Game Over

Chapter 5

Juliet

"Would you watch where the fuck you're going!" Vee spat as yet another victory crazed teenager bumped into us.

The first football game of the season was tonight and after that the party at Louis' house was starting.

I wasn't stupid. I knew it wouldn't be as small a gathering as he made it out to be. But for the sake of Everest I was willing to go. For moral support you know?

Everyone was excited and already celebrating a win, even though the game hasn't even started yet.

"Are we getting ready at your house tonight?" Ev asked as we pushed past a crowd of people.

"Yeah sure. That's okay with me." I said, clutching my french book close to my chest.

"Awesome. That way I can make sure you don't dress like a hobo." he mumbled.

I glared at him as we finally reached a quiet part of the hallway.

"I don't dress like a hobo." I said raising an eyebrow.

My sense of fashion wasn't that bad. Was it?

"I beg to differ. The sweater you wore at the beginning of the week hurt my eyes." He mumbled.

I stared at him in horror. "You were the one that picked that sweater out for me!"

"Only because my other option looked like vomit." He said.

"Will you guys shut the fuck up? You're giving me a head ache." Vee mumbled on the other side of me.

"You shut the fuck up." Ev retorted.

"I wish you guys wouldn't swear as much." I said shaking my head dissaprovingly.

"Stop being such a goody two shoes. No wonder Noah's posse calls you Bambi." Vee said.

It was true. They called me Bambi. Why, I didn't know. But I did know it could be a lot worse than that.

"I find the nickname rather cute." I said.

"I can promise you that it doesn't have cute intentions." Ev said.

"Whatever. You're just jealous cause you don't have a nickname." I said smugly. Trying to hide the fact that the nickname bothered me.

"I do actually have a nickname." He mumbled.

I frowned. He did have one. And his wasn't nearly as nice as mine. Fag. That's what they called him. And it hurt to see the way that name affected him.

"Come on Ev. See you later Jay-Jay." Vee said pulling Everest along as they made their way to their first class.

Unfotionately, they didn't have the same first class as me. They chose Spanish in the place of French. And I already knew spanish thanks to Rose. She took up teaching me and my brother as soon as we turned 13.

Julian could speak it fluently. The words always rolled off his tongue perfectly.

So because I already knew the language I decided to learn another one. French. And much to my dismay, Noah also took this class.

I entered the classroom and froze when I saw Noah arguing with Mrs. Houston. There was no one else in the class but them and it didn't seem like they noticed me.

"I told you no! There is no way I'm going to do that!" Noah spat angrily.

Mrs. Houston didn't flinch at his tone. She was one of the only teachers that refused to give into Noah's hard glare and shitty attitude.