71Title: Fake Engagement
Summary: I'm black, he's white. I hate him, he hates me. He's wanted by many, while I'm wanted by no one. He's the Greek god, while I'm the social outcast. So someone tell me, why did I fall for someone I can't have? Oh yeah, I forgot, his parents believe we're engaged.
A/N: I live in Massachusetts and that's where the story will be taking place but the cities and schools that are announced in this story are made up.
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Chapter o2: Life Sucks
After that incident with Jessica, all I felt was alone. Of course, after her little outburst that happened only two days ago she came to me begging, and crying for forgiveness. I didn't know if I could forgive her. Her words hurt more than I let on. But not necessarily in the sense that I drove home crying. It just hurt that she was defending that asshole over her friend of two years. Yeah, it definitely hurt.
If there was one word to describe Jessica, it was bitch. If I looked her name up in the dictionary, here's what I would find:
Jessica: noun (can be used as an adjective)
Pronunciation: Jes-i-kuh
Definition: 1) backstabbing bitch. 2) attention seeker. 3) a wannabe
As much as I needed a friend right now, I'm not someone who easily forgives and forgets. So I did only one thing I usually did when someone pissed me off, I ignored her. But unlike me, she didn't seem too torn about our drifting apart. I was beginning to doubt that she was ever really my friend.
I was currently sitting in the cafeteria playing with my food, once again as I stared, no, more like glared at the cafeteria table two tables away from mine. There she was, Jessica looking as if she were in a pure bliss as she leaned against Michael Evans. It seems he broke up with that other skank. I glared as she talked animatedly with the in crowd.
I rolled my eyes as I looked over to study Evans. I couldn't help but scoff to myself at remembering Jessica accusing me of having a crush on him. The whole accusation was absurd. I may find him attractive but other than that, I won't and never will like Michael Evans of all people.
I stuck my tongue out as his eyes met mine. He only smirked. Bastard. Losing my appetite, I abruptly stood up from my seat throwing away my trash before walking in the opposite direction without sparing the table another glance.
Being the clumsy and careless person I am, I wasn't particularly paying attention to where I was going so it was expected that within seconds I would be splattered with today's lunch. The whole cafeteria grew quiet, I glanced up hesitantly ignoring the stifling laughter as I stared into the eyes of none other than Georgina Peterson the skank. She sent me a cold smile.
"Next time, do watch where you're going," and with that, she brushed past me. My shoulder tensed as my jaw clenched at the sound of laughter. "Oh, and by the way, my lunch rather becomes you, maybe I should bump into you more often."
I didn't bother responding, I only ran out, ignoring the loud laughter. It really wasn't all that funny, somebody being covered in today's lunch was anything but funny, it was just plain nasty and disgusting. The specials for today were meatloaf, pasta with watery sauce, mashed potatoes and jell-o for desert. Can you say nasty with a capital N? Who ever heard of eating meatloaf with pasta of all things?
I pushed the girl's bathroom door open. Lucky for me no one was inside. I crept over to the sink, staring at my reflection dejectedly. If there was one thing I hated, it was looking in the mirror. I didn't like looking at my thick hair that always stuck out in disarray; I always hated noticing the bags under my eyes, hoping that beneath my glasses they weren't too visible. Okay, I have to say that I didn't give a flying fuck about what others thought of me but I was seventeen year old girl after all, I was bound to start caring sometime.
My eyes then gazed down at my shirt. Did I mention it was white? God, Georgina was a bitch. If I looked up her name in the dictionary here's what I would find:
Georgina: noun (can also be used as an adjective)
Pronunciation: jawr-jee-nuh
Definition: 1) skank ass whore. 2) bitch. 3) conceited spoil brat
I hate her so much. I hope one day she just so happens to croak. That would definitely make my day. My hatred for her boiled even more as I stared down in horror at the food splattered onto my shirt. There was a big splatter of pasta sauce from just under my breast towards the hem of my shirt. The green jell-o happened to slowly slide down my shirt as I stared at the huge glob of mashed potatoes.
My hands wandered to the hem of my shirt as I began lifting the shirt, brown skin visible. I lifted the shirt over my head before I discarded it onto the sink. My hair was in more of a disarray than usual. My shirt quickly forgotten, I stared at my reflection intently. I had on my favorite white laced bra (which isn't relevant to my predicament). Okay, back to the point.
