“Chill the hell out, dickhead! We weren’t doing anything wrong!” He pushes out of my way and smoothes his shirt down. He looks over to Blair. “I'll see you later,” he tells her as he walks away from us, and I instantly want to kill him.
“What the hell was that?” she bites out in a hushed tone, placing books in her locker.
“You tell me?” I almost laugh out. “Why the fuck was he kissing you? And more to the point, why the fuck were you letting him?”
She spins to face me, her eyes narrowed to slits. “It was a kiss on the cheek, you're making out like you caught us rounding third base!”
“How the hell do I know that you haven’t? I walk in and you’re snuggled up next to that jack hole smiling up at him and letting him kiss you! Don’t play me for a fucking fool Blair, what’s going on?”
“You're an asshole,” she says, shaking her head as she shoulder-barges past me and walks away.
I jog up beside her as she opens the door to her class and pull on her arm. “Wait.”
“Let me go, everyone’s staring,” she hisses. I look into the classroom and sure enough, everyone’s eyes are trained on us.
“I don’t care, we’re not done talking.”
She pulls her arm from my grip and leans in close. “You're embarrassing me, we are definitely done talking. Now leave me alone.”
With that, she turns and walks into the class, heading to the front and taking a seat without looking back. I feel my skin prickle and not in a good way. My stomach is knotted and I feel like I’m about to lose my breakfast. I want to scream out in frustration and pound my fist into the classroom door. People are still looking from me to her, waiting to see my reaction. I’m not in the mood to put on a fucking show so I pull the strap of my backpack tighter, spin on my heel and make my way to my fist period class. Corey’s in that class, and if Blair won’t give me any answers, I’ll make that prick do it.
I storm into biology class, sending death glares back to where Corey’s sitting between Drew and Toby Price. Toby’s an absolute monster of a guy; I’m talking seriously huge. A cool guy, though. Been hit one too many times in the head with a football, but I suppose being the star quarterback, you kind of expect it.
“Ah, Mr. Jamison, nice of you to join us. Take a seat quickly please, you’re late,” Ms. Beckett calls as she’s looking up from the textbook she’s holding.
I take my seat and crack my neck; I’m coiled like a freaking spring I’m so pissed. How the hell did this morning turn to shit this quickly?
Jackson’s eyes are narrowed at me as he silently mouths, “What?”
I shake my head signaling that I really don’t wanna talk about it now, then sit for the next hour picturing Blair and Corey screwing behind my back and laughing at me. The sound of the bell and chairs scraping as students busy themselves getting their shit together break up my thoughts. I stay seated and throw my arm out blocking the aisle as Corey attempts to leave.
“I need to speak to you,” I tell him, trying to keep my temper at bay. Jackson and Drew look at each other then back to Corey and me.
“What’s going on, guys?” Drew asks.
“That’s what I want to know.” My eyes never leave Corey’s.
“I don’t know what your problem is man. We were talking, that’s it.”
“What the fuck were you saying that required you to kiss my girlfriend, then, huh?”
He squares his shoulders and watches as I stand up.
“I didn’t know we had an English test today. Blair offered to lend me her notes since I’m in the same class; I kissed her on the cheek and told her she was a lifesaver, is all. Jesus, stop being such a jealous prick, dude.”
I instantly feel like a complete tool. I look over to the guys watching the exchange waiting for my reaction.
“Yeah?” I say shrugging my shoulders into my jacket. “Just don’t go kissing my girl again and we won’t have a problem.”
“Whatever dude, you need to relax. That girl’s yours and everyone knows it. No need to get your panties in a fucking bunch,” he says, smirking at me. “We cool?”
“Yeah dude, we’re cool,” I say with a fist bump.
“Now I just need to go find Blair and make sure that she’s not ready to go slash my tires.”
A whipping sound is made from behind me and I turn to see Jackson grinning at me like the moron he is. Drew coughs and whisper shouts, ‘whipped’, his grin matching Jackson’s.
“Assholes, the pair of you!” I laugh as we all make our way out of the classroom.
I’ve sent three messages saying ‘sorry’ and it’s only lunchtime. She hasn’t replied and it's driving me crazy. I hate knowing I’ve upset her and she’s mad at me. This is definitely not how I pictured today going this morning. Everything’s turned to shit and the only person to blame is me. I’m standing at her locker waiting for her like a lost fucking puppy feeling sorry for myself. Maybe my dad’s onto something; maybe I am just a screw up. I kick at the floor with the toe of my boots, watching as the rubber leaves a mark on the polished floors.
“Excuse me.”