Malice

Chapter 14: Cockiness

In what seemed like a few short months, I had had my fill with more drama than I would have preferred. I was exhausted mentally to the point where my body wouldn't have been able to rest. This was all rookie shit and I was dumb enough to get involved with it. My norm was laying low with Ashe and Brina off of the Mount View radar, but I didn't keep consistent contact with them because I was so drained. I didn't feel like getting bitched at by either of them. I thought things were finally going to get better for me, but I quickly figured out that that was just a lit I used to help me sleep at night. A hard head makes a soft ass. If it hadn't been for Anton, I would have still been oblivious to the fact that Alex was passing his dick around town like it was a game of Hot Potato. I was pissed off about it at first, then I was a crybaby about it, and finally, all of those feelings vanished. I was left feeling filthy for letting him crawl between my legs when he was probably sleeping around the entire time.

He thought that I was just supposed to forgive him and come to accept the fact that his promiscuity was a part of who he was and who he would always be. When I refused, he decided to punish me. It nearly killed me to hear Tiana rambling on about it, only to shut her mouth when she noticed me within earshot. I was just amused by the fact that she thought that the knowledge of them fucking would upset me when I had gotten used to it. I never had to see her unless we were changing classes or if we were at breakfast or lunch. We never had words even though we wanted to.

"Quit daydreaming and move your ass! We have to go to the gym today!" Ashe barked as she dragged me along in a sea of our classmates. "Again? Ms. Goosens hit those fucking pumps over a week ago!" While all of the other staff members jumped our shit about her hitting the gas pumps in Maybeury, scolding us for gossiping, they didn't know that Mrs. Butt, Ms. Goosens' younger sister, had already confirmed that she did actually hit the pump at Eller's and was still too shaken up to return to school.

Ashe and I rounded the corner to the entrance, taking note of how packed it was. More than likely, most of them were probably skipping. The wannabe thugs were huddled in one section of the bleachers making loud and obnoxious beats to freestyle to. A few more guys were standing at the edge of the gym floor, anxiously waiting for Coach Gravely to take attendance so they could start a game of basketball. The unbothered outcasts were blaring the music of My Chemical Romance on their phones. And then there were the females that walked around like they were Mount View's very own version of the Plastics from Mean Girls and the bitched from Heathers all rolled in together. Ashe and I didn't fit into any of the cliques, so things for the next hour were about to get really fucking interesting.

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I was in no mood at all to deal with anyone or their bullshit. I just wanted to keep quiet while I waited for the time to pass so I could get this day over with and take my ass home. I'd earned a day of in-school suspension for telling Coach Gravely to fuck off. If you didn't get up to play basketball, you had the option to walk around the gym until the end of class. If you refused to do either of those things, you got a day of detention. Needless to say, I wasn't fucking walking and I had no problem to get the fuck out of my face and shut the fuck up talking to me.

"Chill the fuck out dude. You're scaring me," Ashe said as she stared at how tightly I was gripping the bleachers. I was to the point where I was digging my nails into the plastic. To say that I was tense and frustrated was an understatement. The only bleachers pulled out for us to sit on were the ones near the exit. It forced all of us to sit closer to one another more than we would have preferred. Ashe and I were sitting right above the pack of bitches that were huddled around Tiana who was enjoying every minute of being their Heather Chandler/Regina George. We could hear everything from their sickening laughter to the names and rumors they brought up in their conversations.