Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 3~

^^Seth Muller up top everyone^^

.....................................................................................................................................

I always consider myself to be fairly calm and collected. Never letting the judgmental opinion or behavior of others cloud my rational thought. Yes, we all have times when we get so caught up in our emotions in the present of a situation that we forget about the consequences that our actions may cause later. We forget to think things through before acting on the impulse of our sadness, happiness, anger or any other emotion we might be feeling at that time. We forget to remember that our actions can cause the consequences of karma --whether good or bad.

And right now, I didn't give a fuck about consequences.

I wasn't thinking about karma dishing out her fair share of consequences on me when I pushed my way through the silent crowd, making my way to Ciana and Naomi. I wasn't thinking of consequences when I draped Naomi by her collar, bringing her face close to mine. And I sure as hell wasn't thinking of consequences when I slapped and spat in her face, pushing her away from me.

The once silent crowd was now gasping and cursing in horror. And honestly? I didn't give a fuck anymore. This stupid notion she has about popularity and hierarchy wasn't something I was too enthusiastic about, along with the majority of the school population, but that didn't mean I was gonna play hero and try to change anything. In a sick way, it kind of worked for me because I was okay with living in the shadows of New Hampton High. I was okay being Raven Abner, the best friend of the outgoing, fiery red head.

I knew of Naomi's little stunts she'd pull every now and then to remind us of our place. At the bottom. I didn't care much when I saw how much she made a girl cry to the point of passing out because she was dating her ex, or when she openly embarrassed a person for something equally as petty. It was a routine I saw as normal. But openly subjecting a person to this type of humiliation, just because they wanted a chance on a fucking cheer squad...? Is fucking sick. And all for what? Inequality.

She makes me sick. All of them did.

Maybe because it was my best friend that made me care this time or maybe it was the fact that the whole school was watching and I wanted to share her pain, or maybe, just maybe, it was because deep down I was always angry at Naomi when she did this kind of stuff and I've finally had enough. Which ever reason it may be, I couldn't bring myself to care when my best friend looked so broken.

My anger was boiling to the point where my chest was heaving and I'm sure I looked like someone possessed with my wild hair and clenched fists.

"Your a very brave girl." Naomi said, looking deathly calm. I'm surprised she hadn't hit me back, and that realization made me a little weary. I watch as she wipes my spit off her face with a small rag. "But, your also a very stupid girl." A flicker of fear rush through me, thawing my anger a little, but I wasn't going to let her intimidate me.

I scowl at her, "Fuck you." The bitch laughed, like I just told her the funniest joke of the fucking year. She walked over to me coming up in my face, "Oh, honey. You'd wish you never did to begin with." I was about to really give her a piece of my mind, but a cold hand on mine stopped me. "R-Raven, let's j-just go," Ciana said, her voice shaking.

I wrap my arms around Ciana, gently pulling her through the crowd. Everyone parted like the red sea for us, it was almost comical. When we were at the threshold of the living room, I look back to see that crowd was still parted, but Naomi was standing in the middle watching me. I flip her the bird before disappearing around the corner. The last thing I heard was Naomi's voice carry throughout the now chattering room,