Surviving High School: Cliché Cliques
A/N: What up! How is it going dog pound? Are you getting jiggy wit your bad self? Okay now that we've relived the moment where my uncle met my first boyfriend I'll get on with the fic. Oh btw this content is mildly sexual. Children turn back, hormonal teenagers beware. Also there will be an OC character being introduced in this chapter. Imagine this OC as Britt Robertson. Enjoy.
Chapter 4: If You'd Just Realize
"What the hell are you doing pshyco?" I flinch at her exclamation and insult. I've wrapped a towel around my still bleeding wrist. It stings but it feels so good. Shakily I reach under my bed and grab the first aid kit. The gauze in it is almost gone. I have to remember to get more tomorrow. My heart is beating so fast that it'd surely win first place in a track race. Gently I pour the peroxide into the towel and press it to my wrist.
"How-what-why would you do this to yourself?" CeCe stammered while she gets inside the room and closes the window. I stay silent and start to wrap my wrist. There's nothing to say. She caught me doing my dirty little secret. Again no one else's life but mine. She walks over to my bed and sits right by me. And I mean right by me. She's practically in my lap. So close that I can faintly feel her shaking. And she's staring at me. That same intense gaze from the park and I feel a dull ache in my heart. She doesn't care, She doesn't care, She doesn't care, She doesn't-
"What's happen to you?" She whispers interrupting my mantra. And that's what broke me. Out of everything that has happened today, that kind tone in CeCe's voice is what broke me. Warm tears slide down my cheeks and my vision is blurry. I can't see the dark crimson stained wrap around my wrist or CeCe's small hand covering mine as she helps me finish. She puts the gauze back in the kit and sets everything on my desk. Except for the bloody towel, she puts that in my dirty clothes basket making sure that it's all the way at the bottom and concealed.
"Come on. Let's get you dressed for bed." She starts to grab for me. That's when I break through my pitiful state of mind and swat her hands away.
"I can dress my damn self." I growl at her. She steps away and holds up her hands in surrender. I get a quick flashback of the dream I had this morning. She sits back on my bed and looks up at me.
"Rocky why do you do this to yourself?" I scoff. Wouldn't she like to know?
"I'm pshyco." I repeat her earlier words. Guilt flashes through her eyes for a split second.
"Rocky I didn't mean-"
"Whatever. Why are you here anyway?" For a minute she looks confused, and then she digs into her pocket and pulls out an earring that looks exactly like the ones I own. I feel my ears and realize I'm missing my left one.
"You dropped this. I tried to call after you to give it back but you ran." So it was my fault CeCe learned about my self-destructive habit. God damn it. I clear my throat.
"Thank you. You can go now." I realize this is very rude but I can't bring myself to be hospitable to her right now. Or ever.
"No. I'm not going anywhere. Not until you promise me you'll never do this again." She's staring into my very soul with her chocolate eyes. I can't lie to her. Not about this.
"I don't make promises I can't keep." I whisper but I know she heard it because her eyes widen then turn sad.
"When did you start doing this?" That's an easy question. I'll answer it and hopefully that will satisfy her.
"2 months after my parents' divorce." When my parents got divorced CeCe was there for me. It just wasn't enough. Then it became worse a few months after that when me and CeCe became strangers.
"Why do you do it?" I had forgotten this is CeCe I was talking to. She's never satisfied.
"Go away." It is not a request but a demand. I turn out the light then lie on my bed facing away from her. She's still standing in that same spot. I can feel her.
"Can't you go find someone else to creep on?" She doesn't answer but I can hear her sniffle. It's quiet for a few more minutes when I feel the bed dip. Her warmth envelopes me as she wraps her arms around my waist. I tense at the unexpected body contact.
"CeCe….."
"Shhh, Rocky. Go to sleep." Her grip tightens around me.
My heart starts to pound painfully in my ribcage. It seems as though each slow beat hits harder than necessary just to deliberately hurt me. Ever since my life went downhill everyone and everything has betrayed me, including my own body. As I hear CeCe softly snoring I let my tears fall again. I cry myself to sleep.
My phone vibrates on my bedside table so I force my eyes open and look at a text from my dad.
Happy birthday Rock Star.
-Daddy
My heart starts to thud painfully again. I try to get up but find myself anchored down. Turning to my right I get a face full of red-hair. When I look down I see an angelic face. Swallowing hard I untangle myself from her and go to the bathroom to get ready for hell. A skirt and short sleeved shirt should be perfect for that type of weather. I start to take my much needed hot shower and let the spray melt my problems away. Suddenly I hear shuffling outside the shower and tense thinking it's CeCe.
