"For the last fucking time, I'm not going." I growl out at Amalia. She sends me a devilish smirk, sitting across me on Lucian's lap. "Why? Afraid things will go further this time?" The whole table roars in laughter. My cheeks burn in both embarrassment and anger.
I've already told myself that I'm most definitely not going to anymore clubs with Amalia. Even if it kills me.
It's currently lunch time, and I'm sitting at Naomi's table thinking about all the reasons why I shouldn't jump across the table and give Amalia a permanent fixture on her face. Things were bad enough as it is with Seth sitting here, along with the delicious memories of my lips wrapped around his cock with pleasure written all over his face. Every time I looked at him, I'd blush and my heart would feel like it was going to go into cardiac arrest. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that I was a nervous wreck.
Everyone at the table could see it, Naomi's suspicious gaze was on me since I sat at the table, but thankfully, Amalia's big mouth saved me from explaining myself. But as it saved me in one area, it sank me in the next. Everyone knew about the kiss, along with the other squalid things we did.
I've been banking on the theory that Amalia miraculously got amnesia about what happened between us on Saturday night all morning. Wistful-fucking-thinking.
"You don't want me to make you cum this time?" She pouts at me mockingly and I clench my fists at my side to refrain from doing something I'll regret. "Fuck you." I grab my bag and storm out of the lunch room with their laughter following mockingly after me until the door closed.
I didn't need this on my plate right now, I had too much already as it is. With my more than unbearable, selfish mother, Ciana and I's falling out, Naomi's sick way of having control over my life, Amalia and I's drunken night at a club, me giving my crush a blowjob in his car and Dimitri Luciano's sudden appearance in my life; it was all too fucking much.
"Raven?"
I quickly wipe the tears from my eyes and turn around to the sound of my name being called. I roll my eyes when I saw who it was. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to see if you were okay..."
A harsh laugh leaves my lips. Everyone's been on a roll today ever since I got here. This must be feed Raven bullshit day.
"Really Ciana? That's what your going with?" I cross my arms across my chest, waiting for the real reason she's here.
Ciana looks like she's been hit by truck...not that I was expecting anything less of course. Her red hair is a curly mess on top of her head, which I'll assume should be in a bun. Bloodshot eyes, with dark circles under them, and her pale skin a lighter shade than it's suppose to be. Her nice, plump figure had certainly taken a blow. She looks next to skinny now with her shirt looking like it swallowed her whole.
The girl looks like she went through hell and back. Good.
I was more than a little surprised when I saw her at school today. Naomi's little video of her is still the talk of the school, not that its gonna dwindle down anytime soon, not unless Naomi finds another victim. The memes, jokes and rumors seems to grow in numbers and it gets worse everyday, and its sickening how people are not being discreet about anything they do or say. Its a nightmare.
I don't know if I should commend her at her false sense of bravery for showing up to school so early after what happened, or call her out on her stupidity. I think I'll go with her being dense.
Finding out what a fake our whole friendship was made me realize that it wasn't one to begin with. It's like I can see right through her now. The innocent, doe eyed look she always use to give me when she was concerned, looked shallow and insincere now. I don't know how I didn't see that before.
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Highschool Clichés
General FictionNew Hampton High. The school that's made up of all things cliché. The mean Queen Bee that everyone loves but is too afraid to get close to, the jocks, the nerds, the wannabe admirers, the freaks, the popular players and whores alike and of coarse t...