CHAPTER EIGHT

They're all traitors. Every single last freaking one of them. I hate them all. Even Coach Orion. I swear he was in on this too. What's this, you might ask. Well, I'm rooming with Portman.

"Oh come on Krysta," Julie laughed, "It's not that bad."

"Look, if Guy wasn't such a jerk," Connie almost chocked on the word, "I would totally room with him and not have kicked you out."

"What did he do again?"

"He, uh-."

"Insulted her parents," Julie supplied and I rolled my eyes.

"You guys are lame liars and you owe me big time for not bitching you out."

"Yeah cause you're gonna enjoy every second of this," Julie snickered, "I saw your sketch pad, Krysta."

"I will kill you," I was about to jump at her but Adam yanked me back and Charlie stood between the two of us, "You're lucky."

"Oh c'mon, Krysta, you're good," Adam reasoned, "I mean, that drawing of the ice-."

"Ice, what're you talking about Adam, I mean the one of-."

"Okay Julie shut the fuck up or I will cut off all your hair, I swear to god." She gave me a look of surprise before Connie pulled her away.

"What was she talking about?" Adam asked, letting me go.

"Nothing," I sighed, shaking my head. I needed to hide my notebook.

"What're all of you talking about?" Charlie asked and I wrinkled my nose before pulling out the sketchpad and showing him the picture Adam was talking about, "Damn."

"Told you," Adam smiled and I rolled my eyes.

"I have to go find Neanderthal, have fun, be safe," I grinned and they both blushed, "Priceless." I walked off, to find Portman and Fulton talking in hushed tone. "Hey guys."

"Hey," Fulton smiled, glancing back at Portman briefly before he made some excuse about leaving, "I'm stay with family."

"Uh huh," I folded my arms as Dean grunted and he left, "So."

"So," he repeated lamely, "You, uh, like country?"

"Some of it," I muttered, "You're more of a rocker though huh?"

"Yeah."

"You like Smash Mouth or Blink 182?" I asked, throwing my suitcase on the floor and turned back to see his mouth open, "What?"

"You listen to them?"

"Yeah," I laughed, "I like music, not genres . . . if that makes sense." He laughed and I blushed looking away. God kill me. He should not be allowed a smile like that. It should be illegal.

"So you, uh, wanna, watch a movie or something?"

"Sure." I flopped onto the bed, now realizing there was only one. "Uhm, Dean-."

"Yeah, you can take the bed."

"No, I mean, you're the one playing tomorrow, you should have it."

"It's fine Krysta, I like sleeping on couches."

"Are you sure?" I bit my lip, "I mean, we could, you know, uhm, share?"

"I don't know if that's a good idea," he chuckled.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine Krysta."

"Only if you're sure."

"I am," he laughed and I smiled. He settled down the couch and by the time the movie was over, I was half asleep. "Krysta?"

"What?" I whined before he poked me, "Dean! Stop it!" He laughed, picking me up and I froze. "What're you doing?"

"Putting you to sleep," he mumbled, sounding embarrassed and I yawned as he gently dropped me, pulling the covers over me, "Night Krysta."

"Night," I sighed contently, his scent still looming around me. What was this boy doing to me?

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"Krysta, what are you doing?" Fulton laughed, picking up the large sports bag I had just dropped.

"Dying," I muttered, "Thanks." He helped me lug it on to the bus.

"So you and Portman seem to be having fun," Fulton grinned and I rolled my eyes.

"He's a nice guy."

"Of course," he chuckled and I smacked his arm.

"Hey Krysta!" I heard Adam from behind me, "Wait up."

"Jeez slowpoke," I teased.

"Well sorry, soon to be Mrs. Bash Brother."

"Oi!" I yelled, "That's not funny."

"It's pretty hilarious actually," Charlie chuckled.

"Everyone just leave me alone," I sulked, walking away from their snickering.

"Krysta?"

"What?" I snapped, turning to see Dean, "Oh, sorry, they're just-."

"Yeah I know," he smiled, "They can be pretty-."

"Ruthless," I finished and he grinned, slinging his arm over my shoulder. He'd gotten pretty touchy feely since last night, like I had given him a permission of some sort. Whatever it was, I had absolutely no problem with it. Damn it Krysta stop being such a girl!

"We're gonna have a night out," Dean finally stated when we reached out room again.

"Like the 'café'?" I rolled my eyes and he smirked, shrugged, "Alright, well, I'm gonna take a shower."

