"This is the last straw Bridget! We don't know what to do with you anymore!" My mom yelled as I sat at the dining room table. I can't see Ry watching, but I know he's there, just out of sight. He hates that I get in trouble. He hates that I hang out with the group of kids that manipulate the whole town. He hates that I'm 13, not a virgin, and I drink more than half the adults in town. "Are you listening to us Bridget?" my mom questioned, as my dad just stood toward the side watching the scene. I nod my head slightly, just to acknowledge her, as Ryan and Lucas' heads peer into view.
"You're just sending her away?" Ryan shouts, "You're just going to fucking give up on her? She didn't steal the bottle from the cabinet, I did. Leave her alone!" my older brother shouts at my mother. But it's too late. Everyone knows the truth.
I'm the fuck up, and Ryan's perfect. Perfect blond hair, straight white teeth, 6'2", only 15 and captain of the football and baseball teams, straight A's, smart beautiful girlfriend. That's Ryan.
Me? Long black hair with a few blue and purple streaks, 5'2", never been on a real date, and I've never had a good grade. Not to mention the partying, missing curfew, stealing, et cetera at 13.
Yup, I'm the fuck up.
"Ryan, save it. They've made up there minds. I'll be in..." I paused lifting the brochure she'd dropped on the table, "Minnesota, before Friday. I guess I better go pack." I smirked as I left the room, brushing by Lucas without looking at him. With one look into that boys blue eyes, he would know everything racing through my mind. "Night." I mumbled as I slumped up the stairs quickly.
"Ryan, you and Lucas need to go up stairs, but I don't want you talking to your sister. Understood?" I hear my mother speak as I reach the top step. The first tear slips down my cheek, but I wipe it away angrily. She wants me to have nothing to do with this family, so she'll get what she asks for.
~3 Years Later~
"Ms. Lawson, what do you think you're doing? You know the rules around here." Principle Jones speaks firmly, "And you, Mr. Copeland, this is the third time you've ditched class this week. To my office, I'll deal with you when I can." She continued, while Gabe and I rolled our eyes. The worst she can do is give us Saturday detention, but that's actually really fun with Gabe.
I met Gabe my first day here at Applewood Academy. My dad escorted me into the building, and he was sitting in the principles office waiting for Ms. Jones. Somehow Gabe knew that I wasn't the normal stuck up rich kid that attended here, and he told me that he wasn't either. When my dad went in to the office, and we were left in the waiting room together, Gabe gave me a tour of the campus. Let's just say it wasn't the typical tour you'd get from the class suck up.
"Come on babe," Gabe smirked as I stumbled through the hallway and he put his arm over my shoulders to steady me. I've never been good with alcohol.
Gabe calls all of his girl friends babe, and we're definitely not together. We're... Friends with benefits I suppose. "Let's go back to my room, Ms. Goody-too-shoes doesn't get back from class until three." I slurred and looked at him with lust in my eyes.
"Lead the way babe." he smirks and we find our way to my dorm. Sadly we get stuck with the same roommate for all of our time at Applewood, and I've been stuck with Isabella Starks. The fucking bitch who wants to control everything.
We finally stumble through my door, and things get heated fast. We automatically rip each other’s clothes off, so we're both naked before each other. Without a thought, Gabe pushes me down onto the bed, pushes himself inside me with haste. Moving quickly, in a mix of sweat, lust, and ecstasy, just as I'm getting lost in the moment, a loud buzzer interrupts us, but Gabe doesn't want to stop. As the buzzer continues, Gabe moves faster as I claw at his back and bite his shoulder to keep quiet. Both of our bodies erupt into a stream of unconsciousness, and before I know it, Gabe is trying to put clothes on me. "There's a fire!" he's shouting, as I come back to reality, and smoke fills my lungs. That annoying buzzer still sounding with all it's might.
"Shit!" I scream when I can't find my clothes, so Gabe throws me his shirt and pulls me toward the window. We're on the second floor, so it's not a big drop, and Gabe and I escape the building unnoticed. But when we are noticed there's going to be hell to pay. As we run away from the building, and we're far enough away to be safe, a strange thing happens. The building explodes.
Gabe looks at me with a fear in his eyes that most likely mimic mine. We're in deep shit, and there's no way we won't be caught. "Babe, I have to go change, if I get caught then I'll be sent home, and my dad will send me to military school, after giving me the beating of a life time. I'm sorry." he rushes and runs away from me.
Well shit what am I supposed to do? My hair smells like smoke, I'm wearing a baggy t-shirt and that's it, and currently I'm supposed to be in the principles office. As the sirens from the fire truck approach, so does Ms. Jones. Great.
"Ms. Lawson, I would've bet on this having something to do with you and your friends. Where's Gabe?" she questions but I keep my cool and shrug at her with innocence plastered in my eyes; not that it will help too much.
Why is it that the one time I didn’t have anything to do with this, I’m the only one blamed? No one will even look into the possibility of someone else being responsible. Every other time I’ve done something wrong, I’ve been honest. Honesty is NOT the best policy.