesdale spilled her red kool aid on my yellow sundress that had everyone call me Belle from beauty and the beast.

She was so jealous...

I rolled my eyes at her before she let out the most dramatic gasp. "Guess what! I heard from Lisa, who heard from Tami, who eavesdropped on Chloe who was talking to Mallory who said she slept with Tommy after Bridget's party. She also said his peepee area was so h-" I managed to cover her mouth before she could get another word out of her vocabulary crude mouth.

She smiled smugly, eyebrows wiggling, knowing that I understood how this sentence would end.

"I thought I was supposed to guess." She just shrugged at my response.