Confessions Of A Queen Bee

Confession #1

Confession #1

The janitors closet door burst open. I jumped up in surprise and looked at the person in front of me. I had been so caught up in just staring at the wall in front of me that I didn't hear the footsteps nearing the closet. I was always careful at keeping the whole "Scarlett Summers' love shack" rumor going. I would always puff out my hair or smudge my lipstick just to go with the whole ordeal. But this time, I slipped up.

I just stood there, motionless. Waiting for the person in front of me to say something. In the end, he did say something, "Am I dreamimg? Cause I don't see you going at it with your boy toy."

"Excuse me?" I was beyond shocked at his bluntness and his perverted-ness.

"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like that. It's just that this is your 'love shack', so what are you doing here all alone?" he muttered.

"Why can't I be alone? I'm not always hooking up with guys, you know." I stated.

He nodded and he looked at me up and down, obviously checking me out. His eyes lingered at my mid section. I was used to guys checking me out and they mostly stared either at my chest or my butt. This guy was staring at my stomach. Weird.

I cleared my throat, getting a little irritated. "Wh-"

He cut me off, "Your arms..."

My eyes widened and I looked down at my rolled up sleeves which left my arms in full display.

I quickly rolled the sleeves down. "I'm getting late for class." I stated and walked towards the door. He slammed the door shut and stood between me and my freedom from the stuffy closet.

"Who hurt you?" he asked, sternly.

"I didn't say that somebody hurt me." I snapped. People should stop being so nosy.

"Then explain to me how you got those bruises because I sure as hell know for a fact that I didn't just imagine them on your arms." he glared.

"Why do you care?" I glared back.

"Cause someone should." he muttered.

"Fine. I fell down the stairs yesterday in my house. You know, my huge house." I lied and acted like a true bitch.

He narrowed his eyes at me, contemplating whether or not to believe me. He let it go and stepped away from the door.

I sighed and opened the door and walked out.

"Scarlett Summers. I'm not done with you just yet." he shouted before I shut the door leaving him behind.

I puffed out my hair and walked to my first class, burying the whole incident in the back of my head.

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The cafeteria was packed but people moved out of my way as I walked towards my table. The popular table. I had the usual resting bich face on, which scared the people to stay out of my way. It works.

I sat at my usual spot which was at the head of the table. All the popular girls and boys surrounded me. The girls were gossiping about the latest fashion trends and the guys were discussing sports. As for moi, I gave inputs on both the discussions. For the record, I'm track team captain so sports and I get along. Like I said earlier, I'm not an ordinary girl, but I'm also not an ordinary queen bee.

"Dude, Peters pulled out the most classic prank in the century. You should've seen Mr Jackson's face!" Brody exclaimed. He was a buff football player. I had a fling with him a long time ago. Actually I had a fling with each and every senior football player. They were all just flings. Relationships are not my cup of tea.