Frequencies [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

November 15th - Under editing

I was just closing my locker for the last time today, completely ready to go home, when a hand stopped me from behind. It slammed into my locker and I just had to look at the perfectly manicured nails, the huge diamond ring and the uncountable bracelets to know who it was. The bitch was in the house.

"Rebecca Fray." She said with an accusative tone, her high voice sounding whiny in my ears.

"Maddison Greenfield." I replied, mimicking her tone and smiling sweetly at her. She couldn't hurt me anymore, she had nothing on me anymore. I don't know why she even bothered t oeven try and scare me. Sjhe and I both knew that time was long past us.

The second I turned around, I was surrounded by barbies, two on each side and the worst one right in front of me, the bitch. Damn, the whole cheerleader squad was here, Maddison must really hate me enough to pull out the big guns. And I don't mean her tits. She would give anything to have real pair of big boobs.

"What do you want Maddison? And be quick, I've got somewhere to go to." I said calmly, realising too late that I'd just given her a right open door. Fuck.

"Where are you going then? To shag my boyfriend?" I wanted to scratch that false smile off her face with my blunt nails so badly, but why would I let her know that? Maddison Greenfield took pleasure out of making others feel uncomfortable and I wasn't going to give her that pleasure.

And so, I snorted. "Oh, please, Luke is an annoying, arrogant ass. And we both know that this whole relationship thing you have with him is just a way for you to cover up the fact that you're a slut and that you sleep with everyone you can get. Which is like, let me think, the whole school."

She paled and I smirked, knowing that I had hit the nerve. Two years ago, I would never have said that to her, but I had changed. You will not terrorise me anymore Maddison Greenfield, never again.

She clenched her fists and, if she had been a cartoon character, steam would've been coming out of her ears. I knew that she was ready to punch me, her hot pink nails digging into the palm of her hand, but I just calmly looked at her and said; "I wouldn't try hitting me if I were you, I'm into martial arts now."

She stepped back angrily, her harsh blue eyes searching my face for any chance that what I'd said might've been a lie. It wasn't though, I really was into martial arts, although maybe not in the way she would think. She finally stepped back, not taking her chances.

With a triumphant look on my face, I shoved her aside and started to head to the cafeteria. Unbalanced by my push, she slammed back against the lockers, her barbie friends barely catching her. I could feel her eyes digging in my back as she screamed after me; "You better watch out Rebecca, I'm going to make your life a living hell!"

I just flipped her my middle finger and called over my shoulder; "Try me Maddie, cause my life already is!" I didn't care, not anymore. There was nothing that bitch could do to me.

***

I slumped in a chair on a cafeteria table where Mya and the band were sitting. Despite my bravoure from minutes ago, doubt was nagging in my brain. Was there really nothing she could do to me? I surely hoped so.

"Yo Becca, sup?" James said softly, eyes scanning my face. I kew that he knew something was up, though I wasn't sure how.

Mya studied my face and asked; "Is everything okay? You look a bit pale."

I groaned. Was I such an open book that everyone could read my emotions that easily? "The bitch finally figured it out." I grumbled, knowing that they deserved to know.

Mya paled as well, the colour draining from her face instantly. "Then you really need to start watching your back now."

"Guess so." There wasn't much more to say about it.