Love Lies (2)

g o o d n e s s

goodness: (n) selfless desire to be generous to others

I half walk half run off the stage. Kiana and I have just finished our little performance for the cafe. There were at least 50 people watching as we sung.

If you don't know, Kiana and I are a packaged deal. We go together. Kiana and I cannot be separated for the life of us. Luckily, both of us sing decently and want to duo singing group in the future.

Unfortunately, Kiana and I go to rival schools, but that doesn't stop our friendship from working. I know the drama at her school and she knows my school drama.

And she knows about my plan to take down the king at my school, Jack Harbour.

"Sweetheart! You were wonderful out there," My mom squealed. I jumped a bit and turned around to face her. After a couple of seconds of tension, I relaxed.

"Mom," I coo. My mom is mine and Kiana's biggest supporters. I run over to her and jump into her arms and give her a hug. She's wearing her favorite red heels and grey pencil dress that reaches her knees.

She brushes a slip of her dark blonde hair behind her ear. My mom leans down and places a gentle kiss on my forehead. I smiled.
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I sat in class glaring at the king. I knew he felt it, because boy, was tense right now. Not only that but he keeps glancing behind him. At me. Little does he know I'm planning to dethrone him.

The blaring of the bell goes off and I break from my glare. I rush to pack all of my things into my bag and get out of the classroom.

Here at school, I had zero friends. It's my senior year now so why should I even bother by now. I'm not Kiana, who is popular at her school. Making a new friend around every bend.

A stiff hand lands on my shoulder and I am quick to brush it off. It lands back on my shoulder. A growl erupts from the back of the throat and I swiftly turn around. And right there is Jack.

He quizzically gazes for a while then speaks.

"Do you have a problem with me or something?"

My biggest mistake today was laughing at the statement, enraging him. At a speed I've never experienced, I am slammed into the lockers behind me. Sharp pain spreads from my head to my back. I groan and mutter a curse word.

"Did anyone ever teach you to not laugh at me, bitch," Jack scowls and angrily says.

Man, if looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. Or a hundred feet.

I manage to push him back, giving me enough time and space to escape his tight hold. My feet move fast down my the hall and into the library.

I pant and bend over and hold onto my knees. I let out a cough and stand straight up. My eyes scan over the old books. One thing about my school is that it is broke. Nothing more, nothing less.

A tired sigh escapes my lips and I head towards one of the desks in the back. I slump into the chair and lay my head on the desk and drift off.

:::"Madison," a distant voice called. I groaned in return. "Madison, you need to get ready for school."

I crack my eyes open to see where the voice is coming from. My mom. I groan in response to her pestering. I slip out of bed and instant regret hits me. It's freezing. A chill rushes down my spine and I shiver.

On my way to my bathroom to take a shower, I grab my clothes for today. A pair of mom jeans and an oversized sweater.

I reach my bathroom and turn the water on to the highest temperature and let it warm up. While it's doing its thing, I brush my teeth and use the toilet. I slip out of my pajamas and let them fall gently to the tile floor. 

I step into the waterfall of warmth and wash my hair with my favorite vanilla lavender shampoo and conditioner and wash my body with scentless soap.

My hand reaches out to grab a fluffy towel once I'm done and turned off the water. I ring out my short hair, once dirty blonde now brown, and dry it a bit and slip into my comfy outfit of the day. 

Rushing out of the house with only 20 minutes to get to school, I swipe up my book bag and I'm off.

At school, I go straight to my locker, fearing that I might be late for homeroom, and everyone knows that wouldn't go down well.

When I get to homeroom, with only a minute to spare, I go straight to my assigned table. And right in the seat next to mine is Jack. Jack freaking Harbour. I scowl and walk over to my spot and almost slam my books onto the table area in front of me.

Either way, the sound of my books resonated throughout the classroom and everyone turned to look at me, including Jack. Snickers startup and I blush a beet red. But soon Mr. Ceno walks in and all attention is diverted off of me. All except Jack's.

I growl like I did yesterday and get out my notepad. I click my pen and write,

what the hell do you want??

And he has the audacity to chuckle at me. Oh well, I did laugh at him yesterday. He snatches my pen out of my hand and writes down in chicken scratch,

who said I wanted anything? just wondering why you were glaring at me yesterday...

I scoffed. Little did he know, I was going to take him down. Little did I know he already started the games.

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hey y'all. what do you think of chapter one? super cliche, i know. oh well...

-maddie leigh