𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐓.
the red chair in the girls part of the locker room had become my new favorite place to talk shit about sawyer to his face.
bella walked in, smiling to herself.
"ugh, i am so done with katie. she knows what she did." newt said.
"i'm so done with cherry." sawyer said.
"bitch, fuck you." i started. "i hope your cow kicks you, and you fall into mud, and ruin clothes that already look like you had to dig them out of the bottom of the goodwill bin, and not in a cute thrifted way."
"why are your insults always so specific?" sawyer asked.
"i don't know, you're just so specifically annoying." i said, putting on a fresh coat of nail polish.
"what does that even mean?" he asked.
"we're playing against the stallions today, and we'll beat them for the fifth time in a row." troy said.
"all we gotta do is follow the sacred ritual that's guaranteed us victory any time." sawyer said.
"what's your ritual?" bella asked.
"we don't shower until the stallions are stopped!" troy said.
"i'm not doing that." i said, leaving the locker room.
"of course you're not." sawyer said.
after school, pepper, sophie and i were at bella's house, trying to convince her to shower, but ultimately, i was the one convinced.
i didn't show up to school for the next week, screaming everyday about not showering.
for proof, sawyer had even come to my fucking house.
he walked around, feeling obviously uncomfortable in the new environment.
"cherry? who's your friend?" my dad called from the living room.
i walked through the house, finally getting to the door.
it was sawyer.
"gross, he's not my friend." i said, slamming the door in his face.
"no, invite him in!" dad said, opening the door.
sawyer awkwardly walked inside, staring at the diamond chandelier and large statues.
"what do you want?" i asked.
"i came by to make sure you weren't showering." sawyer said.
"cute."
"you smell fine. have you been showering?"
"thank god. no, i haven't."
"your house is so giant."
"i know."
"i'm gonna go. the rest of the team is at the starcade. have fun at your stupid dance."
sitting on the counter where he had stood was a bulldog pin.
i picked it up off of the counter, staring at myself in the mirror above it.
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cherry stood in the corner, making sure charlotte wouldn't ask kyle, bella's crush, to dance.
but bella didn't show up, so she stayed at the dance alone.
charlotte requested a slow song, and the group interrupted her asking out kyle.
bella showed up, dirty, with weird frizzy hair, and her dress on.
if kyle couldn't accept her and the team, then he clearly wasn't right for her.
"what you said about the team was really great. and i wasn't gonna say you look horrible." kyle reassured. "i was gonna say you look.. like you're gonna win tomorrow."
"and that makes you the coolest girl here." kyle said, walking closer towards her.
the lights dimmed, and he smiled at her.
"night, bella." he smiled, leaving.
pepper, sophie, and i squealed.
troy and newt walked in, looking for bella to find out if she had showered or not.
"sawyer, the ritual is safe, abort the mission!" troy said.
sawyer threw the garbage bag he was holding away, and it hit charlotte.
he made his way over to the dance floor, glancing at cherry.
as usual, she looked expensive.
"how much money did that dress cost your dad?" sawyer mocked her.
"a couple hundred dollars." cherry shrugged.
sawyer scoffed.
of course, she still hadn't taken anything seriously. she was still a spoiled rich girl.
"good for you, cherry." sawyer said.
"at least i don't smell disgusting." cherry said, fixing her dress and adding another coat of lipgloss.
"do you wanna dance?" sawyer asked.
"with you? no." cherry scoffed.
"you know you want too." he said sarcastically.
as much as he didn't want to dance with her, he needed another person for his dance routine.
"whatever." cherry put in a piece of gum, and sprayed sawyer with her perfume.
"i'm not dancing with someone who smells bad." she said, taking his hand and going out to the floor.
"so.. is your boyfriend as rich as you?" sawyer mocked.
"jesus fucking christ. can you go like three seconds without insulting me and my money?" she asked.
"no, i can't."
"what boyfriend?"
"the one i'm assuming you have."
even thinking about the possibility cherry had a boyfriend, made sawyer want to vomit.
"i don't-" cherry began, but was cut off.
"look out." sawyer said quickly, but the bag of garbage was dumped on her.
"oh my god." she shrieked.
her red dress was covered in a variety of disgusting beige colors, and she didn't want to know what it was.
"i know you hate me, but did you really have to do all of this tonight?" cherry asked, her voice not as strong as usual.
"cherry, that was an accident." sawyer said quickly. "i don't like you, but-"
exactly the words cherry needed to hear.
"cherry? what's wrong with you?" a voice asked, coming to her aid quickly.
"ugh, of course it's you." some spoke, taking cherry's arm.
cherry stared at the ground in embarrassment.
sawyer had forgotten about the other trash bag.
the next day, the team met up at the starcade. the random boy from yesterday identified himself.
his name was mateo, and he went to a nearby school.
mateo had been invited to the restaurant by cherry.
mateo would send him occasional glares, and would wrap his arm around cherry.
sawyer scoffed.
he hated cherry, so why was mateo being so protective of her?
mateo was being weird and paranoid.
never in a million years would sawyer make a move on cherry.
she was just a spoiled rich girl who thought she was better than everyone.