Hells Angel

Part 13

I stepped out of Mahoganys car and flicked my hair. We had woken up at 6am to curl the ends. She had also done all my makeup and put me in shorts and fishnet tights. The return of the school prostitute. But damn did I look good.
I put my bag over my shoulder and strode up to the doors with Mahogany at my side.

We only parted ways when I had to go to my locker.
I knew I was doing well when boys who were grades ahead of me checked me out as I walked by. I let a smirk crawl onto my face as I took my sunglasses off and got ready for class.

I was completely ready for Science when it came around, just to find that Nash wasn’t there. But I knew he was in today, because Matt had told me earlier after it took me 10 minutes to convince him to actually look up at my eyes instead of down my shirt.

I frowned as I sat through 40 minutes wondering why he ditched and where he went. I figured he couldn’t have gone far. It didn’t bother me that much because we had ‘trust classes’ after school today with the counsellor. That was if he remembered to actually turn up. Which was doubtful.

But roughly halfway through the 40 minutes, I started to get bored of ‘Plant reproduction’ and found myself more and more curious about where Nash was. I didn’t really understand why I cared so much but none the less, I put my hand up and got excused to go to ‘the bathroom.’ But as most teachers already know, girls never actually go to the bathroom, it’s just an excuse to check your makeup or bitch about someone with your friends. Or in my case, find where the devil himself, had gone to.

I aimlessly wandered around the corridors. I figured I had about 15 minutes before my teacher noticed I was still gone and sent out a search party. I just kept strolling around the empty hallways, finding nothing with each corner I turned. I was just about to give up, when I passed a closet and heard strange, animalistic noises coming from inside.

I gently pushed the handle down, finding the door to be unlocked. And well the sight I found made me gasp, even though I wasn’t really surprised.

Nash Grier had some flaky barbie pinned up against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. Both of their shirts lay on the ground but the rest of their clothes were still on them. Although, I doubt they would’ve been on them for much longer if I wouldn’t have interrupted.

Nash’s lust filled eyes locked with my amused ones. His eyes had the same look with her as they did when he was with me. Well that just proved I was nothing special to him. Not that I didn’t already know that.

Nash’s hands released the girl he was holding and let her fall to the ground. “What the hell Nash?!” She said but he was already putting his shirt back on.

“No, no,” I said slowly, “Please don’t let me interrupt.”

Nash’s eyes raked my body, clearly loving what he saw as his lips parted a little. The girl on the floor looked confused, “Do you guys know each other?”

Neither of us answered for a moment. The tension between us must have been more obvious than I thought. Nash started to walk towards me when I raised my voice, stopping him in his tracks, “No,” I said with a smug smile, “No we don’t.”

I then spun around and left him there with that girl, I returned to Science just as the bell went, I grabbed my bags and left the room before Nash could catch up with me.

I was pretty pissed off for the rest of my classes. I mean, who was he to tell me I couldn’t do what I want with Matt, when he’s the one playing every girl in the school? It just made me more ready for ‘trust classes’ to come around, so I could get to either confronting him or destroying him.

So when the end of the school day came around, I made my way to the room I had been told to meet in by Mary, the schools guidance counsellor. It was a wide open room, with large windows. There was only a handful of people in there. I didn’t recognize any of them, they were all in different years. So these were the kids who had divorced parents, alcohol and drug problems, a death in the family or just any other kind of ‘issues’.