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6. Brett 2.0
I cried all night after hanging up. Mom losing her job, having to pay to see a therapist and everyone hating me was terrible. What was worse was I signed onto Facebook around 4 AM, unable to sleep, and just watched a couple of Sam's guitar songs he posted.
I slept for another hour or two before I got up and dressed. I decided on jean pants and a sleeveless pink top, since the school would be warm inside. I fixed my hair, did my make-up and finished up my homework that I never got to last night. By the time I finished Mom called me down for school. No breakfast?
Nope. Just a yogurt and banana for the go today. She apologized, I said it was fine. She then handed me my lunch tickets and I shoved them in my pocket.
At school I arrived at my locker and packed the books I needed for the day. I felt a hand come up to me and assuming it was Blaine or Ryder, I flicked it off. "Get away from me."
"Why?" Sam's voice asked.
"Oh sorry, I though you were Ryder or Blaine." I apologized. "What's up?"
"Well you never came back to Glee and not answer your phone," Sam said. "Look I know Tina was being a bitch but she just needs to release stress and sadly she feels like blaming you is going to help. And Artie followers her lead, so try to not take it personally. Don't worry, all is good with the world." He laughed. "Hey so Carol is taking me out later to get clothes with Finn, she said she'd buy you some things. Wanna join after school?"
"Um, sure." I said. Good way to apply for a job unless somehow Finn could keep Glee going.
"Alright then. See you later." Sam smiled and left. "Oh and one more thing," He turned back and faced me. "Blaine said to keep off of Lark. Don't know what it means but he'd said you know."
Oh great. Now they're getting Sam to join in, almost. Whatever.
I walked down the hall and saw Jake. He spotted me but avoided eye contact with me. Not to mention down the hall more I got slushy from the jocks, the cheerio's, a few more jocks and when I passed the cafeteria after washing off I saw Mom. She looked a little bit sad. God, losing a job and waiting to hear from another….such a pain in the—
I didn't see where I was going. I bumped into someone, who was holding a green slushy and when they fell their drink fell in an almost throwing angle. It landed on Artie, covering him. I ran and helped cleaning up Artie, apologizing, and to the kid I knocked over. The kid handed his empty cup to me and told me in rude words to watch where I was going. I held the cup but continued to wipe Artie off. I apologized again. "Don't worry Marley, it happens a lot. This time it was an accident though so I'm not too offended."
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME MARLEY!" A voice called out. Within seconds the cup was out of my hand. "NOW PICKING ON ARTIE?" Tina continued. "Slushy him!?"
"No, no it wasn't me!" I defended myself. "I bumped into someone who fell and slushy Artie."
"Its true Tina." Artie confided, helping me out. "She didn't do it, she's too nice to do that."
"OH SURE, YEAH RIGHT!" Tina yelled, not taking any word of it. She took the handles of Artie's chair and pushed him. "JUST BACK OFF OF HIM, ANOREXIC!"
That hurt. I got a buzz on my phone and when I checked to see who messaged me I saw it was from a number I didn't know. I opened the message though and read it.
Though you could hide from me, Crack Baby? Nice try. I'm transferring to Lima soon and as soon as I am able to get into the school, watch your ass! I've already figured out who your friends are and once they know who Mommy and Daddy are, they will kick your ass out of their club so fat! Opps sorry, I meant fast! I'll be sure to bring all the drugs for you baby. See you soon, Crack Baby!
- Connie.
Oh great…now Connie is coming here? How in the hell did she even know my number? Oh god no! No! No! No! No! No! I began shaking as I ran into the bathroom and began crying. Classes began now so nobody would bother me. This couldn't of been happening….damn it! And I want to puke but I can't puke! Damn it!
I got up and wiped my eyes and eventually found my way out of the school. I found myself on the bleachers again and watched the gym classes run track. I wasn't allowed to take gym anymore, due to my eating disorder. Gym was my first class of the day too so unless the teacher caught me, I'd be safe. I could hear some kids from below and knowing who it was I snuck down.
Lark was there, with Brett Stoner and his friends. While Lark and his friends talked Brett came over, a lot high, and spoke to me. Through his high words, literally, he mentioned that I looked tensed. I rolled my eyes.
He held his hand out to me and showed me a weed stick. "Take one, it'll ease down. Or some crack too. Or for easy, man, take the ciggy."
He handed me the weed stick and left.
How was I suppose to take this anyways? Just take it like a cigarette? How would this even help me with all the stress I'm under right now with school, mom, Glee, Tina, Connie, my eating disorder and my life. Wait, everything I just mentioned is my life. I think on a stress level between 20-100, I'm at 150 or 200. But still how in the world was this piece of crap suppose to help me cool down with all the stress? Maybe Brett and his friends thought it taste good? I mean it had to be addictive somehow, right? Like Puck did with those cupcakes a few years ago? That is still a story that roams the halls of McKinley High. Maybe these had the flavor of...dirt. I've eaten dirt before on a dare when I was seven years old and I still remember the disgusting taste.
Whatever, I thought. It's just one. It won't be too bad, right?
Slowly, I put the stick in my mouth…..
**AUTHOR NOTE! **
Never in my life have I ever taken drugs, nor do I ever plan on taking them. I know better. I've known since elementary school to never use them.
So for now, As this story continues, I will be basing everything off of TV shows and Movies. How the characters react and how they speak and such.