I had to stay in my dorm, having to tell teachers I was staying in for injuries. Max, being the beautiful soul she was, helped me with that.

At least I couldn't be stared at in my own room.

"Mom, I kno—"

"Chloe Elizabeth Price, I swear to God, I told you skateboarding is dangerous! I didn't want you to get hurt!"

"I didn't break anything! I'm not dead! I'll be in class tomorrow! Max is bringing my homework into my room, okay? Gotta go, I have a book to read for class." I hung up before she could say bye. Guilt was slowly creeping up on me, so I text her the love you's and whatever.

I can't believe that shit! I let Rachel Amber fuck up my ride! I was relaxed and then, uh oh, the Wicked Witch of Blackwell decided I'm her next victim! Say goodbye to your arm! I hate her so fucking much! Steph can't be real with her answer; that was the worst thing I ever heard!

What could I do alone in my room while everyone else in school, with a messed up arm? I wasn't in the fucking mood for anything; I didn't have to read! All of my blunts are gone, I can't sleep for shit… I could take advantage of the movies from Steph. Shit, all that crap she said was still stuck in my brain. Fuck this…

I reached over and turned my radio up, trying to hide both my ringing and those thoughts.

There was a nasty bruise on my arm from my fall and, thanks to Max once again, she got a new shirt to replace the one covered in grass. I didn't wanna go to class after being stuck in bed all day. But I grabbed my backpack and left, cursing every curse I knew.

I never looked at that stupid whiteboard thing next to my door until now. Max was the one leaving notes and messages, but this time was not her.

Justin and Trevor use me as their—Fucking gross, what the fuck! I'm gonna hurl; it has to be one of those Vortex Club pricks. I erased it, drawing a hand flipping off instead. Everyone was still running around to get ready, but some of them were staring.

"What the fuck are you looking at?!" I yelled at them. They turned away, running towards the bathroom. Maybe even stopped some of them from having a crush on me. I took the stairs, rushing out to avoid anyone else.

I hated this place with a passion, even more now. I ran to where Justin and Trevor were, and I saw Trevor had finished grinding on the handrail.

"Chloe!" He kicked his board up. "You're looking better."

"I guess. Some of those girls were judging the hell out of me in there. One of those stupid robots wrote on my board."

"Damn, what'd it say?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." I shivered at the thought of it again. "I want nothing to do with skating today. I'll watch, but I need this bruise to heal."

"How bad is it?"

"Fucking red and purple as hell. I wanted to stay in my room again, but… I've been stressed as fuck. Amber was staring at me and it made me fall off!"

"Something crazy is going on here." We walked up the stairs again to sit with Trevor.

"I know. That Amber party is turning this place crazy. Is that shit even real?"

"Yup, that shit's tomorrow. Overheard one of the Vortex robots. I can't blame anyone wanting to go crazy and see what this house is about."

"It's just a fancy house with too many rooms and so much land for themselves they don't know what to do with."

"We should go." Trevor drank from his Red Bull can.

"You're joking, right? Like, you don't actually think that? Is Dana gonna be there?"

"Yeah but, I figured out the beer thing. Plus, aren't you curious what this house looks like?"

"I mean," I couldn't think of a reason why I wouldn't wanna go, other than just hating every part of her existence, "Yeah." Fuck it, I had nothing to lose. Something about keeping friends close and enemies closer. Nothing closer than being in their actual house.

"I just want to take all the beer." Justin mumbled; I barely heard shit, though.

"You and me both." Trevor answered in the same way.

"Great, never thought I'd say this, but we're going to Amber Manor tomorrow night."

"Wait, are you cereal?"

I had to pull Max from her friend, Kate Marsh. I felt bad, actually, Kate was quiet and kept to herself a lot, but she was cool and was really good company to have when everything was absolute shit. She was way different compared to me; I was shocked that she wasn't scared of me or something.

"It's not my idea, okay? I want nothing but free booze."

"Steph told me about what you asked her. Maybe Rachel just wants to talk to you."

"Everyone just wants to joke today." This is fucking weird to me! Rachel is nice this, Rachel is nice that, all of you are fucked up.

"We're not joking, Chloe. Just enjoy yourself at the party; don't get hurt. It could only get worse from the skateboard incident."

"Ha ha." Sarcastic as a motherfucker. I messed with her hair. Rather than be mad, she laughed. "Go back to your little date or whatever."

"We're no—"

"I'm leaving." I turned in the direction of my locker. I heard her say something, but I didn't bother asking for it again. Jocks, geeks, goths… just typical shit. I looked away to stare at a poster about positivity, for a second (a fucking literal second), and someone knocked into my arm so hard I was pushed to the side. I dropped my backpack and all of its shit fell out.

"Watch where you're going, low-life trash."

Victoria. If Rachel Amber didn't go to this school, she would be the richest. They were rarely apart, Rachel Amber was always with someone (except that shower thing that happened), and that someone was her.

"Fuck you, bitches!" I balled up my fists, the yell ripping through my throat. They were together, with another blonde girl. Rachel Amber didn't wanna look then! Couldn't be fucked, I guess! Her minion did the work! Victoria, more like Vic-fuck you.

"Miss Price!"

Shit.

"Principal Wells, my bad." I turned around to see him standing there, hands behind his back again, and glaring. "I was talking about my bag. Look at all the paper that fell out."

"Just pick up your belongings and go to your class. You're off with a warning today. Don't let me catch you again."

"Yes, sir."

I groaned and bent down, shoving my shit into my bag again. Goddamnit! Fuck those stupid bitches and their fucking money and their fucking privilege. My arm is fucked up enough, now you want to mess with me more?! You're going down, bitch. You and your annoying ass minions will regret doing that.

"Guys, we have to go to that party."

As promised, I went to the skatepark with Justin and Trevor. I wasn't practicing with them, still resting, even though speeding through this place sounded fucking nice right now.

"Now you want to go for sure? What happened?" Trevor finished practicing a heelflip.

"Victoria Chase happened. Fucking bitch decided to knock into me and drop all of my shit. We have to go."

"Right on. We're stealing all the drinks we could get."

"It has to be worth it. If we didn't take anything, why did we go?" I lifted my blunt to smoke more, breathing out through my nose.

"That's true. You're pretty pissed off, aren't you?"

"Uh, yeah." I forced a smile. "Seriously, is that Dana girl gonna be there?"

"… Yeah. But, the free drinks are a plus."

"Glad you're honest. But don't lose track of what we're really there for."

"No, bro, I won't."

We heard someone take a nasty crash on one of the handrails. "OW SHIT!"

"There Justin goes again." Trevor sighed, kicking his board up again. "I think he actually broke something. I'm going to check."

"Twenty bucks he did?" I held my hand out.

"Accepted."

A/N: Review and shit!