The sass is real

10- Sighs & shed tears

Jared's POV

I smirk when I see Heather walking- or rather limping to our lunch table in the centre of the cafeteria. She winks and bites her lip at me, causing all the guys in the room to turn to me probably jealous. Hey, don't hate the player. Hate the game. I flash a group of girls a grin, watching as red forms on their cheeks and they start their chatter about who it was meant for. It wasn't for them...it was for the middle girl's see through shirt. Heather sits next to me and whispers seductively in my ear things that she'd like to do to me tonight. I wink in return and whisper back "That's if you're not tired out by then". She flirts back shamelessly and I smirk at how anxious she is. Damn I've got her hooked... 

The cafeteria is enveloped in silence when we all hear a door slam and see a girl wearing her pyjamas sit in the corner...azelia's corner. I glance again and see that it is Azelia...Whoa what the fuck happened to her? Her clothes aren't sexy like they usually are...they're comfortable and cute. Her hair isn't tamed and rather in a messy bun that really does look messy...not purposely done like that. She glances at everybody and her face....her eyes which used to light up and sparkle are dull and lifeless, clouded with sadness. The deep baggies underneath her eyes and mascara stains show me she's been crying and her slightly red nose and red lips are proof of that too. She turns to face the ground, not out of insecurity but like she's trying to hold back tears. She takes a deep breath to calm herself down, the only noise that can be heard since everybody is still trying to figure out what I am too- What the fuck happened?!

I see a few compassionate girls stand up and debate whether to sit next to her and comfort her but they sit back down again, scrapping the idea. I contemplate whether I should try and help her..somehow..but the way she's holding herself seems as if she just wants to fade in the background and be ignored, not be subjected to our questions. Hell, I'm damn curious but I can sense she's not open to the idea of interrogation. so I wont push it. I instead focus on everyone else and their reactions..

The nice, quiet ones are clearly curious as fuck but they respect her privacy and talk quietly amongst each other. A few guys are obviously concerned too but the majority are looking away, clearly uncomfortable. Then there's Heather and her group..who are obviously pleased for some fucked up reason. I glance at Heather and see she's smiling. Fucking smiling, the hell?! Heather abruptly stands up and walks over to Azelia, smiling in the way I can just tell that it wont turn out well. I make a move to stand up but get pulled away by Nigel so he can start some conversation about the end-of-year senior prank. I try and tell him that now's not the time but he ignores that and keeps talking. Knowing I cant escape this bore, my eyes stay trained over at Heather.

Heather and her group approach Azelia's table, although they remain behind Heather who stands in front of where Azelia is seated. Slowly but surely Azelia raises her head and sees Heather, grimacing and flashing us all a sight of her empty eyes. Of course, Heather is finding this an appropriate time to tease Azelia. Sure she's different from us all and we tease her but like, not now of all times. Can she not see her tear stricken face?! I try and ignore Nigel's voice and focus on the matter at hand

The first words are spoken by Heather, obviously intending to hurt Azelia. "Yeah um Azelia I know you're all weird and everything but like, I never would've thought you'd turn into a goth" waiting to get a reaction. Azelia simply sighs and continues to stare at the ground. Heather takes this as a sign to continue her stupid teasing and glances at everyone, like telling them the show's just beginning. "Azelia I think you're taking this whole goth thing too far. I know you love talking and for you to give that up is just...pitiful really" continuing on when she again receives no reaction. " You would think since you're so smart you would know how to apply waterproof mascara. Oh and your outfit! Did you honestly not look when you decided to wear your XXL sweatpants, red tank top and...cardigan? Oh my god...it looks like something your grandma would knit for you because she thinks its cute. Its hard to break it to you sweetie, but you look dead" smiling in satisfaction when Azelia's eyes open and her head snaps to face her. Heather should really stop...oh my god, is Azelia crying? I squint my eyes and see the teardrop that lands on her cheek...why would she be crying over what Heather said unless...grandma...cute..look dead....did...unless somebody died? Based on everybody's facial expressions I can clearly tell that everybody else has put the pieces together and figured out why she's like this. Heather seems to have figured it out too...and even though knowing this, she's not stopping her fucking teasing!

Heather manages to say in mock sympathy "Oh did your granny die? She probably deserved it to be honest, what with being related to you and all. Well not to worry, when you hopefully die soon you'll see her in hell. Where the both of you belong" smirking and high-fiving her fucking friends. Azelia rises to her feet and sharply slaps Heather, making the sound echo in the cafeteria. She looks at Heather with teary eyes and whispers out, just loud enough for us all to hear, "Honestly its you that belongs in hell. Yes my grandmother died and no, she did not deserve it. She was a kind woman...so,so kind. She was helpful, even when she didn't have to be and if anything, she's a million times the woman you aspire to be. So no, she wouldn't be in hell unless it were to be helping the condemned because she can't stand the idea of anyone suffering because that's the kind of woman she is. Hopefully I will die soon because although this world is beautiful, I'd rather be serving in hell than living in a planet where there are ignorant fucking miscreants like you!" her voice rising at the end. She walks away and one of Heather's friends calls out to her, making her promptly flip her off and slam the door, walking away to wherever it is that she wants to be.

I nudge Nigel away and tell him to talk to me later, watching as he agrees and saunters away. I walk to Heather and see the bright red hand mark on her cheek, not even feeling mad at Azelia. Instead, feeling mad at Heather. She winces and turns to me, angrily stating that Azelia slapped her and that she needs to be hurt somehow for that. Bullshit! "If anyone deserves to be punished, it should be you! What the hell?! Her grandmother died and we can all see she's grieving whereas you're just poking fun at her and making her feel worse. And what you said about her grandmother...you're lucky she simply slapped you. I'm going to go find her and apologise for your stupid behaviour, making sure she's okay." about to walk away when Heather says "making sure she's okay? She slapped me...if anything, I'm the one who's hurt." making me and many others scoff. " Fucking hell Heather, you're not hurt. It's just your ego that's wounded. Maybe to make yourself feel better, you can sleep with some guy that can actually stand you. Good luck finding one right now" seeing her face turn redder."Are you calling me a slut? Because that wouldn't work out very well since I'm your slut. Azelia doesn't need you as her bodyguard babe" making me feel disgusted. What a...I cant believe I ever slept with her!  

"Thankfully, you're not my slut anymore. You see, its because I discovered this new thing called 'standards'. Oh and I'd much rather be Azelia's bodyguard than be your pimp" seeing everybody turn to face her red face and laugh quietly. I walk out of the cafeteria and somehow...I feel lighter.

Now to find Azelia and comfort her, like how I imagined I would comfort my girlfriend. Just a matter of time before I can...