A/N: A lot of texting dialogue between Mitchie and Alex here, hope you guys enjoy it(;
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The bell rings and everyone starts to exit the classroom. I throw all my books inside my book bag, swinging it over my shoulder. I walk through the hallway, heading towards the vending machine to get a snack. Inserting the dollar bill into the machine, I hear a group of laughter, coming close by. I slightly turn around to see the cheerleaders ready to walk past me. They all ignored me, continuing their story telling. Alex and I made discrete eye contact from afar. She genuinely smiled at me, and threw a wink my way. I returned the smile and turned back around to press the number of the candy bar I wanted.
This has become a regular thing. Alex and I throwing glances at each other, winking, sticking out our tongues playfully, rolling our eyes jokingly, and sometimes just plain smiling. We don't say anything to each other in school, there's no need too. Just acknowledging one another is enough. The only time we really talk in school is in Biology class, and that's only to finish up our classwork faster.
Alex and I's friendship is pretty strange in other people's eyes. Mostly because it's nonexistent to them. After we finished the project, we no longer had any reason to visit each other. Even while creating the model, we never talked in school. It's like we both had a silent agreement. Both of us know we can't be seen in public actually being friends. It'll just damage her reputation, while mine… well I have no rep so I don't really care.
However, even though we don't speak, we've started to text each other more often. Whether it's for a homework question or if it's just random comments throughout the day. Most of the time we'd text each other during school hours, trying not to get caught by anyone. Weirdly enough, I actually enjoy texting her, despite her bipolar habits.
I walk out to the parking lot, getting into my car. As I was about to reverse out of the space, my phone rings. I pick it up to see an unread message. I smile as I read the contact ID.
Head Bitch: Hey loser ;)
I roll my eyes at the message and started to type back my reply.
Me: What do you want?
Head Bitch: Ouch, rude ass. I'm bored.
Me: Look who's talking! And of course, you only text me when you're bored.
Head Bitch: Whatever. I'm stuck in detention right now
Me: Lol what did you do?
Head Bitch: I didn't do anything!
Me: Lol seriously… who'd you bitch out this time?
Head Bitch: Ugh this dumbass accidently dropped his lunch food on me, he stained my damn cheerleading skirt.
I let out a small laugh at the text, imagining the poor kid getting yelled at by her. I pull up in my driveway. Locking the car behind me as I unlocked my house.
Me: Poor kid. You know, sometimes I just don't understand you.
I replied while I walked up the stairs, into my bedroom. I fell on top of my bed with my phone in my hand, throwing my book bag near the door.
Head Bitch: Poor me! Not him. Smh. And what do you mean?
Me: Why do you act out like that in front of everybody?
Head Bitch: Cause that's just how I am?
Me: No it's not. You're more than just some cheer bitch, I know you are.
After sending that text, she took a little bit longer to reply to me. I knew I shouldn't have replied to her like that unless I wanted to turn out like that poor kid but I couldn't stop texting my honest thoughts.
Head Bitch: How would you know? You know nothing about me.
Her inner bitch was starting to show. I was rattling her cage, I knew I was.
Me: I can just tell. I personally think there is a nice sweet girl who loves to paint underneath all that front you keep putting up. And I hope one day I'll be able to meet her. Being a bitch isn't going to get you far in life, that's for sure. Be yourself, stop sticking to other people's low standards of you.
Moments passed, she didn't reply. I now started to regret sending that message. I sighed and threw my phone on my bed, as I stood up and grabbed my camera. I looked through my images, erasing ones that were no good. I came across the pictures I took when we all returned from winter break. They were pictures of Alex where she was least recognizable. Skimming through the photos, I caught a smile on my face. It was hard to try to find ones to delete because in all honestly, they all came out perfect with her just being the center of attention. At the realization that I was almost drooling over her pictures, I growled and turned off my camera. I ran my fingers through my hair, sighing.
"Ugh, what are you even doing Mitchie?" I muttered to myself, closing my eyes momentarily. I hear my phone ring and instantly I grabbed it off my pillow. She finally responded.
Head Bitch: Wow
One word. Wow. That was her only reply. I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Trying to figure what she meant by that. Was she mocking me?
Me: What?
I replied with a simple message too. Almost immediately she responded. But her new message only increased my puzzlement.
Head Bitch: I don't know, something about you.
She wasn't making any sense to me. I probably sounded like an idiot after my clearly confounded responses.
Me: Huh?
Head Bitch: You're different. I just never imagined you to be like this.
Me: I hope that's a good thing?
Head Bitch: Yeah… Yeah it really is.
Still somewhat confused, I still smiled at the small compliment. Before I could reply, she sent another text.
