Queen Bee

Chapter eight

I wake up with a gasp. Asher immediately takes notice. "Riley!" Asher exclaims. I rub my forehead.
"Where am I?" I question. "Wait, are we in..your house?"
" Oh yeah, I couldn't find your spare key." Asher explains.
"Sorry my mom probably has it." I sit up and look at Asher. "So what happened?" Asher shifts on the bed.
"Well, you blacked out on the sidewalk."
"Yeah I remember that." I chuckle.
"You didn't fully pass out because you were saying weird things on the way to the apartment." Asher clarifies.
"Like what?"
"Things like mommy, barbies, Buster" All things from my memories I think. I laugh and slap a hand on my forehead.
"Sorry for being a weirdo."
"It's okay." Asher chuckles. I glare at him sarcastically. "Not what I meant." We both laugh.
"Wait what time is it?"
"It's only been 45 minutes. So it's 7:15."
"We have to get to school!" I grab Asher's ark and run out the door.
"Okay then." Asher says while I pull him out the door.

Arriving at school:
Asher and I arrive at school just in time. 10 minutes early to be precise. Instead of bolting for his class today Asher insisted on walking me to my class. Mid way to my class I stop at my locker to drop off some stuff. Asher is leaned against the locker next to me. Just then I see Jasmine. Asher is telling me about some thing he heard in class.
" Hold on Asher." I hold up a hand to silence him. I walk toward Jasmine.
"Riley stop." Asher calls. I look back at him and glare.
"Hey Jasmine." I shout at the she devil. Without giving her time to speak I slap her hard across the face. She whimpers and grabs her face. Then quickly collects herself. She looks at me with menacing eyes and slaps me back. It probably looked ridiculous but I wanted to just best the shit out of her. All the hallway starts to quiet. "Take down those fucking posts about my mom Jasmine or else." Jasmine scoffs.
"Or else what Riley? Your a nobody. Nobody likes you. Your a pathetic little bitch, if you really think you could do anything to affect me your delusional. Besides if your talking physical it will just make you look like the psycho you are." A welt grows across her face. Her cheek fiery red now. I would feel bad if I didn't hate her with a burning passion.
"What did I do Jasmine? Why are you doing this." I croak. Jasmine takes notice of the teachers gathering around and quickly changes attitude.
"I'm not doing anything. Just please don't slap me again Riley.." Jasmine touches her injured cheek. Fake tears spill from Jasmine's eyes. I roll my eyes. The vice principle Mr. Crowley interrupts our dispute. "For heavens sakes girls, what is going on here!" He then notices Jasmines cheek and tears then looks to me and sees anger in my face and makes an obvious inference.
"Jasmine dear you can go get some ice from the nurse, as for you Ms. Evans please report to the principals office."
"With all due respect sir, you don't even know what happened." I argue.
"I don't need to know exactly what happened there is marks on Jasmine and you are obviously arguing with her."
"We aren't in fifth grade I don't need to work this out. We are seventeen."
"You put your hands on another student. I do not care what age you are this is absolutely unacceptable." The bell rings. I look back to Asher and he gives me a sad smile. And mouths the words "sorry" to me. I start my walk to the principles office. When I get to the principles office Mrs. Lawson, our principal sits at her desk with two chairs in front of her. "Sit." She orders. Mr. Crowley quickly scurries over to Mrs. Lawson and whispers everything that happened. Or at least what he thinks happend. Now Ms. McAdams please explain to me what happened. I slouch back In my chair.
"Well I was just standing in the hallway talking to my friends and Riley came up to me and slapped me across the face." She points to the welt. I roll my eyes at her fibs. "I tried to calm her down but she wouldn't listen and she just kept making threats." Jasmine lies.
"Ms. Evans is this true?" Mrs. Lawson asks me.
"No!" I shoot back defensively.
"Then why does Jasmine have a welt?"
"Okay I did hit her but she hit me too."
"Then why do you not have a welt, Riley?"
"Because she hits like a prissy." Jasmine shoots me a look. I scoff.
"Well since you have no proof I have no choice but to punish you Riley." Mrs. Lawson rules.
"Of course." I say sarcastically.
"Riley, after today you have a two day suspension and when you get back a detention including one today."
"Mmmhmm." I stare at the wall. That's the moment I realized I hated my life.