Beautiful Curves

Explanations

Mackenzie's POV

I watched as Sarai walked away, completely surprised. I expected her to beat the hell out of Heather, but instead she just chose to leave as if nothing happened. I turned to look at Heather who was still laughing. The mere sight of her filled me with rage.

"What the actual fuck Heather!" She turned towards me, confusion written on her face.

"What are you getting mad about? You agreed to this, remember."

Shit, she was right. This was my fault just as much as it was hers. I looked around the cafeteria, noticing that people were still laughing at the scene that just happened only moments ago. I decided to go after Sarai and try to apologize. I left the cafeteria and saw her down the hall just coming out from the bathroom with her friend. Everyone was either in the cafeteria or outside having lunch, so I took this opportunity to call after her.

"Sarai!" I saw her tense up and grab her friend's shoulder. She began to walk away faster than she already was.

Sarai's POV

It was a real pain in the ass to get the spaghetti out of my hair. Miranda had to pick it out before washing it in the sink. Thankfully the janitor had refilled the soap despenser, leaving us with just enough to leave my hair smelling like fruit instead of a pizzeria. I grabbed some clean paper towels that were left on the sink and dried my hair with them. They wouldn't completely dry my hair but at least it wouldn't be dripping wet. Using what was left of the soap, I tried to clean off the salad dressing from my shirt. It had worked, but left a huge wet stain in the middle. Miranda looked at me with sadness in her eyes.

"If you want, you could wear my shirt." I looked at her and smiled while shaking my head. It was nice of her to offer her shirt, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to even breathe in it.

"That's alright. It should dry by itself in a while anyway." She nodded, still having that same look on her face as we left the bathroom. As soon as we got out, I heard someone call my name. I stiffened and grabbed Miranda's shoulder.

"Don't look back." I whispered to her as we both looked straight ahead, walking a little bit faster. I could hear the sound of footsteps behind me and began hyperventilating. I couldn't tell if it was out of rage or fear, but I just picked up my pace. My hands fell from Miranda's shoulder as I walked in front of her.

"Sarai wait I need to talk to you." The voice was very close and I couldn't take it anymore. I ran as fast as I could out the door, leaving the school. I could hear both Miranda and the person calling after me. I felt someone chasing after me, which only made me run faster. I felt the person grab my arm and pulled me, causing me to stop in my tracks. Rage began to overpower fear.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" I yelled, not even caring at this point who it was. I snatched my arm back and turned around, shock filling my features. Mackenzie backed away, a look of surprise evident on his face from my outburst. Before I could do anything, he spoke.

"I wanted to apologize for what happened in the cafeteria. I honestly didn't know that Heather was going to do such a thing. She had spoken to me about it last night, but I didn't pay attention to what she was saying. All I heard was something about a plan. I was going to ask her during lunch what she meant by that but before I could say anything, she had shoved a tray of food in front of me and told me to follow her. Anyway, I really am sorry."

He ended his little apology with a smile. What he had just said only made me angrier. I started to laugh, my anger driving me to the brink of insanity.

Mackenzie's POV

My smile faded from my face as I watched her laugh. I looked down and saw her hands balled up into tight fists. Drops of blood began to fall from the crevices her nails left on her skin onto the ground as her body shook. Her laughing calmed down to a menacing giggle as she looked down. I reached out to grab her shoulder to see if she was alright.

"Sarai. Are you OK?"

Before I could even put one finger on her shoulder, her head snapped up. Her eyes a deep brown, almost looking black. If looks could kill, I would've died a hundred times by now.

"You mean to tell me that the reason why my friend and I had to pick spaghetti and salad out of my hair was because you were too pussy to stand up to a girl who is half your size." She said through clenched teeth. I wanted to argue with her but couldn't think of any excuse.

"You could have easily asked her what it was that she meant. But instead of doing that, you wanted to protect your fucking popularity and just went with whatever she said! You would rather kiss everyone's ass to try and be popular than to actually speak your damn mind! Your sorry excuse for an apology means nothing to me Stryder!"

The way she had said my last name dripped with hatred. I stared at her, completely at a loss for words. No one has ever spoken to me like that. Every word she said was absolutely true. We stood there in silence for a couple of seconds, until she walked past me back into the school.

I didn't move an inch. Her words had cut into the deepest part of my mind, attaching itself to my memory bank. I snapped out of my trance and slowly made my way back to the entrance of the school.

Sarai's POV

I walked back inside the school and made my way to the bathroom. Classes had already started so there wasn't anyone in the halls or bathroom. I went inside an empty stall and leaned against the wall. I couldn't help the tears that fell from my face. A part of me felt like this was all my fault. If only I hadn't insulted Heather, none of this would've happened. I cried for a good two minutes when the tears stopped on their own. I didn't know why, but it was very hard for me to cry for long periods of time. I usually hated it, but this time I was glad they did stop. At least now if anyone saw me, they wouldn't think I was crying. I got out of the stall and walked to the sink. I splashed water on my face and cleaned the cuts on my hands from my nails. After i was done, i left the bathroom and walked upstirs to my locker. Because she knows my locker combo, Miranda probably put my bag in there for me. Sure enough, when I opened my locker it was there.

I grabbed the books that I needed for the homework I got from previous classes. I decided to skip my last period class, which was Music. I actually liked that class, but at the moment I really didn't feel like being in a room where everyone's main topic of interest is you. Instead, I went back into the bathroom and waited for the bell to ring. I looked in the mirror and sighed. My hair and shirt still looked wet. I took out my phone and texted my mom, telling her that I was finishing up a project with Miranda so I would be home late. A few minutes went by when my phone vibrated.

'OK sweety. Be careful.' I felt guilt build up inside me. I hated leaving my mother alone, but I didn't want her to worry about what had happened at school. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my stomach growling. Looking inside my bag, I took out a bag of Doritos and began munching on them. I knew it wasn't the healthiest of foods to have for a person of my size, but damnit I was hungry.

I spent the majority of the time going through Tumblr and watching YouTube on my phone. I jumped when the bell rang. Shit that thing was loud. I grabbed my things and went into a stall. I made sure to stay in there for a while until the halls cleared up. I was waiting for a good 10 minutes when I chose to finally poke my head out the door. Only a few people were still in the hallways. Some were heading to the library while others were just talking. I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way to the Music Room. I smiled when I saw nothing but the piano in the center of the room. I looked and saw that no one was around. I stepped inside and took a deep breath. I turned around and closed the door, completely shutting the world off from my sanctuary.