Haters Game ✅✔️

Chapter 7 - Sand Cake

Becca's  POV

It all happens in slow motion as if in some Netflix show.

Sand pours out of my locker covering my stomach down in the sand.

My heels are completely covered in sand.

I gasp and stand there looking in shock, first at my locker then at my feet covered in sand.

People around me stand and stare.
Some start recording and while the others start whispering.

I looked down the hallway to my left and then to my right.

And there he was the fucking culprit. I'm going to fucking kill him.

This is why he asked me for notes yesterday, so he could get my locker number.

He slowly comes and stands in front of me avoiding the sand.

"Hello Cupcake or should I say Sandcake." He jokes while grinning like an idiot.

Sean, Marcus, and Kade come and stand behind him and start laughing.

"You douchebag. "

I raise my hands and I was about to wrap them around his neck and strangle him when a deep voice came from behind me.

"What the hell is going on here?"

I turn around to see Mrs.Richardson standing in the middle of the hallway glaring at the mess.

"Ms. Emberlie, I want you in my office, now."

She points at me then down the hallway.

"Me, but he was the one who did it."

I tell pointing at Aiden.

"Then he will also join us."

I shrugged off the sand and then follow the principal to her office after I finish glaring daggers at Aiden.

Aiden follows behind me shortly after.

Mrs.Richardson narrows her eyes at us.

"So Ms.Emberlie you are on detention today and you, Mr.Steinfeld you're on detention for today and one whole week of suspension from football practice. And no arguing. My decision  is final." She says and raises her eyebrow challenging us to speak against her.

"Ok," we both say at the same time.

We get up and we're about to walk out when the principal tells "Also, you guys have to clean up the mess. You can leave now."

We both walk out.

I've never been in detention before but now because of this asshat, I'm in detention, that too on the second day of class.

Just fucking great.

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It's been ten minutes since I've started to clean this sand.

And guess what Aiden is simply leaning against the lockers and watching me clean this up.

I mean he's the one who made this mess can't he at least help to clean it.

Idiot.

Asshole.

Asshat.

Jackass.

Man who--

I'm cut off from my cursing session by Aiden.

"Can you move a little faster it's time for lunch, I have to go," he tells in a bored tone.