Head Bitch: I guess I'll see you in class tomorrow, I don't want to get caught texting in detention. Bye
I texted back a goodbye and stayed laying down on my bed. I stared up at the ceiling, thinking back to the text messages. What did she mean 'something about me'? I closed my eyes, as that question haunted my mind.
XxXxX
"Why didn't you answer my calls last night?" Caitlyn asks me, passing me a tray to get my lunch food. We slid down the line, grabbing our food choice.
"Sorry, I kind of knocked out early" I told her as I picked up an apple and started walking to our table as she followed next to me. She lets out an understanding 'oh' once we sat down at our seats. I pushed my tray to the side, not even bothering to look at it, knowing it was going to taste like shit. I picked up my apple and took a bite out of it. Caitlyn began to talk about some problems she was having with a freshman. I zoned out after a couple minutes, staring at the other side of the lunch room. Most specifically the "Popular Table".
Alex was taking up two seats, one for her and one for her legs. The cheerleaders were all talking to her at once. She had her head in her palm, clearly bored by her surroundings. My eyes shifted to her right to see her boyfriend and another jock chugging down a sport's drink. All the football players yelling "Chug! Chug! Chug!" repeatedly as the two meatheads raced to finish first.
In a matter of seconds, the quarterback was the first to finish, slamming his now empty bottle on the table. Yelling out in victory, wiping his mouth that was covered by the drink. He stood up and chest bumped the other football players, acting as if it was the biggest accomplishment he could have acquired. I rolled my eyes and took out my phone from my pocket.
Me: Your boyfriend is a dumbass
I texted the comment to Alex. I viewed her as she pulled out her phone from her pocket. As she came in contact with her screen she glanced up at me for a second, smiling. She looked back at her phone, typing her reply, and looked back at her boyfriend.
Head Bitch: Tell me something I don't know
I giggled at the text message, causing Caitlyn to give me a weird look.
"Just my mom" I told her, feeling guilty that I lied to her. She seemed to have had believed me because she didn't question it. Before I had a chance to send my reply, the lunch bell rang, signaling it was time to get back to class. I placed my phone in my back pocket and threw my food away, saying goodbye to Caitlyn as I walked back to my Biology class.
As always Alex came into class late. However, for the first time, when the teacher was going on about how she's always late, she stayed quiet. She didn't say a single word but instead just nodded. I smiled at her change of attitude, but nonetheless I wanted to tease her for actually biting her tongue for once. I ripped out a scratch of notebook paper, wrote a quick note and slid it to her side of the desk.
Me: Is something wrong?
She opened it up inside her notebook to try to cover up the paper. I saw her face portray misperception. She quickly wrote something back, sliding it back to me once the teacher's back was to us.
Alex: No, why would you think something's wrong?
Me: It's just, for the first time you didn't bitch out the teacher Lol ;P
Alex: Oh fuck you
She caught on to what I was trying to do and I giggled silently at the note. I glanced at her through my peripheral vision to catch her rolling her eyes at me. I crumbled up the paper and discarded the secret note passing, and continued to look up front, paying attention to the lesson.
I didn't bother taking notes of the lesson, having already read ahead in our textbook. I started sketching random words in my notebook, whether they were bands, rappers, celebrities, anything to entertain myself. Looking beside me, I saw Alex's paper completely filled with notes of the teaching, much more of a surprise. She stared up front as Mr. Smith kept on explaining the different roles that each part of a cell has to maintain. Her eyebrows narrowed and her bottom lip was tugged in between her lip. She seemed as if she understood not a single process he was discussing.
I was about to tap her shoulder to ask if she needed help but I was interrupted by the school bell. I internally sighed and grabbed my book bag exiting the classroom as the teacher was yelling out our homework assignment. Alex was still inside, probably waiting for her friends who sat all the way in the back. I walked back to my locker, seeing Caitlyn barely opening up hers.
"Hey I was wondering if you want to go catch that new movie that's opening up this weekend" Caitlyn asked me as I searched through my locker. I stopped momentarily and looked at her.
"Um, I don't know. I signed up to be a tutor and I'm starting my first session this weekend" I advised her and she gave me a weird look.
"You, a tutor? Why?" She questions me, thinking I was joking.
"Bro I need community hour services. You still haven't even started yours! Senior Year is coming faster than you think" I replied and she shrugged.
"I'm not worrying about that shit right now. I'll start them next year." She said, leaning against the lockers. I sighed, internally wishing she'd start worrying more about graduating. I mean I'm not such a goody either but I don't want to be stuck in this hell hole longer than I need to be. I shut my locker and lean against it next to Caitlyn. I had a couple of minutes left till my last period, so I stayed talking to my best friend in the hallway.
