Roxie walked into the kitchen around three in the morning, desperately needing a glass or water. She licked her dry lips and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. She filled it with water, and took a long, refreshing gulp. She leaned against the counter and thought about the night's events. It had been going reasonably well…she had talked with Craig, kissed him a little, and then had gone into the kitchen, eaten some really yummy chips, and then headed back to Craig to….oh, yeah…find him kissing some other girl!!!!! Roxie gritted her teeth and slammed down her water glass.
She had put on a brave face and had given a nice little speech to Craig about how it didn't matter to her, and how they were just "friends". Roxie wasn't sure if making out was in the criteria for a simple friendship, but she had told Craig they were anyway. She couldn't lose her cool.
Roxie turned to the refrigerator, seriously craving something to eat. She was about to open the door when Spinner stumbled in. Roxie jumped and turned.
"Hey! Hey!" Spinner said, walking unsteadily to the counter. "You are awesome, Roxie."
Roxie wrinkled her forehead and turned from the fridge. She sighed. Spinner was obviously drunk. His eyes were slightly unfocused, and he couldn't even walk in a straight line. Roxie rubbed her eyes with her hands and sighed again.
"You are. I'm serious," he said, slurring slightly. "Dude, your sister is hungry. She….she asked me to get her food. We're up in her bedroom." Spinner pretended to nudge the air, and then gave an exaggerated wink at the refrigerator. Roxie would have laughed if it weren't so pathetic.
"That's nice, Spinner. Hey, I have an idea!" Spinner smiled and nodded at her, looking excited. "Why don't you leave?"
"No. No way," Spinner said, closing his eyes and shaking his head firmly. "Not leaving yet. You're pretty." He said suddenly. He came toward her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Like your sis-sister, except, different. I think your both pretty hot." He grinned stupidly and leaned over, attempting to kiss Roxie. When he did, Roxie squealed and pushed him off firmly. He stumbled, couldn't catch himself, and then fell into a vase on the counter. It tumbled to the floor, and crashed.
"Oh…oh, no. I'm sorry, Roxie," he said, not noticing the mess. He spotted the pile of glass and rubbed his head. "Was that me?"
"Yes, yes it was Spinner!" she cried, running her hands angrily through her blonde hair. "God, I'm going to get in so much fucking trouble for that! You are such an ass, getting trashed and coming over here, and trying to kiss me and breaking shit!"
"Roxie…" he said, trailing off and stumbling a bit. He blinked, and seemed to control himself. Roxie just sighed angrily. She grabbed his coat off another chair and hurled it at him.
"Get out!" she yelled. Spinner frowned, barely catching his coat.
"Your….your sister invited me. You can't kick me out!" he said.
"I just did," she said, going around and opening the back door. She then grabbed Spinner by his t-shirt sleeve and hurled him onto the lawn, closing and locking the door behind him.
Roxie waited for a minute, watching as Spinner got to his feet and stumbled away. Roxie knew it was a bad idea to let him walk home wasted, but she figured he couldn't' do that much harm walking. Besides, the fresh air might sober him up. Roxie turned away and went back to the fridge.
She might seem like a complete bitch for trying to keep Spinner away from Angel, but she actually had good intentions. Angel's boyfriends were always lured into drugs, stealing, and other stupid stuff, just because Angel pressured them too. Just like Spinner getting drunk. It might be one time, but Roxie had seen this before, and it only led to more bad stuff. Roxie was no angel herself, but still…
Roxie took out some turkey. She couldn't do much now, so she just hoped that Spinner came to his senses. Roxie even wished he went back to that stuck-up, princess Paige girl. She sighed again as she took a bite of turkey. Spinner was on his own now.
"Here," Emma said angrily, tossing some money at Manny, who was sitting on a ledge outside the school, enjoying the sun. Manny caught the money, quickly counted it, and then nodded, satisfied.
"Are you happy?" Emma snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. Manny frowned and set the money down.
"What's your problem?" she asked. Emma was being more of a bitch than usual. Emma sighed and threw up her hands.
"You wouldn't understand," Emma said, her tone getting softer. She plopped down her backpack next to Manny and sat down on the cold marble. She pulled out a tofu sand which and unwrapped it slowly, staring at the ground sadly. "Friday sucked." She muttered under her breath, not expecting Manny to hear her. Manny did, and sat up straighter.
"What happened?" Manny asked, shifting slightly.
"Nothing, ok?" Emma snapped, taking a large bite from her sand which. "Just…forget it."
"Well, my Friday couldn't have gone much better than yours," Manny said, looking off into the sky. "Look…I know we're not really…friends anymore, but if you promise not to tell, I won't. It sounds like we both had a crappy night."
Emma shrugged and set down her sand which. "Fine. Might as well. I threw myself at Sean on Friday, and he turned me down. There. Laugh if you must."