"You're up late. Hurry, cause I'm not waiting for you." It's Ty's voice but I don't relax. If anything I stiffen more.
"Answer me when I talk to you freak." I recoil from the harshness of his words. Freak. That's not as bad as he thinks it is. That just means I actually belong somewhere.
"Hey asshole, don't talk to her like that." I hear CeCe growl. Ice goes through my veins and only 3 things registers in my mind. 1.) CeCe totally just stood up for me. 2.) I should have kneed Ty harder. 3.) I'm naked with my crush in the same room. This must be some effed up 60's movie. It's all too surreal.
"And what are you gonna do about it Rich Bitch?" I glare at Ty's silhouette through the frosted glass door.
"Maybe I'll fill Claire in on your new buddy. I wonder how she'd react if she knew you were hanging out with Andrea Lawson, AKA the school slut." Everybody, excluding Claire, knew about Ty's fling with Andrea. No one dared to nark on him in fear of the Jocks wrath.
"Whatever. Rocky, you and Ice Queen can walk to school." Yep. I should have kneed him harder. I hear him leave the room.
"I can call us a cab," CeCe offers. A cab? It takes about 10 minutes to get to school. I do not want to spend that time with CeCe. I much rather walk and be late.
"No thank you CeCe." I hear her sigh. There's shuffling then the shower door opens and in pops CeCe. Before I can even comprehend anything she has her arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace. Once my initial shock is over I feel that she's naked. Oh. My. Gondola.
"Don't say a word," she threatens. I shiver when I feel her nipples harden against mine. Think PG. Puppies. Unicorns. Rainbows. Candy. Elmo. Bab- I freeze when I feel her lips on my neck.
"You're so beautiful," she whispers against my skin. She finds my pulse point and bites it gently. I can't suppress the moan that comes out of me. My neck involuntarily leans to the side to give her more room.
"Do you realize how amazing you are? Do you know what you do to me?" I moan again at her husky voice. Her hand slides down to my thigh and squeezes gently. Her hand then trails up and up and up… My breath hitches.
"Stop," I say breathlessly. CeCe looks up her breathing as uneven as mine. She kisses my collar bone.
"Sorry," she whispers. I try to calm my riled up hormones. When I try to get out, CeCe grips my waist.
"Not a word," she reminds me. All I can do is nod. She lets go and turns around to face the stream of hot water. I watch the water cascade from her wet hair all the way to her legs. A sigh escapes my lips.
"Should've taken a cold shower," I mutter under my breath.
"What?" CeCe asks looking at me. I shake my head.
"Nothing I'll see you at school." I exit the bathroom quickly and get dressed in record time. I leave CeCe a note on my bed saying that I'm walking to school.
Taking a deep breath my chest feels less constricted. The smell of fresh cut grass makes my mood lighten considerably. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. This of course is one of the worst ideas I have because I don't notice a person barreling towards me on a skateboard.
"Hey! Watch out!" Then I heard wheels screech and saw stars burst.
"You really hate me don't you world?" I ask to the sky. My back hurts from the painful fall to the concrete.
"Shit! Hey you alright? Do you want me to take you to a hospital? How many fingers am I holding up? Can you hear me?" I giggle and I don't know whether it's because of my possible concussion or the cute blonde girl's rambling.
"I'm fine there's no need to take me to the hospital, 2, and I can hear your pretty voice crystal clear." A light blush appeared across her cheeks.
"Good. I thought I killed you. That would've sucked because I can't afford another lawsuit." I giggle again. Funny and cute.
"No I'm still breathing." I say while sitting up.
"Here lemme help you." She says grabbing my hand and pulling. My bag was still on the ground and she picked it up. When she handed it to me I saw just how amazing her eyes were. They were a brilliant sapphire blue and I couldn't stop staring.
"I feel really bad about running into you…or skating into you. You sure you're alright?" She asks with genuine concern. It almost takes a whole minute for me to answer. Her eyes are so hypnotizing.
"Y-yeah. I'm peachy." I clear my throat. She smirks and steps a little closer.
"I'm Ashley Chapin." She extends her hand toward me.
"Rocky Blue," I say shaking it. She smiles brightly.
"Rocky Blue? That sounds like an entertainer's name." She looks at me suspiciously.
"What?" I ask confused of what I've possibly done wrong in only 5 minutes of knowing the girl. I'm seriously starting to think I should avoid all contact with the human race.
"Are you giving me a fake name?" She asks.
