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I've been on guard the entire day today, the attack from last night was still fresh in my mind. However, while I'd been doing this, I finally noticed all the death glares directed towards me from girls. I know that this is just because I'm Reid's girlfriend, and it's been happening for the past couple of days. It was sort of like hazing. They write stupid stuff about me in the bathroom, "whisper" mean things about me in the halls, either the girls here are really bad at whispering, or they want me to hear that I'm a whore. So far, I'm sticking with the latter. The same thing has been happening to Missy, although not as bad.
"Hey guys, what's up?" I asked, squeezing myself between Reid and Bridgette. It was lunch time, my second favorite time of the school day.
"Nothing much." Reid said, wrapping his arm around my waist. Reid and I have this thing about PDA, we both don't like it much, little things are okay, but making out and such, it's just disgusting to watch, and awkward to know people are watching.
I could feel glares from random girls around the cafeteria, and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. It's not like I care what they think, it's still just a little unnerving to know that they're all probably plotting my "unconventional" death.
"So, I was thinking," Caleb started, "we should meet at the colony house, to figure some things out, especially with the attack last night, and Peyton's birthday tomorrow night." I paled, remembering the wolf demon. Reid held me tighter, and I knew there was a frown on his face. I finally looked up, I had to get out of here, I just felt so uncomfortable, and a little sickly too.
"Hey guys, that sounds great, um I think I'm going to go to the bathroom." I said, "I'll be back in a minute." They all nodded in understanding. I must look pretty bad, if no one even makes a comment about it.
I got up, leaving my plate on the table, and my bag with them, and walked quickly towards the door. Closing the door behind me, I took in a deep breath. Then headed over towards the closest bathroom.
As I closed the stall behind me, I noticed all the writings, my name scrawled in numerous places all over the door.
Peyton O'Donnel is such a whore, she's fucked Aaron and now she's fucking Reid, who next, Weird Will?
Peyton O'Donnel screwed the History teacher.
Peyton O'Donnel is such a fucking bitch, and a home wrecker.
I felt myself tearing up, normally I wouldn't let this get to me, but with all that's going on, it seemed like the final blow, to the worst week ever. I sat there, trying to control my crying, using up probably about three trees worth of toilet paper, when I heard someone come in.
"I can't believe he's going out with her." One, rather snotty, voice said.
"I know, she's so weird, I heard that she plays, like, sports and stuff." They were talking about me. I was sure of it. No other girl at Spenser's is known for playing sports.
"Seriously, and she's not even that pretty, she doesn't even wear make-up!" These girls were getting on my nerves. I got up, and walked out. There stood these two Barbie doll wannabes, they looked at me with a look that they must have thought was intimidating.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here..." Started one girl, the one who said I wasn't pretty. She crossed her arms, and stood up straight.
"You know, I would be more impressed if you had enough brain cells to finish that sentence." I said, rolling my eyes. I pushed past her, and headed towards the sinks.
"So, how did you get Reid to stay with you so long? Tell him you were pregnant, or something?" She accused me. I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Not that it's any of your business, but he's with me because he likes me, not because I tricked him, and not just because I'm some whore, like you." I replied back viciously.
She gasped and pulled her hand back to slap me, but I grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her back. Her little flunky, looked at me in horror, and yelled, "Get off of her, you dike!" Then, ran towards me, and brought her nails down, across my face. I could feel little droplets of blood fall down my face, and I twisted the other girl around, and grabbed the one who cut me by the collar and held them up to the wall.
"Big mistake." I growled, "Now, you and I both know who would win in a fight, even if it is two on one, so I suggest you back the hell off before I find another reason to beat the shit out of you." I punched them both in the stomach, the turned around, leaving them on the floor. Before I walked out, I used to make the bruises I was sure they got become invisible, so that they would have no evidence. I smirked to myself, and walked out the door, but not before yelling behind me, "Later, you bitchy whores!"
When I left the restroom, I saw Reid standing next to the door, with my bag. When he saw my cuts, he narrowed his eyes.
"What happened?" He growled. I rolled my eyes, he is so over protective of me.
"Nothing," I assured him, "Just some jealous bitches, who thought they could beat me in a fight. I just proved them wrong." I grinned, and he shook his head warily.
"Lunch is over, so I brought you your stuff before we head to our next class." He said. I smiled and leaned up to kiss him lightly.
"Thanks!" I said, as I pulled back. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and brought his hand to my cheek, where I was still bleeding.
"Try not to get into so many fights." He sighed.
"I can't promise anything." I said grinning, then. He shook his head, and I grabbed his hand, as we walked to our next class together.
We all sat huddled in a circle, in the creepy Dungeon of Doom, otherwise known as the basement of the colony house. Although, I like my name for it better. The faces surrounding me looked grim, and I knew that nothing good was going to come out of this.
"From the previous attack, we can assume that Chase has targeted Peyton for one reason or another." Caleb said, once again taking the leadership position.
"Yeah, but why her?" Reid asked, not looking all to happy at this statement. I rolled my eyes. Sometimes boys really were stupid.
"Because I'm closest to ascending, not to mention, the last to ascend." I whispered, keeping my eyes down.
"We're going to need to be on our guard tomorrow." Caleb said. I was getting angry, we already knew this.
"No shit, sherlock!" I said, standing up, "We all knew that already, hell we've been on our guard since the first attack. What we really should be discussing is what we are going to be doing about it!" I yelled, I could tell every one was shocked. No one has ever questioned one of Caleb's plans.
"Calm down, Peyton." He said to me.
"Calm down. Calm down? Do not tell me to calm the fuck down, Caleb! Some psycho dude, who's supposed to be dead, is after me, and all you can tell me is to CALM DOWN?" I was fuming. Next to me, I could see Reid nodding in agreement.
"Well, what do you suppose we do, Peyton?" Caleb said, trying to be a smart ass with me. Well, guess what, Caleb? I'm the queen of smart ass remarks. You can't beat me.
"Something productive, instead of sitting on our asses, and waiting for him." I said, he opened his mouth to reply, but I wasn't done yet. "We should be training up, learning different tactics to use, learn how to defend ourselves." He sighed in defeat, and I knew I won. Yeah, what now, Mr. Leader dude?
"I thought you would see it my way. Now that we're done with this shit, we have some training to do." I said smirking.
A/N: Cool beans. Um, I won't be updating for another 10 days or so, because I'm going to Hawaii, and I'm lame and don't own a laptop. So, yeah. I hope you review, see the strange thing is, I have a lot of hits, but very little reviews. That makes me disappointed, but oh well. Also there is another picture of Peyton on my profile, you can actually see her face and stuff, so yeah, check it out.