After my little memo, we got out of there a-asp. Well, I wanted to "look" around, but Aiden kept complaining about basketball and Jake had to practically recite my record. It was long FYI. I mean, seriously, we could have gone through the drawers, scored some cash, and found cheap porn (like there's an expensive kind) by the time he hit 9th grade. Let me see, there was the locker room incident, four "revamped" desks, a missing statue, and a very suspicious smell coming from the vents that year. How I miss those days. A few more months and I'll have to start to "behave", which translates into not get caught as much.
"So, do you think Mr. Marson know it was you?" I gave Jake a look.
"No, I'm sure he'll blame Madison, or maybe the nurse. She always was a little feisty if ya ask me." I joked. He shook his head and chuckled.
"Good luck Wildfire." I rolled my eyes at the nickname and surveyed the courtyard. Oh joy, it's the cheerleaders. How I wish I could be one. Maybe if I give up my free will and thought capacity, they'll let me join. If only!
I was guessing it was almost seven, and I didn't need to draw more suspicion to myself. Leaving was the best bet. Good thing no one saw… damn it. The blonde chick. Uhmmm, I have to deliver a message to make sure nothing slips when the questioning is going down. Pulling out a piece of unfinished homework I scribbled something down then grab the nearest freshmen walking by. Seriously, why be here early if you don't have too? Why be here at all actually?
"You." The boy froze as I pulled him around the corner. "Take this and give it to that cheerleader after practice ok? Make sure no one sees, got it?" He nodded his head, wide eyed. "That one, over there, see? Blonde hair, get it to her."
"The one with the nice ass?" I cocked my head to the side and admired the vocal point, then turned back to the boy.
"You perv! You can't just go looking at girls like they're a toy. Now get this to the girl with the nice as- eyes." He nodded again and I walked off, keeping to the shadows… okay, not really. I just put on sunglasses and glared at everyone that came with in two feet of me.
"What the heck Ashley?" I groaned and got off of my car's hood. She's shook a piece of paper in my face. "Are you serious? You're gonna threaten me?"
"Maybe I should just kick your ass. You probably would be less annoying."
"What were you doing?"
"I told you a dare. Just seeing if I could really get into the office? K?" I went to turn back into the sun, but she grabbed my hand.
"I've known you for what three or four days maybe and all you do is piss me off."
"Yeah, defiantly kicking your ass." I mumbled. From the corner of my eye I saw the girl smirk.
"You wouldn't." Excuse me?
"Say wha'? Do you even know you I am sweetheart?" I challenged, suddenly jumping off the car and standing in front of the, apparently, uneducated girl.
"Yeah," She said with an obnoxious smart-ass tone. "You're Ashley Davies, the rebel." She grinned like she knew something. "That says "please" and "thank you". The demon turned on her heel dropping the note and walked towards the cheerbitches. I picked it up and took out my lighter.
Spencer, you saw nothing. Please don't make me have to kick your ( nice scribbled out) ass. Thanks
Damn it.
"Move it faggot!" A cheerleader bitched while pushing past me. I dropped my bags and keys on the ground.
"Maybe if she had a little Scott in her-"
"I could shoot my self?" I growled.
"Better off." Another girl sneered. Ouch.
"Hey, want to go and visit Madison on the bench?" She glared, but walked off, followed by the others. I was still picking my things off the ground when I looked up and say her.
"Come on Spencer, you might get AIDS." Her eyes locked with mine for a second. "Fuck off." I whispered heatedly. She ran to catch up.
"Ashley, are you sick?" Mss. Grower exclaimed.
"Mss. G, are you on crack?" I sarcastically retorted.
"But you're here on time Ashley. I'm just, oh my. The apocalypse."
"And my therapists say I have a vivid imagination." I mumbled before taking my seat. I try to ignore the pair of eyes watching me from the left. Stop it! I finally mouth. I'm not doing anything! She mouths back. Rolling my eyes I lay my head down.
"Jerk." Is whispered from the same direction. This day was already sucking and once again, my ipod found its way into my hand.
They say that I'm cool, they tell me I'm strong
Everyone says it's better now that you're gone
So how come
everything feels wrong?
I took all the money that I won at
the table
Got another record and a phat tattoo
Everybody
says, Hey whatcha gonna do now?
I've been killing myself trying
to keep my mind off of you
They say that I'm cool, they tell
me I'm strong
Everyone says it's better now that you're gone
Well maybe everyone is wrong
Everyday I'm alone and every
day's long
Telling myself it's better since you-
"Davies and Carlin."
"What?" My head shot up.
"Well Ashley, if you had been listening to me and not your ipod then you would know that there is an assignment worth 30 of your grade and you're working with Mss. Carlin." She gave Mss. Carlin an apologetic look. I groaned in agony then looked to my left as Mss. Grower rambled on.
"Stop looking at me." I hissed.
"I'm sorry." She said and I knew it wasn't about her staring problem.
So how come everything feels wrong?