"No, why would I do that?" I question back. She shrugs her shoulders.
"Maybe you're afraid I'll Michael Myers stalk you." She smirks. There's a glint of mischief in her eye that reminds me of a certain red-head. This kills me. Seeing similarities between other people and CeCe. It kills me. I think she's slowly poisoning my mind.
"Raquel is my full name but I think Rocky has a better ring to it." Leave out the fact that CeCe gave it to me. When she used it I felt so special.
"Yeah I prefer Rocky to." There's a beat of silence when I decide this pleasant run in has to end.
"It was nice meeting you. I really gotta go to school now." I smile and back away slowly.
"What school do you go to?" I vaguely wonder why she'd want to know that. Maybe she really will Michael Myers stalk me.
"John Hughes High School." I answer. Her face brightens and I'm guessing she goes there to. I've never seen her around before though. I honestly can't say that I've paid much attention to anyone.
"How about I walk you? There are a lot of creeps around here. I hear there's a nut running beautiful girls over with a skateboard." Is-is she flirting with me? The desire in her eyes confirms it. I'm probably blushing like a fool.
"I'd like that." She kicks her skateboard into her hand and holds her arm out to me. I loop mine through hers.
"So Rocky, I'm new in town. What do you like to do for fun around here? You know other than get yourself ran over." She's challenging me to see if I have a backbone. She wants to know just how far she can push the envelope. CeCe use to do it all the time.
"What do you do you do for fun where you come from? You know other that running down innocent pedestrians." She smiles and nods obviously pleased. I past her test so she's decided I'm worth her time. Teenage girls are so complicated.
"Touché. I'm from California. My dad got a job here so we picked up our lives again and moved." I detect an annoyed tone coming from her.
"Again? How many times have you moved?" I feel her sort of tense and know I've touched a sensitive subject.
"5 times this year." She says monotonously. My eyes widen in surprise making her sigh.
"Wow, that's um….." I trail off.
"Sad?" She tries to fill in. I nod. "It's actually not as sad as it sounds. When I was 10 I saw half of the world. It makes my bucket list a hella lot shorter." I can tell she's from California. She has that beach girl accent even though she wears punk clothing. Gray skinny jeans ripped in the knee, short sleeved white V-neck with a black vest on top, gloves with the finger holes cut, black armbands on her arms, and white and black high tops. Definitely punk.
"But it must be hard trying to maintain relationships with people." She shakes her head.
"I don't get that close with people." I'm instantly saddened by that. One person who doesn't think I'm a loser is as antisocial as I am. I lift my head up high because I need to look confident for what I'm about to say.
"Maybe I can change that." She turns to me, her eyes flickering across my face.
"Yeah maybe." We continue to school.
"-So I busted that dude in his face! The pussy cried till his girlfriend came to the rescue. Deuce pretends to be a bad ass but all he does is hide behind Dina. It's embarrassing." Ty's unmistakable douche voice was heard down the hallway. I realize that we're late and second period is about to start but after hearing the name of my former friends I stop and stare at him.
"What is it?" Ashley asked following my gaze. Ty must have felt somebody staring because he looked at us. He glanced at me with a scowl and flipped me off. I sighed.
"Let's go." I say to Ashley trying to pull her with me though she doesn't budge.
"What the hell is his problem?" She asks glaring at Ty.
"He's my brother." I answer as if that will explains everything which it does to me.
"So that makes it alright for him to disrespect you like that?" She asks clearly angry and not understanding that my brother is a jerk.
"Yeah kinda. Well that and the fact that he's a jock." My nonchalant attitude towards the situation seems to enrage her more.
"I don't care if he's the freaking Queen of England, you shouldn't take shit from anybody." I stare at her blankly for a moment. I use to stick up for myself when I had friends to back me up. When they left I saw just how weak I truly was. I'm nothing without my friends. Just a shell with hideous glasses and a growth spurt problem I can thank the joys of puberty for.
"Him being a dude would put a damper on things if he wanted to be the Queen of England," I say trying to change the subject.
"Can I kick his ass?" Ashley asked not buying my bait. As if Ty had heard this he got up and walked towards us putting on his swag charm. And now she will go with Ty and I no longer have a friend. At least I didn't get attached this time.
"Yo baby, you be my Dairy Queen, I'll be your Burger King, you treat me right and I'll do it your way." I roll my eyes at Ty's idiotic pick up line. As I turn to see a surely love struck Ashley, because every girl falls for that line, I see that she looks as if she's about to explode. She bursts out laughing so hard that I think she's gonna need mouth to mouth resuscitation.