Manny sighed and shook her head. "I'm not laughing. This is going to sound super- slutty, but I was going to sleep with Carter. I left for like, a millisecond, and I came back and he was making out with Paige." Manny said, oddly feeling completely comfortable with Emma. They had been best friends for so long, that Manny knew in a way, she could always count on Emma.
Emma smiled slightly. "Not so slutty. That was my plan with Sean, but he just ditched me by himself."
Manny looked at Emma, and Emma looked at Manny. They both began laughing.
"We're idiots." Emma said finally. Manny nodded in agreement. She opened her mouth to say more, but then snapped it shut.
"Yeah. We're idiots," Manny finally said, frowning. She had more on her mind than just Carter or Paige….
Roxie winced opened her locker slowly, wincing. On Friday, after Angel had found out that Roxie had kicked Spinner out, the two sisters had gotten in a huge argument. And, as usual, Angel had immediately gotten physical, hence the large gash on Roxie's shoulder, and the small bruise on her stomach. Thankfully, Roxie had managed to clean up the broken vase, and her parents hadn't seemed to notice yet. Of course, it was only a matter of time before they did.
Roxie was taking out her History book when Spinner suddenly walked up. She gritted her teeth and ignored him.
"Roxie, I'm sorry. I don't really remember much of what happened on Friday, but I do remember…some stuff. I'm sorry. Really. Don't hate me, ok?" he said, sighing.
"Oh, please," she said, with a snort. "I'm sure you're really sorry. Look, I don't want to talk right now. Just forget Friday ever happened, ok? I'm sure the exact same thing will happen next Friday, and the Friday after that, and the Friday after that." She turned to face Spinner, who was frowning at her.
"What does that mean?" he asked, confused.
"The more you hang out with my sister, the more her bad habits can rub off on you. Don't worry-you'll be in jail in matter of weeks. Maybe even days," she said, patting him on the shoulder. She tipped her head to one side, looking thoughtful. "I wonder when Johnny, Angel's last boyfriend, gets out of the slammer. Probably not for a couple of years. Anyway, bye." She lathered the last sentence with extra meaning, hoping he'd get the point. Spinner stared at her. He scratched the side of his head, and then walked off, looking disgruntled.
A minute later, as Roxie zipped up her backpack, Paige walked up, glaring at Roxie bitterly. She opened her locker, and then turned.
"Wait…let me get this straight. Does your whole family like to hit on my boyfriend, or just your sister?" she asked. Roxie frowned at her.
"What?"
"I saw you talking to Spinner. Do you like him now, too?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest. Roxie sighed and shook her head, already sick of Paige and her crap after about ten seconds. She hoisted her backpack onto her shoulder.
'Look, Paige, let me straighten this out. One- I don't like your boyfriend- not even the littlest bit. He's completely not my type. Two, don't bother trying to insult me by insulting my sister-chances are, I completely agree with you. And three, let me clarify number one- I am so not into Spinner."
Paige opened her mouth, and then closed it. She looked slightly surprised and taken aback.
"Well, I suppose that's good to know. You know, you're alright," Paige said, turning to her locker. "Of course, you get points off for being related to Angel, but I guess you can't help that. Anyway," she said, pulling out a green notebook. "Where did you disappear to after the party?"
Roxie bit her lip, thinking about Craig, and then Spinner. What was she supposed to say- oh, I went home, your boyfriend kissed me, and then I threw him out of my house, drunk? That didn't seem like a good idea. So she just avoided Paige's gaze and shrugged. "Nothing much."
Emma walked up to her locker on Tuesday afternoon, after her environmental meeting. She was trying for a new image, but she simply couldn't stop caring about the environment- that was one nerd trait she couldn't get rid off. Emma bit her lip as she headed to her locker. Maybe she could make the environment cool. Emma smirked at that one-yeah, right.
Suddenly, Emma stopped in her tracks. All over her locker were things like "Slut", "Whore", and "Easy" in bold, black letters. Emma's jaw fell open in shock. She glanced around at the few kids that were mingling around the hall, and gulped as she saw Mr. Raditch approaching.
"Emma, would you like to explain this?" he said, gesturing to her locker. Emma opened her mouth, but nothing came out. "Vandalism is taken seriously at this school, Emma."
"Mr. Raditch, why would I write those things on my own locker?" Emma finally pointed out, thinking her principal must be a complete idiot to think she would make it public to the whole school that she was apparently a "slut". Mr. Raditch scratched his chin thoughtfully, looked more closely at the locker, and then finally cleared his throat and nodded.
"Um….er, very well," he said, clasping his hands behind his back and nodding again. "I suppose you're right. We'll find out who did this, Emma, and they will be punished, I assure."
Emma nodded and glanced once more at her defaced locker. That didn't matter much- she already knew who did it.