A/N: I can’t even begin to apologize for the long wait for this chapter. I’ve gone through a bad writer’s block and been super busy at the same time! So I’m really sorry about that. But there’s some drama going on in this one, so hopefully that will make up for it :D Happy reading, hope you enjoy! :D
Wednesday, March 21, 2013
On Wednesday morning, I woke up feeling the need to wear black, like I was getting ready for a funeral. My funeral.
I kept looking over those messages with Becca, wondering what she had planned. More rumors? I could deal with that, I guess. But something else? That made me nervous. I didn’t know what Becca was capable of. I knew I was being ridiculous being scared of her, but at the same time, I really didn’t know what to expect.
At breakfast, I sat at the kitchen table, reading over the messages from last night on my cell phone.
I WARNED you, Sophia Martin. I told you to stay away from my boyfriend, and you didn’t listen. You’re such a fucking slut. I’m gonna bury you. Don’t even fucking come to school tomorrow. You’re going to wish you were never born when you get there. I can promise you that, bitch.
“What’s so interesting on that phone?”
I looked up and saw my father staring at me over the top of his paper.
I quickly took a sip of my orange juice and shook my head. “Nothing.”
He raised his eyebrows at me. “Well, the way you’ve been staring at it sure doesn’t look like nothing.”
So I put on a fake smile and stood up. “Daddy, it’s nothing, really. I was just looking at my Facebook.” I walked over and kissed his cheek. “Let me go hurry Olivia up before we’re both late for school.”
My father nodded, but I could tell he didn’t really believe me. I didn’t know why, though, and that bothered me.
I found Olivia coming down the stairs, and told her to hurry up.
“What’s your rush?” she asked me. “We’ve got plenty of time.”
I sighed. “Just hurry up, OK?”
I waited by the front door while Olivia went into the kitchen. She returned with a breakfast bar and a cup of orange juice.
“You can’t bring that in my car,” I told her, pointing to the orange juice.
“Sophia, you’re rushing me. I haven’t had breakfast. Take your pick. I either sit and eat or I’m taking this in your car.”
I groaned. “Don’t you dare spill it.”
On the way to school Olivia asked me why I was in such a hurry to get there. I didn’t want to tell her I wanted to get to school early to avoid Becca or what could have been awaiting me, because then she’d want to know why.
“I’m supposed to meet Cambree before homeroom,” I said.
Like I didn’t see that coming.
“We’re just going over some notes for a test we have today.”
“I didn’t know you had a test today.”
“Well I do.”
“Oh, because, I mean, when mom asked, you only told her about that test Friday, so I figured—”
“Olivia, please, stop.”
My sister widened her eyes when I snapped, and immediately I felt really bad. But I was already stressing out and I didn’t want to be interrogated right now. I had too much else on my mind.
She stayed silent the rest of the ride to school, and honestly, I didn’t blame her. When we stopped in front of the Western Middle School and she opened the door to get out, I said, “Look, I’m sorry I snapped.”
She turned to look at me and nodded. “It’s OK. See you.”
Then she got out and shut the door.
This was too much. Between Andrew, Becca and Derek, I was so over the stress. Now I was snapping at my little sister because of them. And it wasn’t even her fault.
I felt my jaw tighten as a burning sensation welled in the pit of my stomach. As I pulled away from the curb and started toward my own school, I began to worry a little bit less. Really, I couldn’t wait to see what Becca had planned for me, now.
So I picked up my phone, and dialed Cambree’s number. She answered on the second ring.
“Hey,” I said. “Where are you?”
I met Cambree in the parking lot. She agreed to walk in with me, knowing about the messages from last night. All this time I felt like I was losing my best friend, but at least I knew she was here for me when I needed her.
“Where are Andrew and everyone?” I asked her when I met her.
She shrugged. “No idea. Have you told Andrew what’s going on?”
“If he knew why Becca was screwing with me, he’d be pissed,” I said as we crossed the half empty parking lot, walking into the school.
“And that reminds me,” Cambree asked. “Why the hell have you been talking to Derek again.”
“Don’t start, Cambree.”
“I’m not starting, Sophia. I’m asking why would you be talking to someone knowing that it’s just going to start trouble? Andrew will get pissed, and so will Becca.”
“Because he’s one of my best friends, that’s why,” I said. “Did he mean nothing to you?”
“Well, I mean, of course he did, but when you are in a relationship, and now he’s in a relationship, you learn to get over that stuff.”
I shook my head. “I refuse that.”
“Then you’re just asking for trouble.”
Maybe I was. But if you asked me, having a boyfriend or girlfriend tell you you can’t hang out with your best friend of many years was like saying they didn’t trust you. I was supposed to be OK with Laurel texting Andrew but Andrew couldn’t be OK with me hanging out with Derek. And Becca? Well, she could go to hell as far as I was concerned.
That sounded bad. I didn’t know what to say about Becca. She was just crazy. There was nothing else I could say.
So if I was asking for trouble, then it wasn’t fair to me.
“I’m just worried about what Becca has planned for you,” Cambree said once we were in the lobby. “I mean, those messages were frightening.”
“I kicked her ass once didn’t I?” I muttered back.
