Don't say Africa

"Shit! Oh my god, Alex! I'm so sorry." Miley's pitiful glance is not a perfect way to start my morning. If this is the way she looks at me I don't even want to be close to Mitchie. Will she internally laugh at this atrocious grape-colored bruise on my face? That bitch!

This is all Miley's fault. I try to glare at her but the pain coming from inside my mouth hurts more than my dignity. If there is any left.

"It's just…that bitch can move." My mouth! My fucking mouth! Damn Nate and his fucking games. I can't even be mad at Miley. Who cares about winning this game if it means I won't get to use it afterwards? How the hell will I eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? Worse than that, how am I to eat a girl out? Even worse than that how in the world am I going to eat pudding. What the hell is a world without pudding? I'd rather starve.

"FUCK!" I swallowed. I slam my head against my hands as my throat burns. "Nate you fucking ass…"

Nate smirks as I stir in the passenger seat. "You really don't learn right? This is the third time this happens and you still-"

"I don't need your opinion, Miley. Believe it or not I can take care of myself."

"Just put your seatbelt on, Alex."

"Or what? You'll hit my good eye?" I turn my good eye towards her. "There it is, Chris Brown."

"Alex, I'm not leaving until you put your seatbelt on."

We get to school and Nate still has the liquid in his mouth. Jesus, how does he do it? We both know he's already won but he just wants to rub it all over my face, doesn't he?

As Nate stops to tie his shoe I wonder where my locker's at. Is it the third or second isle? Even if I knew where the hell it was located it's not like I know the combination. Eh, I'll ask-

"Miley! Are you trying to scare the ovaries out of me? I need those." She pulls me to the third isle of lockers.

"He's not coming with us after school is he?" I nod. "Alex you know I wanted us to be alone. So we can talk." She trails her thumb lightly over my bottom lip. I tilt my head a little to the left and notice the object of my affections trying to play it cool pretending to be rummaging through her locker.

"I'm not spending any time alone with you Miley. He's coming and you'll love it." As I tap her back lovingly her body shakes in a loud growl. "Oh, and you left your delicates at my house."

"I'll pick them up today after I drop Nate off." Hell no, i don't need to spend another day with her panties.

"You sure you don't want me to drop 'em off tomorrow? Your dad gets out at seven, right?" Miley smiles exaggerated demonstrating how little humor she found in my comment.

"You're not serious, Alex." I laugh and glide away from the girl. I'm such a tease. "Alex, come-" Needless to say I didn't expect her to lunge at me like chinchilla in heat, knock me over, and land on Mitchie's soft and plump butt. Please don't fart!

"Shit! You did that on purpose, Miley."

Why is Nate talking? He has mouthwash in his mouth. Well he had. That only means one thing, he spilled it…but not on me so-

"My eyes!" I quickly climb off Mitchie and of course I cope a feel on the way up.

"Are you-" In a matter of seconds Mitchie embodies Mike Tyson and starts swinging everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Nate's testicles, Miley's stomach and well my right eye. I merely fell to the floor sobbing.

"How many fingers do you see?" What kind of question is that, I'm not mentally handicapped. Wait, where are they?

"Well if you would turn the fucking lights on I would see, don't you think?"

"I have to say, I'm very disappointed in how you have acted out young lady... I'm over here." Is he talking to me?

"I didn't do anything!"

"I'm not talking to you, shut it." Ouch.

"Detention, right?" Miley asks. There's no mistaking that damn hick. Of course we have detention.

"I'm disappointed in all of you. All the poor people in Africa and you guys use our academic campus to engage in these fights. I don't even want to ask you what you were doing in a young women's fight."

"Trust me this is not how I imagined a foursome."

"Screw you, Nate. This is the closest you'll get anyway."

"You're lucky you only have two eyes, bitch." Fuck this I don't need eyes to beat Nate's eyes. I try to lunge at where his voice is coming from but someone holds on to me.

"Who the hell is holding me back?" I will kick the principal's ass.

"Sit down, Alexandra! Out of all my years directing this school I have never seen this. All the poor people in Africa strive-"

"Why don't you move to Africa if you love it so fucking much?"

"Detention! All of you three weeks of lunch and after school detention. You miss a single day of it and I will make sure to expel you from this school. And one more thing..."

Don't say africa

I'll dedicate this chapter to LEATHERnGOLD because her ( I hope you're a girl) reviews are so cute and make me gag myself just because how happy I get. Thanks for reading.