She began to talk about the movies again, trying to convince me to get out of tutoring. I sighed and started to shut her voice out as I looked around. It was weird that I didn't see the head cheerleader pass by yet. We always bump into each other during this interval. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and checked the screen. Then internally smacked myself.
Why would she text me if we barely just saw each other in class? Ugh, I'm a dumbass. I guess I was zoned out facing the wall behind Caitlyn because she snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Yo, are you even listening to me?" She asks me giving me a glare.
"Yeah definitely, tutoring equals stupid, and I should ditch it to hang out with you" I replied to her quickly, trying to not get caught. She sighed and placed her hand on her hip.
"I got off that topic like two minutes ago dude" She remarks and I exhale, apologizing to her.
"Mitch, what the hell has been going on with you lately? Every time we're hanging out in school, you're always wandering around, like you're looking for someone. And now you're always texting on your damn phone" She confronts me and I shrugged my shoulders.
"Nothing's been going on. I'm sorry" I apologized and she shakes her head, narrowing her eyes at me.
"It's the head cheer bitch huh? She's got you all wrapped around her finger"
"What are you even talking about? Just leave it alone"
"All of this started happening once damn Mr. Smith assigned you guys as partners. Is she the one you keep texting? Since when are you guys on acquaintances level? Last time I checked, you both hated each other." She said in a higher octave, catching me off guard.
"Bro it's nothing. I've only texted her a couple of times and it was about dumbass shit. Don't worry about it" I tried to find common ground. I wanted to just tell her that Alex wasn't the type of girl that she tries to make herself out to be but all I would get is a long lecture from Caitlyn. I knew I had to lie to get myself out of this argument.
"Look, all I'm saying is she's bad news." Caitlyn tried to reason. I got up off the lockers and stood facing her.
"You wanna know the truth Cait?" I ask her and she nods in a 'duh' tone.
"I'm not friends with the cheerleader. She has texted me a couple of times asking for help on homework or whenever she's bored. But in reality I could care less about her. I only text her back cause I feel bad for her. And if I get on her bad side she'll make my life a living hell. Everything everyone has said about her was nothing but the truth. She's an annoying bitch, and I just have pity for her. Ok?" I told Caitlyn, my heart instantly pounding faster at my lies. If I was Pinocchio, god my nose would be as long as a baseball bat. I look at Caitlyn whose eyes show amuse, and ready to burst in laughter. She wasn't staring at me, but past me. I turned around to see what she was looking at.
…Oh fuck my life.
Her eyes were digging holes into me. She gripped the item she held even tighter. Her face actually displayed somewhat hurt. And my guilt began to eat me alive. She stared straight at my eyes but then broke contact.
"You left this shit in class" She mutters, throwing my biology textbook at the ground, then quickly turns around and walks away. Immediately right after the awkward encounter, Caitlyn broke into laughter, I shut my eyes tightly, breathing deeply.
"Bro I didn't even know she was behind you. You're so fucked now" Caitlyn tells me and I bend down to pick up my textbook. I see a small piece of paper ready to fall out from a certain page. I pull it out to see it folded. I opened it up and my heart dropped at the note.
Wanna hang out this weekend?
-Alex
Fuck my life. I just screwed up everything.
Hehe oh Mitchie fucked up real bad huh?
Anywaysss please review! The more you guys review the faster I'll update(;
What do you guys think of Caitlyn's character? Like or dislike? Do you guys sense just best friends or trouble from her?
Review Responses:
LikeAStorm - You know that was probably the best thing I could have done but of course I'm not that smart c(: I should have tried to incorporate that idea in here though, but oh well c(: And haha no worries, thank you!
veehxD - Well now Alex may just fall back into her 'bitchyness' ... c(: and good question, it will be answered sooner or later!(;
LovinThatLovato - Thank you!(:
Demenaforever13 - Thank you very much(:
Nightingale11 - Well you know finding someone attractive doesn't always mean you have to like them(; it just means they're hot. Lmao but I like your observation, keep it in mind for the future c(: and Thank you so much! I really appreciate it(:
peetahpan - Thank you!(:
Suefanficlover - Thank you so much! (: and I totally agree on the chemistry part, they're both just so clueless c(;
Reas0nlovato - Lol thank youu!
Lisapizzalol - Very interesting prediction(;
Pretty little Fiction321 - Hehe sorry, school's been on my ass v.v Glad that I was missed though c(; and Thank you very much!
justhershey - There you go(; Hoped you enjoyed it! Don't forget to leave your thoughts on this chapter(: