Unexpected Turns

8| the prank of anger

I didn't sleep all night. All I could think about was Caleb. I can't just forget about him. I mean, I hate him but like it's fun to be around him. I can't tell if I know that I'm falling for him but I just have to remember to hate him. I hate the feelings I get when I'm with him.

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"Have you guys seen Caleb?" I asked Jace and Issac.

"Yeah, he's just chilling." Issac shrugged, I looked down at the ground. Caleb is always here. I don't get what's up. He's not here today. What did I do wrong?

"Is he doing okay?" Jace looked at me, confused.

"Him? Are you okay, is the question. We heard what happened." Jace furrowed his brows and kicked the gravel.

"I'm fine. My mom and I are safe, I just want to know if Caleb is okay. He stormed off before I could say anything. I don't understand what's going on." I cupped my face into my hands.

I decided to call Caleb because he can't ignore me forever, right?

He didn't answer. I tried again.

And again.

And again!

"Just stop trying." Jace signed, putting my phone back into my bag for me.

"Did he say anything to you guys?" Issac and Jace looked at each and shook their heads. I got up and began to walk away from the back alley. Issac and Jace followed.

"Look, all he said to us was what happened yesterday." Issac frowned. I could tell by his face expression that he was lying.

C A L E B

I felt the soft lips of some chick on mine. It relieved my pain. Fucking Miel. It's best if I never see her. She's making me go insane! I felt vibrations from my pocket. She's trying to call me. That dumbass. I pushed the girl off of me and headed to the back alley. No one was there. I looked at my phone and saw 4 missed calls from Miel. Fucking bitch. I told her I never want to see her again.

"Hello?" I gritted my teeth into the phone.

Issac.

"You can't keep ignoring her bro. You know she's worried about you. Why did you even leave anyways?"

"Just leave me alone." I hung up the phone and punched the brick wall. I felt sharp pain in my fists but eased it by trying not to think about it.

The reason I hate Miel is that her father was the one that murdered my sister. I would've shot the guy for God's sake. I didn't though, thanks to that stupid dork. My god, that nerd! Fucking dumbass. Why am I listening to her? I looked at the brick wall and punched it once again. I looked at the wall after a few punches and watched the red stain sit still. I roll my eyes, my fists were bleeding. So what?

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I picked the school's locks with a bobby pin and tip toed to the principal's office. I managed to break the locks in his desk too. I looked around for the locks sheet. That sheet held everyone's locker number and lock combinations. I finally and looked for the name Miel. I memorized the code and locker number.

I walked into the empty school and looked for Miel's locker. I opened her locker and grabbed a bucket of paint and filled the balloon with it. This will teach her. Go home and cry to your father, how about. That psycho prick, belongs in jail. He kills and abused.

Once the balloon was now full, I put a pin where it would pop the balloon once she opens her locker. This should teach her to leave me alone. That desperate bitch.

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I headed to school, smirking at what I did yesterday. I saw Miel look at me but I just looked away. She headed towards her locker and she opened it. I watched as everything went in slo motion. The balloon slowly popped exposing the red paint and fell on top of Miel.

She let out a gasp. I was the first one to laugh. I walked over to her and clapped.

"Congrats. You made yourself into a rotten apple." I playfully pouted and bursted out laughing again.

"Yo. What's up?" Jace narrowed his eyes at me, looking at Miel and then back at me. I shrugged. Nothing's up. Just decided for a little fun.

"Not cool, Caleb." Issac whispered, as he nudged my arm. I rolled my eyes.

"You fucking bastard!" She yelled. She wiped the paint away from her eyes and gave me one last look before running away. I scoffed. Who's the dumbass now?

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M I E L

I ran towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. If he wants to play like that then fine. I headed to the change rooms and took a shower, changing into my gym clothes. Thank goodness I have two sets of gym clothes. One set that had a white shirt and black sweatpants the other have a white shirt that said 'Eat. Sleep. Drills. Volleyball. Repeat.' I put on the one with the sweatpants and dried my hair.

My day got even worst when the black headed, blue eyed devil entered the room.

"Cheryl." I rolled my eyes and continued wiping my hair.

"Looks like you're daddy tried to kill you." She fairly pouted.

"I mean I wouldn't blame him. You're so, disappointing. A desperate, try hard, fake bitch." She evilly giggles with a shrug.

"No wonder you get bullied. You should just go kill yourself or something. I still don't get why your here. I mean no one would even care if you died." She kept talking, I felt a lump in my throat. I wanted to cry so hard but held myself because then Cheryl will know a way to make me upset. I rolled my eyes instead, staying silent.

"Like look at you. No guy would like you. I bet your mom doesn't even like you. It's pretty obvious your dad doesn't." She muttered the last part. She walked closer to me and looked at both of us in the mirror.

"I mean look at us. A somebody with a nobody. Rare sight. A sight no one will never see, why? Because you will always be a nobody; no one will ever love you, you desperate bitch." She grabbed my chin and forced my head to look up. Her high heels make her look so tall. She took her other hand and placed it on my wrist where the tattoo was. I could feel her digging her sharp nails into me.

"Stay in your lane, you fuckin bitch. Because if you don't, I'll make your life a living hell." She smiled, ripping her nails out of my skin. I watched her walk away and wait for the doors to slam shut.

I fell to the stone, cold ground. I looked at the green lockers and cried. Looking at my wrist, I watched as it bled uncontrollably. Her nails are so sharp, almost as if it was a blade. I didn't care though. Cheryl was right. I'm a nobody just wanting attention. I heard the bell ring, it was now Chemistry. I rolled my eyes. Hell, am I going to it. Cheryl has that class next and if she knew I was crying she will make the situation 10x worse. But if I don't go, she'll think she hit my soft spot. I stood up and washed the opened cuts and wrapped it in bandages. I ran towards my locker and grabbed my books. I walked into the classroom and found Cheryl, smirking. She really was testing me.

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Oh my pina coladas..

Cheryl is such a rude-
I also can't believe Caleb would do something like that. What's his problem...