Reaching out to people sometimes doesn't work out the way others intend it to. Inez faced the brute force of those consequences when beginning to tackle the wall that was Sebastian.
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Plagued by loneliness since childhood, seventeen-year-old Inez...
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I Don't Care
"You better watch yourself next time, Inez. I was ready to mess that bald bastard up big time," Chrissy snarled.
"It's okay, Chrissy. There's no need to think about it anymore," I assured hesitantly.
I chuckled nervously as she rummaged through her locker. It was finally the end of the day, and Chrissy was seething with pure, unkempt rage. It was all because she didn't have a good time or place to sock Jake in the face. Jackson continued to stay in the way after I left, and the principal arrived just in the nick of time.
"Whatever. He's lucky that snobby prick came to save him," she muttered.
The three of them almost got in trouble. But, one thing Chrissy had learned in her couple of years here, was how to be the fakest of the fake. She feigned ignorance, giving the principal a bright grin while twirling her hair around her fingers. It was like a switch flipped in her, and that allowed her to act like a dumb blonde. She always got away with things using that.
She's an ill-tempered genius.
She slammed the locker door shut, making my heart jump inside of my chest. If I were on the receiving end of this anger, I would've dug myself into a hole and never came out. When Chrissy gets mad, she gets mad. I didn't understand how her weak heart allowed for that to happen.
"You ready to go to practice?" I asked, hoping to ease the topic away from Jake.
"Yeah, I guess. It's just me shooting balls into a damn hoop by myself in the small gym."
"Well, basketball season hasn't started yet. You have to wait."
"Still, they could at least practice with me. If the girl with heart problems is practicing, the other players could do something," Chrissy scoffed.
My lips pursed together while my mind processed her words. It may have sounded arrogant for her to say, but I understood where she was coming from. She tried incredibly hard to get to where she was and overcame her personal problems in the process.
Her varsity basketball team was once amazing. She was able to join in her freshman year because of how good she was. However, in her sophomore year, they got crushed by West High's team, and they never had the same spirit since. Nobody knows what it was. West High was somehow better, even though our players were seemingly unstoppable. Still, since Chrissy had become captain, she tried to give them a push, and get them to work harder.
Only . . . it hasn't worked, yet.
"Those stubborn mules," she spat through grit teeth. She clenched her right fist, the other strangling the strap of her poor book bag. "They're still wallowing in their depression about losing."
"Well, it was semi-state. West High's team was also incredibly terrible our freshman year. How they managed to get to first place is a mystery," I explained.
