Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 4~

^^Naomi Archer is up^^

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It's Monday, and I don't wanna even think about the drama that could possibly unfold today as soon as I step foot in school. To say I was nervous would be an understatement.

I wasn't scared of Naomi per say, more like anxious about what she would do. The fact that she didn't retaliate like I expected her to at the party had my emotions for the loop. And let's not forget my ungrateful bitch of an ex-best friend. The more I thought about what she said, the more I questioned our friendship. Was it even real? Did I really make her feel this way? Was I really that bad of a friend she made me out to be?

Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't. Who knows? But despite it all, I don't regret standing up for her. No one should have to go through that, especially if your alone. Highschool kids can be ruthless all on their own but having the whole school see you practically naked? That's a whole other ball game.

I shake my head out of my thoughts, grabbed my bag pack and a granola bar, not bothering to eat the breakfast that was left before heading out to my car. I'd usually pick Ciana up and we'd head to school together, laughing and talking about any and everything, but that's a definite hell no.

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I've been sitting in my car in the school's parking lot for the past ten minutes giving myself a mental pep talk.

You can do this Raven. Just walk in like you usually do and everything will be fine. Right?

"Right." I said to myself out loud, taking a deep breath and getting out of the car. As I predicted, the minute I stepped foot in school and people recognized who I am, the usually loud hall way became eerily quiet with the weight of their eyes on me.

I wasn't used to having this much attention. Hell, I wasn't used to having any attention at all. It was unnerving.

As soon as I made it to my locker, the chatter steadily rises until it was back to normal with everyone going back to what they were previously doing before I made my entrance. I sighed in relief when I didn't feel their eyes on me as much as before. I could already feel my energy draining thinking about the long day ahead of me.

The bell rang, and everyone quickly moved down the hall way to get to their first class.

Just a few more hours.

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It's lunch time, and I'm just about ready to go home. Everywhere I went people would stare, laugh or say something crude about Ciana, and it hurt. Despite what went down between us over the weekend, I felt bad for her. She was my friend and as much as we're not talking to each other, I defended her every chance I got, since she's not here to do it herself.

My 'heroic' bitch slap to Naomi didn't light a candle to the video of Ciana's little strip tease. It was all over social media. My phone kept buzzing with notifications of people sending me links and tagging me in their Instagram stories and posts. And let's not forget the memes. Shit's crazy.

But that didn't mean I was safe. I have yet to see Naomi make an appearance. I haven't seen her all morning and she's not at her usual table with her friends. I don't know what that girl's planning, but the wait is making me nervous. I just wanna get this encounter over with so I can go back to being non-existent until graduation.

I take a glance at Naomi's table again, only to see that everyone, except Seth Muller, is looking at me. My eyes widen and I quickly look away and continued eating my lunch. I could still feel their eyes drilling into the side of my face and it was creeping me the fuck out. And if that wasn't already weird, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder and I turned around, ready to tell the person to leave me the fuck alone, but the words died on my tongue when I saw Amalia Van-Kerr.