Being an idiot that I was and not realizing the consequences of my action, I made a huge mistake. Okay, here's the recap of what happened. I know that it would seem smart at the time but only wearing no layers under my shirt besides a bra made me feel all the more stupid.
I began running both the cold and hot water before edging my shirt under the war so I could scrub off the remnants of Georgina the skank's lunch. But then it hit me suddenly, there were three things I realized:
1) This was different from soaking it in the washing machine.
2) My shirt was soaking wet which meant that I sure as hell wasn't putting the shirt back on. If I did, there would be a high chance that I would catch pneumonia and die. Okay, maybe I'm over exaggerating a little bit. I just don't think I could handle walking around with a still stained white t-shirt stuck to me like second skin.
3) The stain from the pasta sauce continued to stain my white shirt, it seemed to start spreading as I continued to try cleansing off the stain. So I obviously stopped right then and there.
The sound of the bathroom door creaking open interrupted me from my thoughts. My first instinct was to run into one of the stalls or even try to cover up myself. But of course that was impossible. Besides, I didn't want to look like a maniac, running into a stall and locking myself in. God knows I would probably be locked in there for days. Besides, I already made a fool of myself. What's the worst that could possibly happen?
I only settled for staring at my reflection in the mirror as the intruder slammed the door shut. I unfortunately found myself staring at Jessica's reflection. Damn. Why did it have to be her of all people?
"Are you okay?"
What the fuck does it look like? Of course I'm not okay. I've just been made a fool of in front of more than half the school's population and now I no longer have a shirt to wear since my shirt is now ruined. I'm royally fucked.
But of course I don't say any of that. Actually, I don't say anything at all. I only stare at my abused shirt, trying to will her existence away, trying to ignore the fact that she's even here.
"Look. I'm sorry about what happened. I'm sorry for what I said, I'm sorry for everything. How many times do I have to say sorry for you to forgive me? I didn't mean a word I said. I was just angry. I really like Michael and-"
I cut her off by turning on the water. When was she going to understand that Michael was anything but great? And quite frankly, I didn't want to hear her talking about Michael this and Michael that. Unfortunately she didn't leave the bathroom, even when the shrilling sound of the bell ringing for last and final period, she didn't move.
"Okay, maybe I shouldn't have said that," she began speaking once again as I noticed through the mirror, her walking towards me. "I'm really sorry."
"Don't you have your posse to go back to?" I finally spoke up for the first time. She didn't take offense; she only smiled as she stood beside me.
"It's nice to finally hear you talk." It was silent for a while. I suddenly noticed from the corner of my eye her lifting her sweatshirt up and over her head before handing it to me, in which I declined by simply ignoring her.
"Here, you'll need it. More than I do. You'll catch a cold if you put back on that t-shirt."
"Thanks, but no thanks," I said as I continued to stare down at my wet shirt.
"Are you sure? I mean-"
"I don't want to hear any of it. I know you're trying to make amends in which I appreciate but you know how I hate people who want to be part of the 'in crowd.' Furthermore I hate people who are wannabes, which includes you. Go back to Evans and that skank because you of course don't want to be friends with me. You're just doing this because it's what is expected of you. To feel bad for the lonely, socially awkward black girl."
She opened her mouth but I of course cut her off.
"Just leave. You're late for class as it is. Bye bye. Tootles. Sayonara."
She stood there, staring at me. She opened her mouth, I sent her a glare, she closed it, turned around and walked out of the bathroom much to my relief. I know I was stupid to not accept her offer but what can I say, I'm a stubborn person.
Maybe I wanted to prove something. Show Georgina a lesson. I'll show her that I didn't care that I was just ridicule only minutes ago. Sure, I'm a socially awkward girl, but I was the type of girl who didn't give a shit about what others thought of me. Well that is, depending on if I really cared for their opinions or not.
I took a deep breath and with my wet shirt in one hand I walked out of the restroom. Much to my relief the halls were deserted. Nobody was in sight, I could just sneak out the entrance door, towards my car and just drive home or maybe to the nurse's office. The nurse would probably be-
"Johnson?" I heard a familiar masculine voice said. I could hear a hint of amusement.
I willed my eyes closed, hoping beyond hope that this was just some terrible nightmare. Why did it have to be him of all people? Not that I really cared or anything. But Evans sure as hell loved to make an ass of me.
