Thank you so much random boy playing basketball in the middle of the night at the park for being my inspiration to finish this chapter. I know I must sound so weird, but sometimes the weirdest stuff inspires me. Oh! And I would also like to thank Eric Cartman for distracting me from writing this chapter. Ugh, long story. Also, I would like to mention that... there will be swearing. Ladies and gentlemen, (Although, most of my reviewers seem to be girls, so I am going to assume that most of my readers are girls.) I drop the "F" bomb. Several times. Well, on that note... ENJOY!

Love & UFOs,

KatieLeeBooks

Chapter I:

This Is Your School Part VI:

Making Up

Saving an Angel

My stay at the Infirmary had been a hazy one. For that day I usually slipped in and out of consciousness. My friends didn't come back to visit for the rest of the day either. Occasionally, Trent would groan in pain and then turn over in his bed. When I could finally stay awake, I found it really boring and I had nothing to do so, I asked Nurse McRae for a pencil and a couple pieces of blank paper and I began to write. It was a horror story about a tunnel and a girl who thinks she's trapped there, but it turns out that she's really being b-never mind… I don't spoil things. I read the story out loud, quietly to myself. When I finished, I found myself to be completely and utterly bored out of my mind. I threw my head back and stared at the ceiling.

Goddamn it.

Why did I do that?

Because I'm angry.

At what, though?

People. People make me frikkin' angry.

Why?

Because they are spiteful, malicious, and condescending assholes that push me around all the damn time and treat me like crap.

Why?

I don't friggin' know.

Why?

Because I'm not them.

Why?

Because I know better than to be an ass.

Why?

Because then I would just end up hating myself.

Do I hate myself now?

No.

Why?

I don't know. Do I need an explanation to be happy with myself?

No. I guess not.

Why did I hit Trent?

Because he was the last friggin' straw…

Suddenly, I heard two pairs of footsteps making their way over to where Trent and I were. From the firm and loud 'clop' on the linoleum floor, I could tell that it was Salem. I quickly pretended to be sleeping. Nurse McRae pulled the curtain separating Trent and I to block us off more from each other. She left them after that. I heard Salem mumbling something and I strained myself to hear.

"Wake up!" Salem hissed.

Trent groaned, now awake, and smacked his lips together.

"Hey baby…" He yawned lazily, propping himself up.

"Shut up! You look like shit… How are you doing?"

"I feel like shit…"

"Where is she?"

"Behind that curtain."

Oh shit… I heard Salem pull away the curtain and take two steps forward. I could feel her staring at me. For a few minutes nothing happened until I heard Trent cry out.

"Just leave her alone, Salem."

"Shut up, Trent! I can hit her if I want." Salem growled.

My eyes flew open to see Salem turned to Trent, her arm raised and looked like it was ready to slap me. The two began to argue and I silently propped myself up and waited. Salem quickly turned around, glaring at me, and then jumped back, surprised to see me awake.

"You lay a fucking hand on me and I'll kill you." I said in a low whisper.

I shot Salem a hard glare and she returned it. She stepped back and I reached over, grabbed the curtain, and shut it in her face. She mumbled an audible 'Bitch' and then talked to Trent in low whispers. I glared at the spot she had been occupying before until she left. After a few minutes, Trent grabbed the curtain and pulled it away, showing me his angry face.

"I don't like you." He growled.

"I don't like you either." I shot back.

We glared at each other for a moment.

"I just want to let you know that what you did today doesn't matter. I'm still tougher than you." He said.

"Have you seen your face, you dunce? Yeah… You're totally tougher than me." I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

Before he could say anything else, I pulled the curtain away and blocked him from talking to me anymore. Nurse McRae came in and told us to 'Shut it', but found that we had both fallen asleep.

The next day I woke up to the sound of Nurse McRae's footsteps coming toward my bed. She pulled away the curtain and gave me a hard stare. I raised an eyebrow at her to let her know I had no idea why she was there and staring at me.

"Get up. You're getting out of here." She said finally.

I nodded and pushed myself out of the bed. She handed me a bottle of Tylenol and told me that I knew what to do. That made my blood boil. I am not a pill popper.

