Handcuffed Rivals

10

If I ever supposed someone to be difficult in retrospect to his tendencies, I've never been more wrong on it.

Being difficult spoke nothing alike when you were handcuffed to Carter King, the epitome of Faculties whoreness, attention and gossip lines. I've suspected much, being the enemy had it's task you needed to take care of, one being informed about his wherebounds and extracurricular activities so you could plan a good prank, but this, this took a tool on me.

I knew what he did most of times, not because I was a stalker and had a liking in him, but because I had to know those informations. Being tied to him, gave me another level of 'being familiar with him'.

The girl before his locker talked, and when I mean talked, she wouldn't stop her mouth for the life of it. I didn't know what she said for the last half an hour, or so it seemed that much to me, but basically ten minutes of constant blabber that filled the ears of my poor existence. I didn't care what football carrier she hoped for him to get or how she loved it when he scored on his latest game and from the looks of if, neither did King. His face mirrored mine, absolute disinterest.

„Can you just shut it?" I thought I said it, well I wanted to, but King decided enough was enough. Maybe me being present in this conversation ruined it for him. He couldn't just- or he could.

I paused my thoughts and looked at the scene before me. Him sticking his tongue inside her mouth and her making unpleasant sounds while I stood there like a candle to a couple on a romantic dinner table. Stiff as a statue. Shocked, I was not, terrorized, most likely. But did I expect much from him? Nah, this is exactly what I knew he'll put me through.

Well, I couldn't go anywhere so might as well enjoy the ride. Their ride. God, I'm disguisting.

It wasn't fair. I wasn't a whore like him so I won't get him in these uncomfortable situations anytime soon. I could get a boyfriend just to spite him but I didn't want to have a child to take care of. What do I do with him? Take him on a walk like a dog? Feed him? Nah, too much money for something trivial.

Hm, a revenge sounded like a good option but how and with what?

I smiled maliciously getting my phone out of my jeans pocket and turning my instagram camera up in their faces. They didn't mind, they looked like they didn't even notice.

I pressed the record on live in my instagram stories and zoomed on their heads. Holding my hand in the air I unraveled her hair massaging her scalp while she moaned calling Kings name.

His face looked confused and I turned to his head doing the same thing. Once his brain catched the signs of something eminent, he opened his eyes on pure reflex, in the middle of the kiss so fast, I couldn't help burst in laughter.

And the best thing? Almost five hundred watchers in a spite of thirty second video saw the exchange giving me a tumbs up and a 'lol you're a queen' comments. It didn't help him that I had most of the students on my following list. Perks of being a cheerleader.

„Oh my Gooood! Bahaha..." literal tears left my eyes as I pressed the end button holding my phone behind my back. The wetness of my happiness evident on my rosy cheeks and prodigious smile. King pushed the poor girl whose name I didn't catch, not that I was the only one, and all hell broke loose.

His hand flied to find my phone behind my back and I tried to stash it far off his reach. The whole scene resulted in minor rumble, both of our hands trying to do distinctive movements but none taking into account our linked arms. We yelled it throughout half of the day, him telling me vividly how he'll kill me once his hands are free and how me having a vagina won't stop him from doing so.