Bad Girl

eleven: lie after lie

I tiptoed into my bedroom and sighed, pulling my hair back into a ponytail. I stared at myself in the mirror with a scared expression. My feet hurt so bad.

"Victoria?"

Uh oh. I heard mum's familiar voice from the large doorway. I turned my back towards her so that she wouldn't see the bandages on my feet as I ran to grab long socks to cover the evidence of anything that happened yesterday. She came home too late yesterday, so I didn't get to see her.

"Yes?" I asked, feeling guilty for some reason.

"Where are all the old plates and cups?"

I bit my lip. "I donated them. There were lots of chips in them and the design is kind of ugly," I explained, hoping she would believe me. I swallowed a lump in my throat.

Mum walked into my room and raised an eyebrow at me then coughed. "You are so weird, Victoria. I do like the new plates and cups though. The design is pretty. Where did you order them?"

She sat down on my bed and I sat on my spinning chair, thinking of more lies. They came out easily which scared me.

"Ikea, of course. It take's so long to deliver though. I ordered them last month," I blabbered, raising my eyebrows.

Mum sighed. "Hmmm." She stood up and stretched then yawned. "Take a look into replacing the cutlery too, why don't you? The designs on the forks and knives make me cringe."

I laughed. "I like them!"

"Okay honey, we'll keep them." She looked tired as she looked at my room. "Don't you have any homework?"

I shook my head. "All finished," I said with a smile.

She raised her eyebrows because she knew that if I had no homework I'd still find another way of doing some research, or something.

"Very well. Hey, Vicky, don't wear those socks. The fur on them sticks to this white carpet in your room," she said, frowning. She then walked out and I let out a big sigh of relief then looked down at my painful feet.

***

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was my crazy alarm clock. I groaned and shoved my head under my pillow. I think my ears were going to bleed out if I didn't stop the beeping sound of the alarm. I let out a cry of frustration and curled my toes up then crying again because of the pain it caused my feet.

I knew I had to get up, so I sat up, my head feeling slightly dizzy. I also knew that it was Friday, so that made me get up and get through just one day before it was the beautiful weekend. I looked around the room and the sunlight shone into my eyes. I hissed and moved my poor feet and slipped on my rabbit slippers that looked odd with my black socks-- not the fluffy ones-- my mum disapproved of those.

On the way to the bathroom, I tripped, falling down onto the floor, something I never ever did in my life.

"Oh ," I cursed with my groggy morning voice and picked myself up. I trudged lazily to the bathroom and started the shower up, the steam quickly fogging up the glass on the mirror.

***

"Vicky. Oh, my, god. Your socks are hideous," Holly explained to me when she saw me approach her in the cafeteria. I could not deal with Holly today. "They do not match your shoes, at all."

Stop judging me, thanks.

The familiar noise in the cafeteria sent a stimulation through my nerves to my brain and I groaned because I had a headache.

"Ugh, I don't care, Holly. Okay."

Holly raised her eyebrow at me, crossing her arms. "Why are you acting like such a bitch all of a sudden after hanging out with Ace?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

I stared at her in disbelief. She stared back with her blonde hair falling over her eyes. She tucked it back.

"I am not hanging out with Ace. Even if I was, how would hanging out with Ace make me a bitch? And I'm noy even a bitch," I said, frowning, sinking back. I felt hurt.

Holly rolled her eyes. "I didn't say you were a bitch. I said you were acting like one. And don't lie to me, Victoria. Why are you lying to me? We've been best friends since ages. You are hanging out with Ace."

I groaned and shoved my head in my hands. "Why does it matter anyway?" I said, my words muffled.

"Because I liked him first, not you," she said bitterly, unfolding her arms and setting them on the table next to her finished burger and empty coke bottle. "I'm the one who told you about him."

I ignored peoples' stares and looked at the sauce left over on Holly's plate.

"It's not my fault he's my neighbour and our windows are like opposite each other," I muttered. This was not helping my headache at all!

"You could at least back away. Best friend code remember? I like him, not you."

I glared at her and looked around the cafeteria for Ace. He was sitting with a group of guys and they were eating fries. He caught my eye and smirked at me.

I was still kind of mad at him for everything but I was thankful he came up with the idea of wanting to replace dishes cause they were getting bland. And he helped me clean little things and bandaged my bleeding foot.

Holly gritted her teeth when she saw him smile at me.

"Do you want me to call him over? Then you guys can talk?" I said, flatly. I stood up and pushed the bench back, pretending to walk in Ace's direction.

Holly grabbed my arm. "No!"

I sat back down. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Stay away," she pleaded, grabbing her empty rubbish and standing up, ready to throw it away.

"Okay."

No.

Who was I becoming? I've never been this mean.