“I have a feeling this won’t be physical, though.”
Yeah, I thought. So do I.
Walking down the halls, I kept on the lookout for Becca, but there was no sign of her or her friends. Thank God.
But something was off. As we made our way down the hallway, I noticed that most everyone had a single sheet of paper in their hands. Some groups of threes and fours were huddled around a single paper, giggling, others were pulling it out of their lockers.
“Wonder what that’s about,” Cambree said.
And then people turned to look at us. Well, mostly me.
“Hey, Sophia,” a guy I didn’t know called. “Sexy, baby. I’m calling you tonight.”
“Fuck off,” Cambree snapped back.
I realized there was definitely something off. I also knew Becca had something to do with it.
We spotted Mandy and Jenna, and they also had those sheets. When they saw us, they looked away.
“Mandy, Jenna!” I called. “What the hell is that?!”
They gave each other these looks, and what looked to be in reluctance, gave me what they had.
I nearly died.
“What the hell?” Cambree asked, jerking it out of my hand. “Cheapest rates in town,’” she read. “‘Give Sophia Martin a call, and she is guaranteed to rock your world.’”
So I snatched the paper back. “‘Rates. Hand job, $15, Blow job $30, One hour of whatever you want $50. Two hours $100. She does threesomes and foursomes. Discounts on Wednesday nights. Two guys for the price of one!’”
I stared at the end of my life there on this paper in my hand. In the middle of the advertisement was a picture of me posing in my bikini. It was one I recognized, right from my Facebook from a cruise last summer.
“It was in our lockers,” Mandy said shamefully. “There’s one in everyone’s lockers. Sorry, Sophia.”
Jenna looked at her feet.
“Who did this?!” Cambree demanded.
“We don’t know,” Jenna said, shrugging.
“This is bullshit,” Cambree said.
“I know who did it,” I said, balling it up and looking past the three of them. Becca was coming down the hall, laughing with her friends, holding hands tightly with Derek.
At that point I didn’t know what had come over me. All I knew was I had seen red and there was no turning back. I knew Becca had made that stupid advertisement and she had put them in everyone’s locker. And her ass was mine for it, too.
So I went for her.
“Sophia,” Derek said as I approached. “What are you—”
He didn’t have time to finish. My hands were on Becca and I was shoving her against the locker.
“You bitch! I know you did it!”
“You psycho!” she shouted back. “Get off me!”
Next thing I knew, Derek was pulling me off.
“Sophia, what is wrong with you?” he demanded.
“I know you made those fucking flyers, Becca!” I told her. “I know you did it, and I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Sophia, relax!” Derek told me.
Meanwhile, Becca was politely straightening her lavender polo shirt and tucking her hair behind her ears.
“You are lucky I don’t have you up for assault you crazy bitch,” she told me. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Some crazy flyers? Ha! Why would I do something like that?”
My eyes widened. “You told me to not to come to school today. You said you were going to—”
“Save it, Sophia!” she said. “You’ve officially lost it. Stay away from me. Touch me again, I’ll report you for assault. Then you’ll be expelled. I didn’t put any flyers around this school, but I’d love to see them. Whoever did it, I’d like to take them to lunch.”
With that, she and her friends turned to leave with a smirk.
“It’s your turn to watch your back, Becca!” I shouted after her.
“I’ll take that as a threat, Sophia!” she called back with a polite smile. “You’ll do well to remember that it’s a crime to threaten someone.”
And then she winked at me.
I started after her, and Derek held me back.
“How could you be with her?” I asked him as the crowd around us started to dissipate. “She’s a horrible bitch and she doesn’t deserve you!”
He looked at me, his lips purse and his eyes cold. I could tell he was mad at me right then and that hurt me and scared me both at the same time.
“I’m sorry you and Becca have your differences,” he told me. “But Sophia, it’s time you grew up. Whatever happened to you this morning, with the flyers, or, whatever, it was, I’m sorry it happened. I really fucking am. But you had no right to come over here, shoving her against the damn lockers like that, blaming her for it just because you two have a problem with each other.”
I shook my head. I couldn’t believe he could be so blind. I saw one of the sheets sticking out of someone’s locker close by, so I grabbed it and shoved it at Derek. “Becca did this. I don’t care if you believe me or not, Derek. But she did. I know she did.”
He looked at the flyer and shook my head. “Sophia, whoever did it, is a sorry ass excuse for a human. Really. But it wasn’t Becca. She was with me last night until her curfew, then I took her home. I picked her up this morning, and we just pulled in the damn parking lot less than ten minutes ago. She didn’t do it. She could not have done it. So next time you start pointing fingers at someone, make sure you’re right.”
He balled up the paper, and threw it on the floor. “You’ve changed a lot, Sophia. I hate to say this, I really do, but I can’t see us ever being friends again. I don’t even know you, anymore.”
“That’s not true,” I said lowly.
“It is true. I’m sorry. I gotta go. Becca’s waiting. I’m sure Andrew’s looking for you, too.”
He said that so coldly, I felt a shiver go through my body. And then when he turned his back to me and started in the same direction Becca had gone in, I felt about million pieces of my broken heart fall into the pit of my stomach.
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