My first instinct was to run. But no, that was out of the question, I knew Evans could outrun me with him being on the track team and all. Don't ask how I know he's on the track team? I just do. Besides how could I not know every little detail about this guy, Jessica went on and on about him like there was no tomorrow.
My shoulders tensed, my back to him. I didn't want to turn around. I didn't want to see his smug face or that smirk that was no doubt plastered on his face. But I had to. I knew he wasn't going to just walk away. Of course, knowing the guy for the past two years, he would never cease to make a fool of me.
"Why don't you turn around?" Evans asked. "Show me what you've been hiding under those clothes of yours."
My fist clenched. I so wanted to punch, but I had to keep my cool. I didn't want to get into more trouble than I'm already am, that being walking around in a bra and jeans and being caught by the guy you can't stand.
"Maybe we should take this to the principal's office, don't you think?" And before I could answer, he grabbed me by the elbows and dragged me towards the office.
I tried struggling, tried clawing his hands off me but he just wouldn't budge. He only sent me a smug glance as we got closer to our destination.
"Let go of me," I said in a low and deadly voice.
"Or what?" He asked, taunting me as he pushed the office door open. The loud chattering before was quieted as all the occupants glanced at us. They didn't laugh, they only stared. I held my head up and stared at each and everyone of them, trying to show the school's staff that I wasn't ashamed of being in only my bra.
"I'd like to see Principal Daniels."
The secretary didn't bother to utter a word, she only stared at me with a look I couldn't quite decipher as she pointed towards the door down the hall.
"Thanks," he uttered and then he was dragging me along.
"You can let go of me now. It's not like I'm going to run or anything," I hissed at him. But like expected, he didn't pay me any mind. I could still see the smirk plastered on his face.
It was minutes later I found myself standing in front of the principal. To say the principal was shock to see us would be an understatement. To say that he was shock to see me in only my bra would be an even bigger understatement. His mouth was hanging open (not in that, oh my god you're so sexy kind of way), even though I swore I could see drool running down his chin. I wanted to say, 'close your mouth, you don't want something flying in your mouth, like flies perhaps.' But I didn't. I kept my mouth shut.
"Michael, Desiree, what a surprise to see you here?"
I refrained from rolling my eyes. And then I remembered, oh my god, this is the first time I've ever stepped foot into the principal's office. Shocker, isn't it? I thought it was actually a pretty cozy place. Too cozy, to be exact. I took the liberty of taking a seat.
"Mr. Daniels. I happened to find Desiree wandering the halls in a state of undress. I'm pretty sure she was heading for the exit, skipping class. In the handbook, there's a strict policy about dress code and skipping classes. It clearly states-"
"I know what it states, Mr. Evans," the principal interrupted him in a bored voice. But there was still no doubt that Evans was one of his favorite students.
I tried to stiffle my laughter. Who the hell actually reads the handbook? I mean hell I'm a nerd, but I'd never be caught dead studiously reading the handbook. Who would've pegged Evans for a geeky nerd who reads the handbook of all things. I mean, I know the guy's smart and everything but if there's one thing he's not, it's geeky smart (whatever that means).
"I'm sure there's a perfect explanation," Daniels said as he stared at me pointedly before looking down at my wet shirt still in my grasp.
"There is as a matter of fact. It happened actually during lunch. Georgina bumped into me, some of her food got onto my lunch." I straightened my shirt, showing him what she had done. "I of course went to the bathroom to scrub it off but the stain just got worse. I couldn't possibly wear it."
"You do realize you could've just came here or went to the nurse and asked for a pass to get dismissed for the day, seeing as it is nearing the end of the school day or you could've just sticked it out. That is no excuse. Detention tomorrow afternoon. You know the rules."
I nodded. Me being me, I couldn't just stand up and protest. God knows he'd probably extend detention. I didn't spare a glance at Evans who know doubt had on a smug look. Did he really get off making my life living hell? This was all his goddamn fault. He could've just let me go. But no.
Okay, I have to say that even if I may be some quiet girl at school and a girl that is socially inadequate doesn't mean I don't have a temper. When I'm pissed at someone I don't think before I act. I just act. So it was no surprise (well, maybe to them) when I turned around and socked Evans in the jaw.
Well shit! I just landed myself a weeks worth of dention. But then again it was worth it.
TBC...
A/N: Do you guys know how happy I am that I finally finished the second chapter. I thought it would take me until January or something. I was having problems figuring out what was going to happen next. Thanks for reading and tell me what you think about the chapter.