"Have at it," he said, gesturing to the bathroom door and I smiled in thanks. When I came back out, I rifled through the drawer, smiling when I saw one of my favourite band's t-shirts. Biting my lip, I pulled it over the towel, dropping the towel on the floor and entered the bedroom to look through my suitcase. I heard something clank on the floor and turned to see Ken, Dean, Fulton, and Dwayne sitting on the bed. Staring at me. In Dean's shirt. That went down to my knees. "Hey."

"Hi," I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my face even.

"What're you doing?" Ken practically squeaked, snapping everyone out of their dazes. Well, everyone except Dean.

"I'm looking for clothes. Would you rather me walk-."

"Don't finish that sentence," Fulton warned, finally breaking Portman out of his trance. He looked over and saw Dwayne's eyes now glued to the television, Fulton shaking his head, and Ken still gaping.

"Oi!" he snapped, smacking Ken up the head. He stood and I stepped back, suddenly fully aware I wasn't wearing anything but a t-shirt and Dean, oh god. He was standing right in front of me. Oh god.

"Can I just get my dress?" I mumbled, looking down at the floor. I really needed to think before I did stuff like this.

"Yeah," he said softly and I grabbed the article of clothing, running out of the room. I truly was an idiot. Apparently, I wasn't the only to think so.

"You what?" Julie demanded.

"How the hell was I supposed to know they would all be there?!"

"Well, you're rooming with a guy so you shouldn't be doing that in the first place."

"You're a bitch."

"It's better than a slut." I felt her nose hit my fist before I realized what I was doing and then I was yanked back.

"You're too violent," Adam yelled, holding Julie and I felt tears prickle. What had I done?

"I didn't-."

"Just go," Connie said firmly and I nodded, not knowing what else to do, so I left. I pushed past the on coming boys and back to my room where I curled up on the bed, pulling the covers over my head. I was an idiot.

"Krysta?" I groaned, digging myself deeper into my cocoon of warmth and self-pity, "Krysta, c'mon."

"Go away," I sniffed, hoping to get him to leave. Boys don't like criers. But I felt the bed sage and he gently pried the covers from my grip. "What'd you want, Portman? You gonna lecture me?"

"No," he shook his head and I tilted my head, looking up at him, "Why'd you hit her?"

"The phrase: 'none of your business' ring any bells?"

"The phrase: 'she's my friend and so are you' ring any-?"

"Yeah," I cut him off and he looked at me expectantly, "I lied."

"You what?"

"I lied," I repeated impatiently, "As in I didn't tell the truth."

"I know what it means," he growled lightly.

"Good."

"What did you lie about?"

"My mother," I muttered bitterly, "She's a bitch."

"Okay, what happened?" he urged gently but I shook my head, "You have to tell someone."

"My dad knows," I stated stubbornly hearing the door open, "Shit."

"She wanted to come talk to you," Connie informed me stiffly.

"Either remove the pole or leave, Monreau," I muttered.

"Krysta?" I pulled my eyes back to Dean.

"For the love of God, fine," I yelled, "My mother's the bitch that pushed my anger issues on me, alright. She was fucking 'verbally abusive' as my father puts it but in reality, she was a drunk who felt sorry for herself. So by making me feel bad, in some sick twisted way, it made her feel better or some shit like that. Alright? I'm sorry I'm a fuck up and sorry I hit you. Just leave me alone." With that, I threw the covers over my head again and literally kicked Dean off the bed.

"Krysta-."

"I said go away."

"You aren't a screw up," I smiled slightly at Adam's lack of swearing.

"I don't want your pity," I stated, pushing further back when a hand was placed on my shoulder.

"Krysta, get out of the bed, you're acting like a two year old," Ken stated and I laughed, pulling the covers back to see shocked faces looking in Ken's direction, "What, she is!"

"I'm sorry about your mom," Julie mumbled and I shrugged.

"In case you haven't noticed, I've accepted it, still have a flaming temper, but I know what she is," I said before grimacing at her, "I'm really sorry about your face."

"It's fine," she smiled, "It's just bruised."

"Good," I nodded, "Aw, man! My dress!!"

"What?" Portman laughed.

"It's all wrinkled!"

"So iron it," he shrugged.

"Fine," I sighed standing. I unzipped the back; putting on the shirt I had laid out on the couch for Portman and slipped the dress off. As I turned to get the iron, I was met with wide eyes, surprised faces, and laughter. "What?"

"You'll never learn," Julie grinned and I shrugged. So what?

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Sorry it took so long to update!! But it's finished, it's just a matter of typing everything up lol

Oh, and i realized something...all my characters, in the stories i'm working on, have problems...it's really weird i mean look: Krysta-verbally abused, Chloe-psychotic father, and Addie-almost raped...something drastic always happens...oh well adds excitement lol :-) tell me what you think please :-) I bounce with happyness when i get reviews :-D