Blue Jeans»©

002

He had all this spunk and attitude and I must admit it was very scary. I thought he was the type of asshole to hurt a girl in public. His eyes were so serious and then he stopped. He was still furious but it was like something was hiding behind them.

I put on my best poker face but goosebumps were invading my skin all over. He let me go and as I stood upright, he gripped my arm, it was so tight, bruises were already forming. "Next time, I'll make sure to hit you." He threw me off the hood and jumped back in his car and left me in the dust. Burning rubber to initiate pain in my nose.

He was obviously in pain. He wanted to hurt me and I could see in his eyes that something was pulling him away from me. It was not fear, it was empathy it was something darker. My only question is where the hell did he go? Probably to go clean his car, or calm down from making the worst mistake of his life.

"Why did you hold back?" I heard a rough and familiarly attractive voice announce from behind me. Like always Kyper was sneaking up on me. His ocean eyes and raven hair standing out as the fall leaves brushed past in the wind of the oddly, beautiful October day.

Kyper was one of my gang. He was the one person I could trust aside from papa and duchess. He was the first person to tell me how to live. The last person to do that. He lost a couple of fingers long story short. I broke them off myself. In a weird way, we still became best friends. Don't get me wrong I hate him, but he has had my back in more ways than one.

"He wasn't going to hurt me. I have it under control."

Kyper was staring me down with his ocean eyes. Brooding before me in the slightly cold wind. "Then why is your arm purple and blue?"

I pulled my leather jacket over my shoulders slipping my slightly bruised arm in the sleeves. I pulled my hair from under said jacket and pulled my bag back over my shoulder.

"Kyper if he were to hurt me he wouldn't have made it back into his car."

"If you are meddling with people again. Marilyn, I swear to god."

Kyper was an asshole. He was overprotective and stubborn, just as stubborn as me and we were more alike than I like to admit and that is a big reason as to why I hate him so much.

"It is Marley, Kyper!"

"No bitch, it is Marilyn."

"Guess I am a Bitch. Eugene!"

"Fair enough." Kyper laughed. "Let us get to class shall we?" He offered his right gesturing to the high school doors with his left. I looped my arm in his.

I had a history of meddling into people's lives and causing a scene and i had no excuse for it. It was just fun to see how people react when they know more about them than they do. Kyper was the only person to ever flip the tables on me and that is why I respect him. Everyone had a tell, that tells me what type of person they are but it in just a few seconds I could already tell that the mullet-wearing dirty blonde had so many walls that he could build a skyscraper. I need his name. I need him to open.

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I spent the rest of my day walking drearily from class to class and quite frankly. The blonde in blue jeans would not leave my mind. Not his mullet and not his firm ass in that denim. I was smacking gum when the teacher let everyone know about a project. We had an essay we had to present whatever we have learned in this class so far. I had no idea what I was going to write about but I did know I was not the one to write my essay either.

I could find any of the prep monsters to do it. You don't even have to pay some of them. Depending on their mood they offer to do your work for free. As long as you are on their good side. Which I am. With Taryn at-least, the rest of them hate me or fear me. Either way, I am fine. I had many more important things to take care of any way besides being stuck here with these heifers. I left the class after the bell rang and went to my regular spot to lone by myself before meeting with Kyper. It was a closed-off area in the school. A little segment of the school caused by a construction mistake. Like a pizza slice cut from the school.

I threw my books in my locker and instead of retreating to my spot immediately, I scanned the hallways for a moment. There were the art kids attending the art room for their free period. The wannabe baddies hiding in the girl's bathroom. The skaters dominating the halls. The preps all going to the library. The school had a system. The only ones left were the Slackers and the ones that did not fit anywhere. We just sat around on our Walkman minding our own business. Losing yourself in the music.

I pushed myself off the lockers when a familiar face emerged from the boy's bathroom. King Steve in all his miserable glory erupted from the bathroom in a fit of fury as he caught my sight. I walked slowly more than happy to hear what the idiot had to say. I cannot believe the school calls him king. He is just like everyone else. Predictable and stupid.

"Do not walk away from me Marley!" He called out furious followed by his posy of boyfriends.

"Stevie. Fancy seeing you here in this fine establishment." I teased, almost laughing at the fire in his eyes. "Long time no see."

Steve motherfucking Harrington, has a very important relationship. With oh so sweet Nancy Wheeler. She was a sweetheart really, but she does not know how to mind her business.

"Quit the bullshit!" He yelled, spit flying everywhere.

I am, sick of these popular kids. They think because people know them they can get away with anything. Walking down the halls like they own the damn place.

"Listen Steve, My Boy. Nancy got was coming for her, Okay. She messed with the wrong bitch and got a lesson out of it. We are at school. She learned a little something about herself and you."

"What do you mean about me?" The special man asked. God, the kid was slow.

"Your past Harrington. Us!" I told him with a menacing smirk.

"Your such a slut!" He yelled.

"Just like Nancy? I guess you should know all about that right? You clean a sign and think it is all forgive and forget huh?"

Steve was not a bright light. He was too self-absorbed that he did not know when to look around and see the world for himself. His head was so far up his ass it was easy for me to get Nancy to hear about his little days as an asshole. It was a year ago but still. She needed to know. The most important thing in a relationship is honesty, right?

It was my business to tell anyway. I had come to terms with what happened between us and felt it was my duty to tell poor Nancy. That whore. He stormed off at my words and his boys all lingered behind watching me like I was a monster. I don't enjoy what I do, to be honest. I was the only source of truth this town had. Like Abe Lincoln, I cannot lie.