Bad Intentions

CHAPTER SEVEN

                             D A H L I A.

THE next day at school, I pretty much look like a scarecrow. My red hair is tied in a messy bun and I'm wearing a baggy t shirt with jean overalls. I don't normally do so much makeup but today my face looks pretty paler than usual. I lost all my will to try to look good after what happened last night. Should I give a recap? No?

I'm going to tell you what happened anyways, in case you've forgotten.

Okay, I made up with Nate, we were walking home together from school, we had a moment, then we hugged.

Everything was going great. Until my son of a bitch father began to wreak havoc in my life once again. He blatantly embarrassed Nate, he took my mother on one of his drug trips and he beat me up, with thankfully no bruises.

Then, to top it off, my best friend disagreed to come over because she was on 'a mission'.

Am I missing anything? No, don't think so.

I sigh as I come back to where I'm currently standing which is close to my locker, in my big white t shirt that says 'Girl Power' and khaki shorts. I try to open it, but it doesn't work. My locker pin is 0011, I remember being too lazy to put a longer pin. So why isn't it opening?

I keep trying until I hear a voice behind me.

"Having trouble?" The voice actually sounds as evil as the question. I mean, she's obviously seeing me struggling and she's still asking if I have any trouble. I scoff.

I turn around to see the question asker in the flesh, and it's none other than Carla. I don't know where we stand, I mean she sat beside me yesterday at lunch but she didn't talk to me at all. Then I find out, she is kind of a liar. I want to drag her hair, but it looks so sparkly and luscious. Oh, I just want to touch it.

"Yes I am having trouble. Do you have anything to-do with that?"

She slightly smiles. "Of course not."

I don't hear any lying tone in her voice and I want to just cut her perfect hair with scissors.

"So who did this, Carla? Look, I know we have bad blood or some shit but I'm really not in the mood for games. Please just tell me what happened to my locker." I say and she finally takes in my appearance.

The look on her face confirms how horrible my appearance looks. It makes me want to laugh.

"If I tell you, you won't believe me." She states and I stare at her blankly. She does the same and I facepalm and motion for her to continue.

She still doesn't move and I begin to walk away (I have no idea where I'm going to because without my books I can't get to class); but I think walking away like this is very dramatic.

"Fine, wait." She calls, and I smile, knowing she can't see it since my back was turned to her.

"It was Kiara."

I turn around faster than I've ever done in my life. "Say what, now? Are you crazy? Do you think I'd believe that my best friend locked me out of my own locker?"

She frowns, "Look I know we got off on the wrong foot earlier, Dahlia, but I'm telling you the truth here. I saw her doing it and I confronted her about it. Richard was there as well."

"I'm sorry but I can't believe you." I turn to leave before I say, "You ready should stop this act of yours, it doesn't suit you."

*****

I went to four of my classes before lunch and I had no books. The teachers didn't even care and luckily, there were no assignments or class activities. Since Kiara and I didn't have the same classes today, I hadn't seen her since morning. Did I even want to see her?