I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.

6 - Keep It Too Yourself Please

           He’s scrolling through his messages, and though I’m sure he’s going this fast so I can’t see, I can glimpse the names. Lakeesha, Heather, Natalie, Janice, Phoebe…a whole shitload of girls. Sigh. Stupid bitches.

           He stops and taps it, and then turns his phone around to me. It’s a video, and though it’s crappy and the top of someone’s head is mainly taking up the screen, I can see that it’s a video of Flora charging me. I gasp.

          “Wh-What the fuck! Who took this!?” The video continues to show me dashing away as she chases me. Sebastian turns it around to watch it himself, then taps the screen and puts it back in his pocket.

            “I dunno. I just got a helluva lotta texts saying you were fighting Flora Harkin, and then this video. It doesn’t even the get the end of the fight. So what happened?” He crosses his arms and looks at me expectantly.

            All I can do is glare at him, because I’m so pissed off! For Pete’s Sake, I was already getting talked about enough because of stupid Sebastian, now this!! I straighten my glasses and say nothing. Sebastian frowns at me.

            “Well?” He says, and starts tapping his foot, which again reminds me of a woman. Only women tap their feet. Not men. Jeesh, girly-man. “People keep telling me you crushed her face into a locker but I seriously doubt that,” He said.

             I can feel my face heat in embarrassment and then Sebastian’s face blanks out, then he squints, then his entire face goes slack in shock. “You didn’t,” His disbelieving tone was almost insulting.

            My face reddened some more and I crossed my arms and glared at the floor. “No, I didn’t,” I admitted, then turned my glare back on his face. He looks more relaxed but he’s still kind of stunned.

            “Then what the hell happened?” He asked, his tone still kind of shocked.

             I frown even deeper and bite the inside of my cheek, debating. I stubbornly puff out my cheeks (don’t judge me) and then say sourly, “I…I tripped her,” Then my face turns beet red and I glare at the floor again. Because seriously, how embarrassing is it to admit that no, you didn’t totally kick someone’s ass, it was an accidental butt kicking!! For some reason I hadn’t even thought of how quickly this was going circulate throughout the school.

            “You…you tripped her?” Sebastian’s baffled tone of voice makes me look up again, and his face is just as confused as he sounds. “How in the fuck did you trip Flora Harkin?”

            I glare up at him, just too pissed to care. “It was an accident ok?”

            His whiskey-colored eyes about boggle out of his sockets. “Accident?!” He sputtered.

            I groan. “Yes, an accident, dumbass.” This is just stupid! I don’t have to explain this to him! I turn to try and march away from the doorway, but he grabs my arm and tugs me quickly and easily back in. His eyes are severe as he frowns down at me intensely.

            “Explain. Everything. Now.”

             I rolled my eyes but his grip on my arm just tightens and I jerk away. I fold my arms over my chest and give him a look that screams ‘pissed off’. After a minute of this staring contest I sigh, exasperated, and then finally speak.

             “I was just minding my own fucking business at my locker when she comes out of nowhere and starts bugging me! I asked her what she wanted and then she kept nagging me and then asked me if I wanted to fight. I called her some names which made her mad, and then I got a little worried because I was pretty sure she could totally pummel me to mush, so I start running away, but she kept god damned jumping at me! She’s fucking fast for someone with the mass of a cow! And then, when she came at me the last time I just jumped away trying to survive, but I hit one of her legs, and that made her trip…and she hit her head on the lockers…and it gave her a big bump and she got pissed…”