chapter 8

The fuckening. Defined by urban dictionary as that time when your day is way too good and you start doubting it and then some shit finally happens. Then you go " oh there it is, there's the fuckening," 

That's how I felt today, nothing had happened, if anything, everything was going great, my classes were a lot more tolerable than usual, my gym teacher let me sit out the entire class, the cafeteria lady gave me an extra slice of cake. Pretty much what a good day should look like.  I had absolutely no reason to worry but I  couldn't ignore  the lingering feeling that this day wasn't gonna end well. 

My last class went as fast as it came, and I started walking to my locker so I could put down these books, pack my homework and get the hell out of this place. 

I missed my besties, the week had gone haywire earlier, between surprise tests and having to beat assignment deadlines, none of us had any time to really hang out,  the only time we really talked was during lunch and that is not enough when you have two amazing souls in your life. I miss them. 

I finally reached my locker and went on to open it when suddenly paint splattered all over me. And someone had painted the word whore on my locker. 

I felt so angry and I knew it was that brandy bitch but  I had no proof and the last thing I wanted was to get into a fist fight with the bitch because if she came within 6 feet next to me I swear to you, there will be blood. 

I growled slowly, I didn't even bother putting my books in the locker, I slammed it and started moving in silence. Angry silence if we are being precise. Dylan offered to go with me to pick my brother up so that I wouldn't have to get out of the car covered in paint. 

Sierra wanted to come to but her father had sent for her. I could see how worried they were but the last thing I wanted to do was talk about it. 

My brother sat in his usual spot in the car, asking why a complete stranger walked him but stopped when he finally noticed me covered in paint.

"what happened to you," he asked concerned and i growled

"I'd advise you to refrain from asking that question. Maybe in two weeks we shall laugh at this but as for now let's ignore the fact that your sister is blue unless you wanna die young. Am Dylan btw." Dylan introduced himself to my brother who looked at me as if asking if it was ok and I nodded. 

"Am Joel jenkins.. you can call me JJ though it's what LJ calls me," 

"LJ, asin Lia." Dylan asked 

"Yah," I watched the two talk and for the first time since getting paint bombed I felt my face stretch into a smile. My brother didn't really have any friends or male figures in his life. Much as Dylan was mostly girly, I was hoping they'd become closer with time. 

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By Friday the following  week, yes I spent eight days blue and semi blue, all the paint had washed out and all was nearly forgotten. I made my way to my literature class with Dylan. Thank God I shared this class with him because this was also a class I shared with brandy and I needed someone to hold me back because I had little to no self control left for that girl. 

On Tuesday she actually had the nerve to comment about how blue I looked. And no she didn't end their, during gym on Thursday she put a stupid  "am a whore " poster on my back.

Now here I was outside my class praying to God that she kept her mouth shut. Because I can't be blamed for what I'll do.

Dylan and I walked into class and took our seats at the back. Dylan intently stared at his phone. So focused on the latest twitter war and my eyes trailed to the other side of the classroom. 

Hunter was staring out the window with one of his earphones plugged in his ear. His face was emotionless but clearly deep in thoughts. He always seemed so around but so distant..

My thoughts were cut off when I realised that I was now staring into green orbs and I felt a blush creep up my neck. But he didn't do anything. He acted like he didn't catch me staring at him and simply went back to staring outside the window. 

I wonder what song he's listening to too. I wonder what songs he liked. I wonder if we liked the same music. Woahh too much lia too much. And this is how I've been lately, everytime I see him, my brain sort of goes into overdrive and he would be stuck in my hameas like a leech. I had finally accepted that I might have a crush on Hunter Daniels that might not be as small as I wish it would be. 

Class was boring to say the least. Thank heavens by some unexpected good karma, brandy had skipped class. 

"Lia I'll catch you in the cafeteria I gotta do sumn first, okay love you," Dylan had said before running out not even waiting for me to speak I looked back at Hunter's usual seat and it was empty. 

A wave of disappointment ran  through me. I don't even know why but it did and I lazily made my way to my locker. 

As I was sorting my books a sophomore girl rushed to me. Panic vivid on her face.

"You're Lia, right?" She asked and I nodded. 

"You should go outside right now, your friend is in trouble," she said and walked away. I quickly ran outside and noticed a large crowd gathering around some people. 

Pressing my way through the people I quickly noticed The guy from before. The one who murdered my chocolate cake. His name was Kevin, he was standing next to the douche named Toby and a taller guy. I think his name is Scott or something like that. They were all smirking at Dylan who was covered in some gooey liquid and I stared down at the empty bottles of lubricants and my heart stopped for a good minute. 

They couldn't.... 

They wouldn't...

I knew they could be mean but this was pure evil. This was just disgusting. Dylan had tears running down the side of his face. I noticed Sierra looked at me from the other side, tears were rolling down her face too. 

I don't know how but in less than a minute i was in front of the scott guy. Sending a hot slap across his right cheek. And before he could say anything else I slapped him again on his left cheek making everyone gasp in shock. 

"Two words, asshole. Grow up. If you still feel big by putting other people down and making them feel like shit. You're a tiny little asshole that's gonna look back one day and be so ashamed of the things you did. Sad part is you won't even have a reason. Grow some balls boy. And get your head out of your ass it ain't a hat." I hissed and grabbed Dylan's hand and Sierra's  to walk away but I stopped when I noticed Brandy taking a video of the whole thing. And something in me just snapped. 

I moved towards her and grabbed her hand ignoring Sierra's pleading to let it be. 

"I know you had something to do with this, but i'm warning yo.." she cut me off

"Get over yourself hobo, there is nothing you or your reject friends can do, are you gonna hit me? Get your slimy hands off me," she snarled but my hands around hers tightened. 

"You coming at me was negative alone but coming after my friend's brandy," I laughed cynically 

"Let's just say by the time I am through with you you're gonna wish I hit you instead," I said while tucking her hair behind her ears and she gasped clearly terrified. Good. She should be. 

I turned and walked back to my friends ignoring all the looks people were sending us. 

"Am not scared of you lia jenkins," brandy yelled. 

"You should be," i replied and entered my car with my friends deciding we all had more than enough to deal with for us to even think about going back to class