Anger Is A Girl's Best Friend(I Am Not Okay With This fanfic)

The Truth About Valerie Benson/I'm Sorry/Friends

I was snapped out of my flashback by a soft female voice asking,"Hey, are you okay?" I blinked, feeling crimson burn through my face as I noticed the whole gym was staring at me, the basketball game that had been going on now silent. I saw that it was none other than smart, badass Dina, aka Sydney's best and possibly only friend. I muttered,"Yeah, whatever.." She replied,"Sheesh, just trying to help. You really are a bitch sometimes, Valerie." For some reason, that sentence got under my skin, causing me to shove past her, my shoulder slamming into hers on the way past, and shouted,"What the fuck are you looking at, you bunch of fucking pricks?!" Instantly, everyone went back to what they were doing, and I made my way to the bathroom, my hands shaking. I whispered,"Not now..Shit, please not now", and locked myself inside a stall, before I began crying. Like I said, I wasn't always pissed off..Sometimes, like that moment, everything came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks, and I broke down, but I always made sure no one caught me. Because, believe me, those assholes would have a field day with that shit, let me tell you. After all, Valerie Benson didn't cry, or care about anyone, or believe in rules, right? That's what I made everyone believe, anyway, but no one ever knew the real me..And that's how I wanted it.

I jumped, as the bathroom door slammed open, and wiped my eyes, as a familiar voice shouted,"Hey! Shithead, come out! I know you're in there, Val!" I stood up, and slowly unlocked the stall door, already knowing I was in for at least five minutes of pissed off bullshit, and found myself slammed against the stall door by Sydney. "If you ever talk to Dina like that again, I'll-" I quietly interrupted her, not in the mood,"Just leave me the fuck alone, alright? Didn't mean to be a dick to your friend, Ginger Snap.." I shoved past her, confusion written all across her freckled, ivory face, not that I'd noticed any of her fine features before. I shook my head, as I walked out of the bathroom. What the fuck was I doing? Where the hell had those thoughts suddenly come from? Fuck my life.. As the final bell rang, signaling it was at blissfully last, the end of the school day, I made my way out of the school like my ass was on fire, and, as I got far enough away from prying eyes, I took a deep breath, and relaxed, letting my armor fall away. After school was the only time I let myself be me, and I milked it for all it was fucking worth. I slipped my shoes off, the warm asphalt nice against my feet, and plugged my headphones into my iPod, then slipped them on, and began dancing my way down the street to Seven Devils by Florence And The Machine, the blue sky above me melding with the summer heat to make me feel completely free in that moment. I kept dancing past the railroad tracks as slowly as possible, not ready to face the crushing, overwhelming fear I would be a victim of when I got home, and, as I got to the bridge, I stopped, and picked up a handful of rocks, sliding my headphones off. I sighed, and leaned against the railing, tossing rock after rock over the edge, and I have to be honest; I kind of wondered what it would be like to just say fuck everything, and jump over the edge like the rocks. But then, my mind suddenly switched gears on me, and I found myself thinking about Sydney Novak. What the hell, brain? Maybe I should give that friend thing a try..But the whole idea scared me, honestly.

As soon as I finished tossing the rocks over the railing, I slipped my headphones back on, and once again began dancing my way home, not noticing my surroundings, even as I got to my neighborhood. I guess what happened next was inevitable, given my timing and where I lived, but I seriously had no idea Syd and Stanley Barber were both standing in her driveway, watching me like a couple of idiots. So when I opened my eyes, and saw them staring at me in shock, I froze. Shit..They awkwardly looked away, trying to act casual. Totally not weird at all. I slid my headphones off, and pulled my shoes back on, then awkwardly cleared my throat. "Hey, guys..Just, you know, headed home." Stanley casually waved, offering a smile like he hadn't just witnessed me dancing like a dumbass in the middle of the road. "Hey..Val. Soooo..What do you think of Bloodwitch?" I raised an eyebrow, and shrugged. "Fucking geniuses if you really wanna know my opinion, Stan the Man." Syd just glanced at me, then looked at the ground, and I sighed. "So..Listen. I, uh, have been thinking about what that lady said. Maybe-" I rolled my eyes, already regretting what I was gonna say. "Maybe we could try that friend thing..If you want to. If not, I don't give a fuck." Syd sighed, adjusting her backpack on her shoulders, and shrugged. "Okay..I guess we can do that." She sounded completely weirded out by the idea, which kinda made the fire inside me ignite a bit, and for some reason, hurt. I laughed sarcastically, and shrugged. "Know what? Never fucking mind. Who needs friends, anyway?" I flipped her off, and then, stormed my way off towards my house, and heard Syd ask,"What the hell is her deal?", to which Stan not so casually replied,"No idea. No one knows much about her. Mystery woman.."