Messing with the QB Bad Boy

Chapter 6: The Truth Always Comes Out, Doesn't It?

The boys sat on the couch waiting for an answer I wasn’t ready to give them. I understand that they want answers but they have no right to any and they certainly can’t be here when my parents get back. They really do need to leave and I tell them exactly that. “We’re not leaving until we get some answers.”, they said in unison. Well that’s certainly not creepy. I just turn around and show them the door. I tell them, “I don’t care what you want but I don’t need to tell you anything and you have to leave so either get out or I will make you leave. I’m not like most girls I won’t tell you everything just because you ask me to. If I want to tell you it will be on my own times and terms.”. They all stood there speechless. I pointed out the door and they got the idea that I wanted then gone.
After they all left, I went up to my room and immediately crashed on the bed out of exhaustion. Today has been one long shitty day. I just hope tomorrow will be better. Ha was I wrong. 😉

********Next day********

My alarm clock woke me up blaring “I gotta find where I belong”. What a lovely song, it may be sad but it just about sums up my mood right now. I have a feeling today isn’t gonna go the best way for me. Getting dressed after my shower and morning routine. I decided to wear my ripped black skinny jeans, a red crop top, some black Vans high-tops, a gold chain and my signature leather jacket. For makeup I kept it really light and just a smoke red eye and winged liner with some clear lip gloss. I’m not trying to impress anyone if that’s what you’re thinking, I’m just making myself look good because, look good feel good right. I have a feeling about today and I’m hoping if I look good and confident maybe I’ll feel that way too.

I got out of the house locking the door as I left. I went outside and got onto my bike to ride to school. I know you’re thinking wow she has a Lamborghini and a bike. Yeah I do. It’s just a bike is fast and it gives you that adrenaline rush. I really need to clear my head too so this works out perfectly. My bike is black with subtle blue tints here and there. Honestly it’s my baby. Anyway I got to school and everyone was staring again. Like seriously don’t you people have something else to gawk at and think about. I mean get a life don’t go looking in mine. I understand you’re bored and all but leave me the bloody hell alone. And there goes the British accent.

It only makes an appearance when I’m pissed. And I’m pissed I mean seriously these people need to find something else to stare at. Getting off my bike with my helmet still on I hear a wolf-whistle behind me and turn around to see Kayden. “How about a date beautiful?”. I answer home with the best comeback, “Aww thanks Kay, but I’d rather fend off a mountain lion and die than go on a date with you.”. He looks at me flabbergasted and I just shrug and take off my helmet. You can hear the round of collective gasps from the student body but the only one I was focused on was Kayden who looked like he was having an inner battle with himself.
After my eventful morning. Ha-ha can you hear the sarcasm. Anyway after that I went to my classes and so far everything seemed normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Then came lunch. After a great morning my day was ruined the moment I stepped into the cafeteria. I looked at my table to find the gang there and Ash is with them. After seeing this I immediately turned tail and left. I didn’t want this drama fucking with my mood. I’ve had enough shock today. I don’t think I need anymore. The moment I left I walked straight for the school doors. The moment I was outside I went straight to my bike and rode all the way to this abandoned building I bought and turned into a gym. Whenever I was tresses or pissed I went to the gym to work off some steam. No one knew about it so I doubt anyone will find me if anyone even notice I was gone let alone come looking for me. I mean after what I saw today in the cafeteria I definitely don’t trust them. They may say they’re my friends but looking back on today and yesterday I realized something. I’m alone, that’s how it’s always been and how it will always be. Even if someone wanted to be a part of my life I wouldn’t let them because when you start to care about people all they do is hurt you.

After letting all my anger out on the poor punching bag. I really felt sorry for the punching bag I mean I hit it so hard and so many times that it broke off the chain. And then it split. Yeah so after cleaning up the mess. I left. When I got home it was empty as expected. Not even one of my so-called friends were there. Huh, how expected. I wasn’t really hurt because I expected this and I’ve learnt to be okay with disappointment. I went into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich for dinner. After eating my dinner, I headed upstairs to my bedroom and changed into my pyjamas. Once I was ready, I went straight to my bed, the moment my head touched the pillow, I was out like a light.

********The next day********

I got ready for school in the morning. I decided to wear black jeans, a black crop top, my black Vans and my signature leather jacket. I took my bike there today because I was feeling in the need of a pick me up. On the way to school I thought about how my life has been and how I don’t want to go through that pain again so when I got to the school I was back to my old self, cold, calculating but most of all expressionless. The moment someone finds a weakness in your expression they can use it to exploit you. I’m tired of pain and heartache so instead of caring and trusting I will remain cold and expressionless.

I see my “friends” chatting outside the doors. I make my way into the school not sparing them a glance. I got to my licker and took out my books for my first few lessons. As I walk towards my first class I see Kayden trying to get to me. I start walking to my class a bit faster. Immediately taking a seat when I got there. Finally, some peace and time away from those fakes. Hmph, I’m so tired of taking care of myself, but I rather go through this shit than put the gang through pain. They are my family, they have been there even when I was at my worst. Bloody hell, I’m getting emotional.