Toxic: A Sociopath Novel

Chapter 2

It's been a month since Cody and Igot together. I had just posted about our one month, and then two days later, hebroke up with me. I was devastatedbecause I can't flaunt around in Lyn'sface anymore. I dialed Christopher justso I could vent to somebody that wasclose with Cody. To my surprise, heanswered."What's your beef with Codyanyway?" I asked after I finished ventingand recalled the evil look Cody was givena few days ago."Well, he just added to that reasonbecause he dumped you out of nowhere,but, it started with Lyn. No offense, but Iwas mad at you both, him because mysister could have been the best thing toever happen to him but he never gaveher the time of day, and I was mad atyou because you knew that." I laughedat his response."Lyn isn't prettier than me, that'swhy I was chosen." "My sister is extremely beautiful,LeighAnn. You don't even know her.""So when's the first soccer game?"He sighed at the sudden subject change."Who have you been talking too allnight?" I heard Lyn ask in thebackground."LeighAnn." I heard Lyn's loud sigh."I wish you wouldn't get involvedwith her. That girl is bad news.""How so?" I tried my best to keepquiet and eavesdrop on theirconversation."You should have seen the way shetreated her ex, God forbid I ever hearher talk to you like that. You know shelost her virginity last year to a senior?" Ihad to bite my tongue real hard on thatone. She overheard me tell Courtneythat in chorus today."That's what people do in this town,it's just sex." "A martial thing!" I waited patientlyfor her annoying voice to stop. The onlything she was right about was me tellingCourtney that. The truth is, I loveCourtney to death, but she's a whore.She always tells me stories about howshe slept with her boyfriend or how shefooled around with some guy in a dirtypublic bathroom or underneath thebleachers. I envied it, so I made up a liein order to make myself appear less ofan outsider. I explained this toChristopher and he believed me. Wecontinued to talk on the phone until wegot to school, where the conversationscontinued in person.Lyn sits directly in front of me inEnglish. We had an assignment thatinvolved an essay, and from payingattention to all of her right answers inclass discussions and her above averagegrade, I knew she would help me write abomb essay. Every five seconds, I was tapping her on the shoulder asking if mysentence sounded okay or if I should usea better word. She must have gottenannoyed after a while because shesnatched my paper and did some heavyrevising. When I got my paper back,there was a whole essay written, perfectgrammar, perfect punctuation. It wasbound to be one hell of a grade for me. Ihope we have English together for thenext two years so I can mooch off of herwriting skills.After class, I was walking down thehallway holding Christopher's hand. Idragged him into the library and printedout two copies of my essay, on one, Ichanged the name in the corner to Lyn's.After they were both completely typedand printed, Christopher and Iapproached Mr. Henry, the assistantprincipal."Mr. Henry," I started. He stareddown at me and nodded. "Lyn copied my paper exact, here's the proof." I handedhim both versions of the Lyn writtenessay."How did you get her paper?" Mr.Henry asked. She wrote it, and gave mefull credit, I thought, but instead liedstraight through my teeth."She forgot it on her desk. I was goingto return it until I realized it was an exactreplica of mine." Mr. Henry thought for amoment, thanked me, and then wroteChristopher and I a pass to our next class,which we had together. Halfway throughclass, Christopher got pulled out byCoach Bradford, Lyn's geometry teacherthis period. He returned a few minuteslater, his face the color of a coke label. Ipassed him a note:"What happened?""Lyn was crying. She got a detentionslip for three weeks straight. She hasnever gotten in trouble at school before."I read. That blows, I giggled to myself. I went home with Christopherbecause he wanted me to meet hisparents. He poured me a glass of sweettea, and his family gathered for dinner."I heard you got detention." I said toLyn, trying to make conversation. Sheglared at me for a second thencontinued cutting her asparagus."Somebody told Henry that Iplagiarized their essay." She respondedand then stuffed the asparagus in hermouth."You shouldn't have cheated."Christopher blurted. Lyn placed hersilverware on her plate then dismissedherself from the table."That was uncalled for."Christopher's mom preached sternly.She's a pretty woman. I can see whyChristopher is so attractive. She has thesame blue eyes and blonde hair, theycould be twins if they weren't mother and son and she was younger or he wasolder."She cheated." Christopher reassuredher. His mom shook her head."I think someone framed her," shestarted. I froze for a second, thinkingshe'd figure me out. "Lyn excels inEnglish. I don't understand why shewould need to copy.""Laziness," I blurted without a secondthought. Rumor has it that once wordsare said, they can't be taken back andthe crazy thing is, I don't ever feel badfor what I say to or about Lyn. She justtakes words in the ass, like a hooker.Lyn came back and told her mom shewas going to the football game with hercousin, and suddenly, I itched for FridayNight Lights. The theme this week isblack out, so Lyn was wearing a glow inthe dark Hello Kitty Shirt, Black skinnyjeans, and black sketchers. I whisperedto Christopher that I wanted to go too,but he told me no."Christopher!" I cried. I have neverbeen told no in my life, I'm basicallyroyalty. I pouted and pretended to cryuntil he changed his mind."You're making a scene, LeighAnn."He whispered and then pulled me intohim. I shook my head and pulled awayfrom him, escaping to the front yard. Icalled my grandma and told her I wasready to go home. When she picked meup, I didn't tell her that Christopher and Iwere fighting, just that I didn't feel well.Later that night, I checked my phoneand had a text from Taylor. She attendedevery football game because she hassuper rich grandparents also."That new girl is datingDirtdan." I read. I had a feeling shewas slutty, and this just proves it. Hisreal name is Wesley Durdan, but heusually goes by his last name. Because ofthis, the girls and I call him 'Dirtdan'because he's Lincoln's fuckboy. Although,I never understood how, he's not evencute. He has straight brown hair thatfalls over his eyes and always looksgreasy. He's much too tall and he's weird.His lips are always puckered so he lookslike a duck and he wears water shoes toschool. It amazes me how many girlshave touched him.The second I found out about Lyn andDirtdan, I knew I had to have her on mysocials. I searched through Christopher'sfriends, and sure enough, there she was.I sent her a friend request. It came aboutmidnight when my phone pinged withthe message saying we were now friends.