"Wow, even if I wasn't gayer than the shirt you're wearing that wouldn't have worked on me." I let out an unintentional giggle making Ty glare at me. He turned his attention back to Ashley and smiles his player smile.
"Come on baby let me get in your pants." Wow. Way to be blunt Ty.
"No thanks. I already have one asshole in there. Now if you excuse me, my new friend Rocky is going to show me to my classes." She grabs my hand and pushes pass Ty. I follow her in awe.
"I think I'm in love with you." I blurt out dreamily. She looks at me with wide bright eyes and laughs.
"I like you too Rocky." She smiles at me and instantly I knew this girl could be my savior from this place.
"So what class do you have right now?" I ask trying to not sound like a love sick puppy. She takes what I'm assuming is her class schedule out of her pocket.
"Uh biology." Finally my prayers have been heard. Biology is my second period too.
"That's where I'm headed."
"Cool. My first class with my first friend." I soar at that thought. Her first friend. It's only then do I realize she's still holding my hand and that I don't mind one bit. The bell rings exactly a minute before we enter the class room.
"Miss Blue you're-oh hello. You must be Miss Chapin." Ashley smiles kindly and nods. The class looks up eagerly wanting something to distract them from whatever boring project we're doing.
"Yeah um, Rocky found me in the hallway hopelessly lost. She showed me to my locker and brought me here. It really isn't her fault we're late." She says this so effortlessly that I start to believe it.
"Well I can't punish you for being a good citizen Miss Blue. You and Miss Chapin take a seat. You're now lab partners." Score!
"But Mrs. Levin Rocky's my partner." I freeze when I hear CeCe's voice. The teacher looks up and glances at CeCe. She clears her throat.
"She was. Since you've already started the lab with Damian it'd just be easier to pair up this way. Now ladies take a seat. Class open your text books to page 25 chapter 2." Me and Ashley walk hand in hand to our seats. I try to tug my hand to stop curious eyes from following us but Ash just held tighter.
"People are staring." I whisper to her. She looked around and shot the onlookers the meanest glare that would put the devil to shame. Her hand stayed firmly clasped to mine through the whole lesson with CeCe glancing at us every chance she got.
Fifth period came rolling around quick and I had made lunch plans with Ash. I just needed a quick bathroom break to check on my wrist. The door slams open and I'm startled making me wrap my wristband sloppily back on.
"Who the hell is Ashley?" CeCe growled at me. I stutter not knowing what to say. CeCe must have been tired of seeing my stupid expression because she locks the bathroom door then stalks forward and slams me against the wall.
"Who. Is. She?" I gulp. There's something really wrong with this scene and I'm not just talking about how our positions should be switched around seeing as I'm taller than her by a good 2 inches. It's wrong because what I'm seeing is pure undeniable jealousy. And it pisses me off. She had all her chances to be with me if she wanted to and it's obvious she wants to. All I want to know is what took her so long. Why would she wait after I've been through all this pain? Why didn't she try to be my knight and shining armor? Easy. Because CeCe has always been selfish so when the spotlight was put on her she pushed everyone out of the way just to soak it up. She wants everyone's attention and she's mad because she doesn't have mine. Someone is trying to fill one of her spots and that doesn't sit well with her. That's the only reason she's been talking to me, I'm sure of it. This realization hurts me but angers me more. I let said anger fuel me as I push CeCe's hands away from me.
"She's my friend if you need to know oh so badly. Now if you back the hell up off me I can go meet her for lunch like I promised." I glare at CeCe. Whoa. I don't know where this burst of confidence came from but…..I like it. Her eyes stare at me shocked. I've never talked to her like this before.
"Fine. Be that way. I don't really care anyway." She backs up and starts to walk out the door.
"Oh and this means I don't have to protect you anymore. You're open season now." With that she leaves. Hell just got hotter.
A/N: Phew! That took too long and I'm sorry. School is over now which means summer is here and I have free days to write fanfiction to my heart's content. And about the new character I will reveal this. Yes she is going to be Rocky's love interest. I was going to actually take her out of this story to focus more on Rocky and CeCe's relationship but a review from Raven Wolfbane13 (awesome number) and another reviewer help me set my mind on keeping her. Plus I've been obsessed with Britt Robertson ever since the first episode of Secret Circle and Triple Dog which I'm basing Ashley off of her character Chapin in that movie. Thank you to those who wished me to get better I appreciate it very much and yes I did get better…then school interfered but now it won't anymore. So with that said…REVIEW!