seat 16 ; j.g

1 ; shego.

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"blaire, did it hurt when you fell?"

"what?"

"when you fell from heaven, cause you look like an angel." he smirks, fist bumping with jack johnson and sammy wilkinson.

i laugh, looking him in the eyes.

"no, but did it hurt when you were crawling out from hell?"

i smirk back, earning lots of "oos" from the people surrounding us.

jack rolls his eyes, turning back to me.

"looks like blaire decided to speak for once. shocking right? we all thought she was mute!" he says, smirking.

"and i thought you were a dumbass.. wait, yikes.. i still do." i say, biting my lip as i shut my book.

everyone yells 'roasted' to jack and 'savage' to me.

"got anything to say back, jack?" i say, resting my arms against my chest. "you have a lot to say when you think your latest victim won't reply, but whenever she does reply, you're at a loss of words. that's just sad." i say, as jack shakes his head.

"you just gonna let her talk to you like that? you're being a pussy." nate, one of the guys in jack's crew says.

"me a pussy? that's some bullshit. it's just too early in the morning for all of this. you know how i do, i'll get her back tonight or something." jack shrugs, unlocking his phone."

"i still think you're a pussy. i would've destroyed her for calling me a dumbass when i'm not. she's just one of those prude bitches, doesn't believe in going out and having some fun."

i bite my lip, looking down at my hands. that hurt. i never thought of myself as prude, maybe a little snobby, but it is what it is. i guess.
....

10:26 pm , the hallway

"so blaire, we all heard what happened on the bus this morning." nicole, my friend, says. "jack was talking about it in art this morning."

"he said he has something in store for you this afternoon.." lexi says, "that pretty much means he's planning your death.. i guess that means i should start planning your funeral, right? would you prefer pink pansies or lilies decorated around the room?" lexi laughs.

"whatever he has planned is probably something stupid. i doubt it's anything awful. i'm not scared of jack gilinsky."

"you should be! did you not hear about what he did to jackson brooks last year? he ruined his high school reputation, imagine what he'd do to you." gia says. "you humiliated him, he's pissed."

"what i did was to be taken as a joke, i thought we were just messing around. me calling him a dumbass shouldn't be taken so serious." i roll my eyes, shutting my locker door. "he's in my next class, so if you don't see me at lunch, you know what happened." i wink, turning on my heel and walking away.

10:34 , history class

i walk into the classroom, looking around for jack. he wasn't in here yet.

i sat down next to one of my more distant friends, and by that, i mean someone that i kept distant for a reason. my reason for keeping skylar denny distant was the fact that she was nothing but an a class bitch. i'd known her since pre school and all she'd ever been was a brat. my hatred for her started with her never letting me use the long princess gloves during play time. i always had to get the short ugly yellow ones. then in fifth grade, we had made up names for each other. i wanted to use the name rachel, but she picked it and wouldn't change it, even though she knew i called dibs on it. my hatred for her has never faded.

anyways,

i sat down next to her and opened my notebook. she started talking about the whole jack situation, and by now i was already annoyed with the fact that everyone was bringing it up to me.

they all told me the same thing, 'jacks out to get you,' or 'jack's planned your high school death'

so when jack finally walked into the classroom and sat down two rows away from me, i thought i was safe, and that he wasn't angry about me roasting him earlier.

that all changed when mr edwards called me up to the front of the classroom.