Handcuffed Rivals

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I didn't want to say anything, although I was dying to. I mean, ignoring the fact that she cried over him driving a car? Of course my instinct was to ambush him and call out the questions that kept erupting inside me. Or laugh and tell him it was one of the ways to end up in a madhouse.

But I didn't. For once, I decided to be a good girl.

"Soo..." neither of us moved, just standing there watching where just a minute ago, Greg runned off to. "That was fun."

If you could say that in these situations. Did he appreciate my effort? Nah, I got a serious 'what's your problem' attitude for the rest of the morning. I would sometimes bring things up and he would say stuff like 'no' and 'don't care', so after a while, it got boring. I was the only one laughing.

I'm a girl, I tend to talk but with people who give me a respond, not a human, marching wall of silence.

And that's how you give up, until, of course, Charlotte shows up with her cleverage up your eyes and it's the only thing you can really look at. Shows the integrity, if you know what I mean.

"Coopy honey! I was looking for you." the voice was salted, not suggarcoated, if her boobs didn't show as much. Her hair falling down her shoulders as she puffed it out a little bit and then did her annoying habit of playing with the ends around her finger, smiling so fakely.

"Me?" if I could scream how that was one in a million chances of her needing me for something, I would've but mind the lockers and a hallway I was in. She never needed me okay, just made fun of me, always made fun of me. Get the notepad because I'm sure it won't be anything different.

"Yes! Come on, don't you act all shocked." even King could tell the lying bitch she was. Sparing him all the attention, her cheekbones must have had an contraction from all the fake smiling she did. "Totally not." I am but not shocked, horrified.

Sometimes even scared.

"Well," she paused to glance at my enemy for a split moment then composed herself like nothing happened "I wanted to tell you that we're so sorry, like enormously, but we're gonna have to cut you off." my jaw dropped to the ground, watching her play with her oh-so-role of a cheerleader.

That slut. Am I red presto?

"You what?" I wasn't playing with the sugar anymore, maybe pepper. The bitch said what to me now? Cues to beeing red.

"Not forever, I just meant on the pyramid for now." I'm excellent on the top, what is she doing? My body was shooken up. I swear, where are all the knifes when a girl needs them?

"What? Why?" I'm the lightest in the whole Faculty, I'm bendy and sporty. What more can she want? Is this because of King now? Oh sly, really sly. My eyes must be pooping.

"It's just that, we have been practising more but you never seem to be around. I know it's not really a good time for you right now-" she smiled again at the jackass who listened to it all and turned again to finish the conversation "but that's your problem."

The shock just stayed there within me, my mouth almost opened as a Gibraltar passage. It was all about the stupid chained punisment and jelaousy spitting out of her.

"That' so unfair! You know how good I am, as a matter of fact, I can garantee you that you won't find better!" or the lighter, I mean look at me. Bitch, look at me. Agh. Seriously, those girls won't be holding up for too long, the only thing a girl has to be in the air is fast and light. Do you happen to know someone better then me for that? I don't think so.

"I know. Life is a bitch but Franny will do." Franny who now? From the perplexity on my face, she knew I had no clue what she was talking about.

"Franny, the cutie from the back?" someone from the back? She is sending in the air someone from the back. I'm gonna need a needle to cut a whole in my throat because no air was available in this moment.