Life Of A Bitch

7

Reason no. 3. Lancaster's expression said that he would get me suspended if I didn't clean his locker and so I cleaned it up. Still inappropriate.

Reason no. 4. I am on my period and I feel sad and guilty for everyone and everything. Perfect.

"I am on my period and I feel sad and guilty for everyone and everything." I say and try to pout as genuinely and sadly as possible. It works.

"Oh, darling!" Stephanie hugs me. I nod. Lana looks teary- my God, her acting is so natural. Anita still looks unconvinced but Isaac pulls her into a kiss so, no problem.

Stephanie pulls away and offers me a sandwich. I take it and nod my thanks. I don't feel like eating, speaking or doing anything. I hate everyone. Particularly myself. Especially myself. I am disgusting.

"I wanna go home." I whisper to Aiden.

"Sorry, I can't drop you, babe." He says and apologises. "Football practice."

Football practice or hooking up practice? You know what, Aiden? Bad guys are supposed to be good inside. However rough and tough and cold they might seem, they have a golden heart and care deeply about their girlfriends. I read that in almost every teen-fiction story. But you? I cannot even look at you, you're so pathetic.

"No that's okay," I say. "I can drive home. I still have my car."

I get up, side-hug Steph and walk out of there. I just want to lie in bed and sleep. I walk out of the school building and run towards the parking area. As soon as I get in my car, I call mom.

"Jen? In the middle of school? Is everything okay? Are you alright?"

Typical worrisome mothers. Sometimes touching, sometimes overwhelming, sometimes irritating.

"Yeah, I'm fine." My voice trembles. Oh, God, no. Not here, not in front of everyone. Mom hears the tremble and gives me a moment to compose myself. Good old mom. Knows what to do every time.

"I just need you to inform the school authorities that I got home. Give any reason that is convincing enough."

"Is every thing okay?"

"I think I am feeling a bit sick. So, got to go home. And yeah, pick up Alz on your way back home. I am taking the car." I end the call before she can say anything and drive out of the school gates.

And whose fault is this?

Not mine. Definitely not mine. It's all Callaghan's fault. Her fault, her fault, her fault! She should have acted according to her caste i.e. a nerd and not cross the line.

But now that I have nothing to lose...

No.

Now that Brandon hates me..

No, Jennifer.

I do a 180 and enter the school again, stopping when I reach the parking lot.

I call Stephanie. "Hey."

"Hey. You reached home?"

"No, not yet. Listen, does Callaghan have a car?"

I hear her asking Anita.

"Yes she does. But-"

"What's the car like?"

"Why-oh! You need our help?"

"No. Be quick and give the phone to Anita."

I can hear her smirking as she hands the phone to Anita. "Our old Jen is back!" She whispers.

Anita happily describes the car. A white Honda Civic, with a windshield sticker that says in curly girly handwriting, 'Stay Classy'. Yeah yeah. We'll see.

I spot the car, take a red spray paint out of the trunk and smile.

I have nothing to lose. Brandon hates me.

After my work is done, I stand back and admire the masterpiece.

The whole car was sprayed with large letters saying, 'You two-faced, lying slut!'. The car is more red than white now. I pat myself on the shoulder.

Bitches don't give up.