I ran off to the Girls' dorm to take a shower and get ready. When I was inside, everybody was staring and whispering. At one point, I think I threw a nasty glare at Melody, who had called me a 'friggin' psycho-bitch' and then ran off to tell Ms. Peabody that I had given her the death stare. The rest of the day had been uneventful. Even Mr. K's Math lesson lacked its usual luster and Gary was nowhere to be seen either.

It was odd. I felt very alone, but then, not. I mean none of my friends were around to talk to, but everyone had been staring and pointing at me. I had been so fixated on my thoughts that I accidently bumped into someone much taller than myself. I know it was a woman, because I had gotten a face-full of their bosom. I looked up to see it was Ms. Philips. If I hadn't noticed her trademark black sweater, I still would have noticed it was her by her smell: perfume, chalk, and face makeup. She smiled at me kindly while I bumbled out a pathetic apology.

"Oh, it's fine Katherine-" Ms. Philips began.

"Katie." I corrected her.

"Sorry- Katie. Don't worry. It was an accident."

I smiled back at her.

"Katie. Walk with me." She said, putting her arm around my shoulder and lead me to her classroom.

"You missed Photography class yesterday." Ms. Philips said.

Now, you know what's coming and I know what's coming. Ms. Philips wants answers.

"Yeah. I played hooky after Shop class." I lied.

She gave me a hard stare and then let it break down into a frown.

"What were you doing? Out fighting a bear? Look at you." She said, her voice was filled with concern and panic.

"I fell." I lied again.

She gave me another hard stare.

"Katie do you have an abusive boyfriend?" She asked abruptly.

"What? No! I don't have a boyfriend." I answered quickly, blushing fiercely.

She gave me another look.

"Or an abusive one either." I said annoyed.

"Did you get in a fight?" She asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Yes." I said quietly, now realizing that the hallways were empty.

"And you let them do this to you?" She took my face into her hands and inspected the throbbing bruise on my face.

I stepped away from her and smirked.

"Hey, you should see the other guy." I had meant for that to be funny, but Ms. Philips didn't laugh.

"Katie, some of the boys here… Well… They're dangerous and can hurt you. You have to be careful." Ms. Philips said.

"Okay, Ms. Philips. I will." I said, smiling at her.

She returned it. Then, suddenly her facial expression changed to realization.

"Oh, right…" She said to herself.

"What is it, Ms. Philips?" I asked.

"I just remember the other reason that I wanted to talk to you was because I wanted to give you make up work.

"Ah. I see." Crap…

"I think it was… Oh yes, take a couple pictures of the students for the yearbook. Bring the pictures to me next Art class."

"Okay, Ms. Philips. Thanks."

"And Katie."

"Yeah?"

"Remember: Be careful."

I smiled at her.

"I will." I said.

It had taken me a good hour to get at least one person to pose and let me take their picture. Finally, Petey had politely complied and smiled wide for the camera. After that, we decided to hang out some more. And much to his protests, I even snuck him into the Girls' dorm. Luckily, Zoe was out, doing whatever it was that Zoe did.

"So, Petey, how's life?" I asked him after I flopped down onto my bed and snuggled with my pillow.

"Good." He said in a dazed like voice as he looked around the room with child-like fascination.

I snorted and rolled my eyes, causing him to stare at me and then blush in embarrassment.

"How's life with you?" He asked nervously, unsure of what to ask or say next after I answered.

"Not so good." I said, staring at the ceiling.

"Why?"

"You know why. Everyone in school knows what happened between Trent and I."

"Yeah…"

"And now, everyone is talking shit about me."

"Well, that's not entirely true."

I shot up from my bed and stared at him. He blushed at the sudden attention.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, a lot of kids are grateful that you did it, me included." He explained shakily.

"Mm-hm."

"And well, some have even started to look up to you."

"Don't bullshit me, Petey."

"I'm not! A lot of the little kids think you're cool. A little scary, but cool."

I chuckled and Petey gave me a weak smile.

"Just be prepared." He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"You might start turning into everyone's errand boy."

