One of the Guys

What ever

"Did you say something to Marissa?" Logan asked me as I was walking to my locker. I crammed my science text book in my locker and shut it.

I looked at Logan for a second. "You've been ignoring me all week and That's the first thing you say? What a great best friend you are." I said.

I'm really hungry and I want some lunch so I started walking to the lunchroom. "Aubrey." Logan groaned. "To answer your question, Yeah, I did say something to Marissa, the day it happened, which was last week."

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I grabbed my hamburger and fries and sat down next to Tasha. "Hey." Tasha said with a smile. I smiled back and started eating.

As me and Tasha were talking, Marissa walked up to us and stood there for a minute, followed by Paige. Tasha was already looking at her, but I refuse to meet her gaze. She's not worth it.

After a good three minutes I looked up at Marissa. "Do you need something?" I asked. She nodded.

"And what would that be?"
"I need you to stay away from Logan." I laughed, like, couldn't breathe, laughed.

"Trust me hun,  you don't have to  worry about that. He's already staying away from me."

A smile crept on my face as her face turned red from anger. She walked over to me and took my drink, splashing the Coke all over my hair and clothes.

I stood up abruptly and just as my fist was about to  connect with her face, Tasha pulled me back. I struggled to break free from her grip. "I swear to God I'm gonna pull out the crap you call hair and shove it Right up your arse using your own hand. I'll make sure to twist while I'm at it." I growled and broke from Tasha's grasp.

I punched her in the nose and she fell down. Scott and Matthew pulled me back. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your day with a broken nose." I spat. She started crying and I just sat there and watched her.

You should've never poured my drink on me. I thought.

"What's going on?!?" Logan asked as he walked over to us. I rolled my eyes as he went to his girlfriend's side and comforted her and her bloody nose. Scott and Matthew finally let me go so I looked at her one last time and walked out.

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"Don't you think that was a little over the top?" Tasha asked as we shared some fries at Burger King. "Over the top my arse. She should've never started talking crap and poured my drink on me." I exclaimed.

"But did you really have to punches her in the nose?"

I thought about it for a while. Did I really have to punch her in the nose?

"Yes, yes I did."