The Plan Gone Wrong

Chapter 8

After the whole mess finally finished boiling over, we were both dismissed, but not before Mr.Miller told us that we needed to prove we're spending time with one another by photographing ourselves together at our outings. That's exactly what everyone needs when they're hanging out with someone they despise—taking "memorable pictures" together to commemorate the "good times." Can you hear the sarcasm in my thoughts? I thought so.

I decide to exit the school, going home rather than spending my free block moping around the hallways. I didn't bother texting my brother to pick me up because I know he would have complained about the stench of me in my disgusting state and made fun of me the whole way home.

I plug in my earphones and begin to walk. I still can't comprehend why William would go as far as to dump my lunch on me. Bless the fact that Jo had an extra shirt, but I had to wash my hair in the sink of the gym change room because the dumb showers stopped working years ago. In the end, it was useless because I still looked and smelt like trash.

I decide to stop at the park to breathe in some fresh air, hoping that the smell of dressing would air out if I stayed sitting for a while. For a moment, I was able to relax in peace, clearing my head from thinking about the talk I had earlier, that is until I see someone approaching me.

When I look up, an annoyed William is stampeding toward me. What does he want now?

"This is all your fault!" He shouts, continuing to stomp towards me, flinging his arms around like an insane person. Why am I being blamed for this?

I decide to stay quiet for a bit, just to irritate him further, then finally speak up. "And by this, you are referring to what?" I dumbly question, pretending to not know.

"Don't act like a smart ass with me right now. You know exactly what I am talking about," Willy implies in an accusatory tone.

The funny thing is, I do in fact know what he is talking about, but have no idea what his reasoning is behind blaming me. Technically only I have a reasonable explanation as to why I should be blamed for this, but he doesn't know that.

"And why would this be my fault?" I vaguely ask.

"You could have prevented this whole arrangement when Miller first proposed this whole shit situation, but instead, you let your pride get in the way and prioritized looking good in front of your teachers rather than what would be best for the both of us. NOW LOOK AT WHERE WE ARE!" he shouts, not caring about the wondering eyes around us.

"At the time, I didn't realize I was being paired with an egotistical shit head who doesn't care about anyone but himself. If I knew, trust me when I say we would not be in this situation, to begin with," I yell back. Could he be more unreasonable?

"Who are you to call me an egotistical shit head? You are one stuck up, self-loathing bitch who doesn't give a damn about anyone but yourself. You care more about maintaining your reputation than what happens to others around you. Are you that selfish?" Am I selfish? Why am I even considering that?! If he really didn't want to do this, he couldn't be forced to do this program. Get a grip and think logically for a second.

"Are you that dense that you're going to throw around words you don't understand?" I fire back, seeing how genuinely unaware he is about his words and actions.

"I think out of the two of us, I have a better grasp of the English language. Just to be clear, I'm not stupid. I'm just trying not to be subjected to your ways of life. It's as simple as that." The hell is that supposed to mean? You know what, I don't give a shit anymore. Here's to making my life simple.

"If I am such a walking disaster to you than why don't we make a deal," I blurt, beginning to form a plan in my head.

After a couple of seconds of him contemplating, he looks up, replying. "I'm listening," he answers, crossing his arms. Here goes nothing.