It was that moment that my knob was turned furiously and I quickly shoved Petey into the dresser, to which he groaned in pain. Suddenly, the door bursted open and Angel appeared, distraught and out of breath. She looked relieved to see me.

"Ho-lee-shit. Do I need yer' help right about now." She said in a surprising Southern drawl.

"Um, what happened?" I asked, unsure of her state-of-mind and if she saw Petey or not.

"It's that little bitch, Salem. That gurl is one helluva roommate. I cannot stand her! Fuck!"

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?"

"I dunno! S'just everybody around campus has been sayin' that ya kicked the livin' shit outta Salem's little boy toy!"

"So?"

"Su'help me! God! She's drivin' me crazy, darlin'! She's always throwin' my shit outta the room, lockin' the damn door iffin' I'm not there, and callin' me mean names! That little… little… SKEEZER!" What the fuck is a skeezer?

Angel was close to tears by the end of her sentiment. I sighed and looked at the closet, giving it a now-I-know-what-you-mean look, hoping that Petey would see it and understand.

"What are you staring at your closet for?" Angel's drawl had dissipated a bit.

"Alright, Petey, come on out. I can't have you hiding in the all night." I said.

Petey stumbled out of the closet, out of breath and red in the face. Angel giggled.

"Hello, Angel. Fancy meeting you here." Petey said shakily.

Angel giggled again.

"The pleasure's all mine, sweetie-pie." She said, winking at him, which caused him to blush.

"Well alright. What are we standing around here for? Let's get 'er done!" I shouted.

We all quickly and quietly made our way to Angel and Salem's room. Thankfully, Salem wasn't there. Most likely off, making out with Trent… Or worse. I told Angel to move her things to my room. After about twenty minutes of packing and quickly throwing the random items Angel owned into Zoe and I's room, the deed was done. Now, it was time for revenge.

Angel giggled as I set up rotten eggs in the Goth girl's bed. I handed her a bag of marbles to place in front of the bed, she gleefully put them there and then smiled at me. Finally, I placed a nice little stink bomb above the door frame. I looked over just in time to see Angel pouring itching powder all over Salem's clothes as she laughed evilly. She gave me a thumbs up when she was done.

We laughed ourselves silly as we hurried back to my dorm. There, we decided to sit around and talk about menial things like school, the weekends, and what happened with Trent and I. Angel was particularly upset with that topic and Petey blushed at her enthusiastic rage towards it, or at least the part about him getting beaten up.

Suddenly we heard an ear piercing scream, a crash, and another scream again. We bursted out into laughter as Ms. Peabody hurried up the stairs to calm Salem down. After that she approached my room. Petey made a speedy dive back into the closet.

"Ms. Moseley, you're room has been… tampered with. Do you mind finding another room to temporarily board in?" Ms. Peabody asked.

"With pleasure, Ms. Peabody. I'll just board with Katie." Angel said with a cheeky smile.

Ms. Peabody praised her for her understanding and flexibility. When she was gone, Petey tumbled out of the closet. We all let out a roar of laughter and joked around for the rest of the night until Petey had to leave. We snuck him up to the attic, he waved us goodbye, and then began to climb down the lattice on the side of the building. Angel and I spent the rest of the night asking each other questions.

"So, you like Petey?" Her face flushed red.

"Yes." She mumbled.

"Why?"

"Cuz' he's such a cutie! And he's probably the nicest guy in the whole dang school!" She giggled and blushed some more. I jokingly rolled my eyes at her.

"He kinda is, actually.'

Angel smiled at really nothing in particular, but anyone could tell that something she was thinking about was pleasant. Soon, Zoe returned, and thankfully just before curfew, to find that she was sharing her room with an extra person. She didn't really mind either. She like Angel when she found out the girl had a tough, don't-fuck-with-me-when-I'm-pissed attitude. We began to joke around again until Ms. Peabody had to ruin the fun with lights out. We all sighed and I let Angel use my bed, seeing as how her bed probably smelled like toxic gases from the stink bomb. I found refuge on the floor and snuggled up to the blanket that Zoe had insisted on me using, saying that she got hot at night anyways. I thanked her and slowly drifted off to sleep after that.