Dark Rider

7

I felt myself beginning to hyperventilate. My face heated up and I felt the deep blush I was sporting on my cheeks. I knew exactly who it was. Jaime...that wack bitch. I mentally chanted to myself and took large, slow breaths. One, to slow down my breathing and two, to stifle the tears.

Any thought of crying went out the window once I spotted said wack ass culprit with her mini- me's in tow. No way I'm giving that bitch the satisfaction of a tear. I sucked it up and returned her stare, delivering pure ice with my gaze.

"Well, well. Check it out girls. Looks like somebody else has found Jennifer out too," Jaime said with a snarl. " I knew we weren't the only ones who though she was a slut," she spat. Oh, that is it bitch. Oohs rang out through the crowd and the few kids partially blocking Jaime's path to me stepped aside as they saw me start in her direction.

"What the actual fuck!?" Lindey's voice stopped my forward motion. She was by my side in an instant. She narrowed her eyes at Jaime. "This has you all over it, "she said gesturing in the direction of my locker with a nod. "Typical wack bitch behavior" Snorts and giggles punctuated her jab at Jaime. If shit wasn't so real right now, Lindey and I would have shared a laugh at the fact she just used the very description of Jaime I had thought in my mind just moments ago.

"Takes one to know one, "chimed Kirsten before Jaime could clap back at Lindey.

"Ohhh burn, B-J Becks, burn, "Lindey said in a bored tone while rolling her eyes. The nickname instantly pissed Kirsten off. She made a move to step forward but was short stopped by Jaime's forearm.

"We don't cat fight, Kirsten. Unlike these two, we have class, "Jaime said while flipping her hair. Kirsten immediately stood down.

"Look, an obedient dog. Cute," Lindey quipped. She puckered her lips and kissed the air in Kirsten's direction. Kirsten's cheeks flushed with her held back anger.

"Yea, Jaime. Graffiti is the epitome of class, I scoffed. "Especially when it's done in the name of a boy who curved you." Lindey snorted and I gave her waiting hand a high five.

"Yea, real upper echelon Jaime, "Lindey added. Our digs were beginning to turn Jaime a nice shade of crimson, matching her friend perfectly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I had nothing to do with your locker. Like I said, I'm obviously not the only one who thinks you're a slut. And as far as Alan's concerned, he'll always be mine. A bed wench like you could never change that, "Jaime said, her voice a crescendo with each sentence. The crowd let out a collective gasp. Oh no, Fuck the high road.

"A what bitch!?" Lindey shrieked, her fist balled and cocked back before she could swing, I grabbed her hand and darted into Jaime's space, ready to flatten her face myself.

"What exactly is going on here!" A masculine voice boomed through the hall. Every head snapped in the direction of Principal Watkins. I had a mind to still knock this bitch's block off, principal or not. Still, I lowered my hand, but my fist remained balled in anger.

"Ms. Foster! Ms. Goodman! Ladies, is there a problem here?" Principal Watkins voice queried. His eyes darted from us to my locker. He was no doubt, assessing the scene in the way only a former Marine could. We had all heard our share of military stories during school assemblies. His military background also ensured his voice rang with authority. I reluctantly relaxed my hand and stepped back to Lindey's side.

Tears once more began to prick the backs of my eyes. I burned to hit Jaime. Her at first shocked expression had morphed into smugness.

"No sir," Jaime said in response to Principal Watkins. "Let's go girls. We're late for class." The bitch squad dispersed, falling into line behind their "massa". Jaime smirked at me over her shoulder I kept my expression cold and narrowed my eyes at her. This ain't over bitch.