Dream On, McHeart

3. Superficial Drama

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Chapter 3: Superficial Drama

I flopped on my bed, letting out a sigh of exhaustion. For the first week of school, I was pretty goddamned tired. I don't know how I was going to survive the next week, much less the rest of the year. It was past one in the morning, and I had only just finished my homework. Ridiculous. I should start a petition.

Just as I was pulling the covers up over my chin, my cell phone went off. "He was a skater boy, she said see you later boy, he wasn't good enough for her..." I groaned, answering it. "Do you realize how late it is?" I snapped.

"Yeah, sorry. This is important, though!"

Vicki. I should've known. "Yes, gossip girl?"

"You sound half-asleep," she commented.

"That's because I am."

"Oh. Well."

I ran my hand over my face. "Can you get to the part where you explain why you called me at this ungodly hour so I can get some sleep, please?"

"Um, sure. Are you sure you don't want me to just tell you tomorrow?"

"It's too late now. Talk."

"Well, it's about Brendan."

"God." I squeezed my eyes shut, summoning every ounce of patience I had. "As if there's anything else left to find out about him."

Vicki ignored me. "So he's friends with Rico, one of my old friends from elementary school."

"What kind of name is Rico?"

"Nickname. So I was talking to him earlier, while you and Brendan were busy making out-"

"Okay, let me make one thing clear. We were not-" I paused to glare at my phone, as if Vicki could see me through the phone line. "-and will not ever make out, got that?"

"Yeah, whatever. So somehow, the topic turned to Brendan-"

"Gee, wonder how that happened," I mumbled sarcastically.

"Shut up. And Rico was telling me how Brendan typically messes with chicks like that until they fall for him, then he dumps them hard."

"Okay... But I'm not going to fall for him."

"That's the thing. No one's ever resisted his charm as much as you have, according to Rico."

I dropped back onto my pillow. "You make it sound like a teenage love story, Vick. It's just a guy being a dick."

"But-"

"Goodnight." I shoved my phone under my bed and closed my eyes. She always over-analyzed these things. I mean, for god's sake. Sure, in the movies the player always messed with the one girl that resisted his charm, they fell in love, had babies, the end. This was high school though, not a movie. You had to be realistic-- Brendan was just being a testosterone-filled jackass. He deserved any hate he was going to receive from me. Which was certainly going to be plenty.

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"Hey, babe."

I elbowed past Brendan, slamming my locker shut. "Back off, desperate," I snapped.

"Damn," he laughed. "Calm your tits, okay?"

What in the actual hell. He was telling me to calm down? After getting all up on me yesterday? Why couldn't he just leave me alone? I whirled, jabbing at his chest with a finger. "Leave me the fuck alone or I'm going to have to deliver the message to your face personally, got it?" I hissed.

He raised his eyebrows lazily, staring down at my finger. "I was just joking," he mumbled.

"I don't care, I'm sick of you-"

He rolled his eyes and yanked my hand away from his chest impatiently. "Can you relax, please? It's not like I'm about to rape you. I'm just playing around."

I stared at him. "Who do you think you are?"

"Who do you think I am?" He looked down at me for a short moment, then released his grip on my hand and walked away.

I squinted at his retreating figure, trying to decide if he was being purposely infuriating or if he was naturally a bastard.

"You have your eyes on McHeart?" There was a sharp bark of laughter from behind me; and not a kind one. I turned around to see Allison, in all her fake-beautified glory. I swear, she was all makeup. Throw water on her and she melts in a puddle of mascara. Her bouncy blonde curls would probably burn from the over-application of chemicals.

"Is that a shirt?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

She pulled her so-called dress down uncomfortably, scrutinizing me carefully. "Has anyone ever told you what a hoe you are?" she snapped.

"That's ironic coming from you." I raised an eyebrow, adjusting my backpack straps.

Allison exhaled impatiently. "You're avoiding the question."

"There was no question," I responded, widening my eyes in innocence.

"Do you. Have a crush. On McHeart?" she asked through her teeth, adding "bitch" to the end of her snarl.

"Um, no, and even if I did it's not your business."

"Sure it is."

"And how is that?"

Just as we were reaching a new level of hateful stare downs, Matthew ran over. "Yo, Alice, um-" He paused, noticing the daggers in the air. "Oh, hey Allison." He nodded awkwardly, then backed away.

Allison flipped her air angrily. "This isn't over."

"I wasn't aware it had even started."

She shot me a glare, rearranging her curls.

"Ooh girl, fix that hair!" I exclaimed, faux excitement lighting up my face.

Allison's face went red (you know she was angry if you could see it through the five layers of foundation she had on) and she stalked off, her heels clicking impatiently down the hall.

I exhaled, letting out a huge breath I didn't know I had been holding. If this was the shit I was going to get for Brendan forcing himself on me, I would gladly deliver that message now.

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A/N: ok, i know it's a short chapter. I'm sorry. :( but hey i need sleep so i can properly stuff myself loool. Next chapter should have more Shane, for you Shalice fans (yes, I went there :]). LOVE YOU DON'T FORGET TO VOTE/COMMENT/FAN! ;D <333