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

Football Game/Invitation

  I felt sleepy, and in a daze, my body and mind numb, as we drove through town, dangling my hand out the window the way I used to in my parents' car, as the wind whipped my hair into my eyes. The car was silent for awhile, almost as if a peaceful bliss had hit the three of us, and it was in that moment that I realised, no matter what happened, I needed Stan and Syd. They were my friends, and were hanging out with me, though there were plenty of other things they could be doing. Stan finally broke my thoughtful silence by asking,"Hey, wanna go to the football game?" Syd, high as a frigging kite, giggled, and replied,"Absolutely not", which caused all three of us to break into a fit of laughter.

   Later on, we sat down on a bench on the sidelines of the football field, my attention not even near the game, as my eyes locked on Syd, the way the darknening night made her somehow even prettier, though I knew that wasn't possible. God, I was being cheesy, and I needed to stop. I tore my eyes away from her, as she saidd,"I'm surprised you even come to this stuff. It's so lame." Stan replied,"It's the opposite of lame, Syd. It's theater. Live theater. Westinghouse Memorial High School on a Friday night. What could be more tragic? More Shakespearean?" I muttered,"Beats me..Actual Shakespeare?" Stan pretended to ignore me, and continued,"Think about it. The moment the lights come up on Hamlet, you know it's not gonna end well. Take, uh- Mr. Bradley Lewis. His best case scenario is what, managing some regional insurance sales company ? Where he gets to, I don't know, call the shots on Employee of The Month? I mean, these are the people that will actually attend the five, ten, twenty year reunion, because, aside from this, nothing all that noteworthy is gonna happen. This is as good as it gets for them. And I like watching 'em, like Hamlet, when everything goes to shit in the end...And everyone dies."

    I watched a smile slowly spread across Syd's face as she watched Stan, and my heart sank into a dark, bottomless pit of sadness. I knew she'd never look at me like that. The only person who ever had was Jenny Tuffield, and that didn't end up so well for either of us, especially me. I stood up, as Brad got knocked down, and muttered,"I'm gonna go get a hot dog", and felt my heart sink even deeper, as they ignored me. I walked off, shoving my hands into my pockets, and kicked rocks angrily as I went. What a dumbass I was..How the hell could I feel like that? They were my friends, nothing more, so why did seeing Syd smile at him that way send my blood into the boiling frenzy that I loathed? I walked past the hot dog stand, and sat down in a grassy clearing far away from the cheers of the football field, and closed my eyes, letting the cool night air blow away some of my anger. That was, until I heard familiar voices headed my way, and my eyes shot open to reveal Brad and his jock squad stopping in front of me. He smirked, and handed his helmet to one of his teammates, then limped over to me. "Awe, you know your friends left you, right, dyke? Yeah, they just took off in that car." I stood up, hurt flooding my veins. No fucking way. They wouldn't have done that, would they? I mean, they were looking for me, right? His smirk widened, and I muttered,"Too bad you cried like a bitch when you went down, Brad. Maybe you would've won if you hadn't been such a pussy."

   Shit. Oh shit. What was I doing? Shut up, mouth. His face turned dark red, and before I knew what was happening, he shoved me hard, and I toppled backwards, hitting the rocks on the ground hard. It hurt like a bitch, the rocks slicing into my skin and leaving bruises. My head rang with pain, and I couldn't hear what was said, as their faces blurred in and out of focus. I felt my body shaking, and something warm and wet dripped down my head, but I couldn't think. My brain was all fuzzy, and I felt dizzy. Shit, what was wrong with me? I faintly managed to catch the sound of two familiar voices shouting, and then, familiar arms picked me up, but everything was still blurred. I felt a second pair of arms help drag me, while my eyes closed, and the next thing I knew, ice cold water splashed onto my face.

   I shot up, coughing, my hair dripping into my eyes, and glared at my attacker, only to see that it was Stan, a faint smile on his face, though something like worry flickered in his eyes. "Hey, Val. Welcome back to the Land of the Living.." I felt the color drain out of my face, and laid back down on what I assumed was a bed, though it was more of a couch, in an unfamiliar room. I muttered,"Where am I?" Stan replied,"Uh, you're- You're in my room. You hit your head pretty hard.." I clenched my fists, remembering what happened, and replied,"I'm gonna kill him. Stupid Bradley Lewis and everone else always thinks they can push me around..Just because I don't have parents, they-" I went silent after that, the fight draining from my body, and closed my eyes. I heard Syd's voice suddenly whispering to Stan about if they should move me or not, and I whispered,"You left me.." That made them go quiet. Good, I'd made them upset. Syd told me,"No, we didn't..We came looking for you, and then-" Stan continued,"We saw Brad and his friends push you, and brought you here." I looked at him, and saw him blush dark red, then found where Syd sat on the floor, covered only in a blanket, and felt the heat inside me ignite once again.

   I shot up, forcing myself to ignore the pain in my skull. "Oh, for fuck's sake! You left me, and then, you fucked each other?? I can't believe you! Some friends.." I felt hot tears burn my eyes, but didn't care. Fuck them. If they were gonna be like that, who needed them? And it wasn't so much them leaving me, as it was Syd screwing him while I was unconscious. That cut deep, and I wasn't gonna stay there after that. I didn't even give them a chance to explain, and grabbed my stuff, which was somehow by the stairs, likely brought by them, and decided I would chance going home, despite the shit I'd get from Phil and Diane, not even caring at that point. I heard Syd calling after me minutes later, but ignored her, my heart feeling like it would pound right out of my chest. I kept going, until I got home, and climbed in through my window, shutting and locking it, then flopped down on my bed, and closed my eyes. I sighed, and muttered,"Fuck", rubbing my face with my hands. What the fuck was I supposed to do now? Friends didn't get that offended over friends screwing other friends. How the hell was I gonna explain that? Yeah, just tell Syd,"Hey, I like you a lot, so I got jealous when you went down on Stan while I was out cold." That would go over really well, dumbass. I fell asleep thinking about it, and woke up to silence, which was weird, until I found both my "parents" passed out, stone cold drunk. I snuck out quietly, and walked to school, then passed the day in a blur, not even noticing much of anything, mostly just staring at my desk the whole time.

    All day, Syd and Stan both kept trying to get my attention, but I ignored them, until Syd finally caught me outside my house. I nervously looked at the screen door, to see if Phil or Diane were watching. Fuck, if they were, I was so screwed. Syd asked,"Are you busy tonight?" I blinked, confused, and asked,"What?" She awkwardly looked down, and muttered,"There's this party at Ricky Berry's house. Me and Dina are going, and Stan is supposed to show up, so- I thought it would be cool if you wanted to come, too." I frowned, and in a desparate attempt to get her away from the house before the homophobes showed, hurriedly shouted,"Fine! I'll see you later!" She smiled, and walked off, and I raced inside to my room, breathing hard. Luckily, no one was home, but then, it occurred to me I had made a mistake. What the fuck was I going to wear to the damn party?! That was the moment I knew I was doomed, but I had no idea just how bad that party would turn out to be for me..