(im sorry it's been two weeks. my dads gone now, idk, and my stepfamily makes me mad. life's fucked up. things are shitty. but here comes some plot twists and it might be confusing. yay. oh and i have a new username.)
S I M O N E
The school bell rings, causing me to grab my things and stuff them into my backpack. I haven't gotten any calmer since lunch. If anything I've let the anger build up even more. Hours soon hours of sitting in the same exact spot and listening to idiotic teachers trying to teach us things we already know. It's angering. The ticking of the clock just rings over and over inside my head. But the blaring bell, that's enough to get me rising out of my seat and heading out the door.
Ethan, Avalon, and Nakota are nowhere to be seen in the parking lot. Shocker. I swear, if I scolded any one of them, I'm sure they'd drop dead out of fright. I don't know why they were so quick to become friends with me. I suppose new kids are always trying to pick up the loners.
An endless swarm of students passed through the front doors. Each and every single one of them have every intention of going home, no matter which transportation.
My feet start heading in the direction of the buses before a certain boy catches my attention. One I've just been dying to see. After all, I could really get some anger out right now. In a mood like this I could do a lot of damage.
"Hey, Aaron." I walk towards his car, a sadistic smirk playing on my lips. His head jerks upward the moment he hears my voice. Immediately he stops moving. He drops his backpack in the car and shuts the door.
Almost all color drains from his face. It feels like I could almost just give him a little shove and he'd fall over backwards.
"S-Simone. Come back for more?" His voice is unsure, but his fists clench out of utter stupidity. Judging by his tone, he really didn't mean to use those words. His ego just seems to be getting in the way.
"Yeah, I'd love to hear your opinion on my family, Aaron." My arms quickly crossed over my chest as I stood in front of his car.
"I-I have no problem with them." He starts. Lies.
"Really? Because you seemed to have a lot to say earlier in the hallway." My own nails began to poke into my palm, even my knuckles were white. The teenage boy standing before me is the reason for my anger. It's not terribly hard to imagine stabbing him, or making him bleed out.
Stop it, Sim. I scolded myself. After all, people shouldn't have such violent thoughts like this. It's not natural. Violent thoughts shouldn't be this common.
He deserves it. Another voice talks over the other. This time it isn't my voice, it's much darker. The deep sound belongs to no one other than Kai. But he isn't here in this parking lot, he's six feet under in the closest cemetery. Even admitting that makes my heart break again, cracking a little at the remembrance of the freedom I once had.
Aaron gulps, staring past me to make sure there's witnesses. If only he knew I really didn't care about witnesses.
"How's the football team, Aaron?" I raise an eyebrow, enjoying how vulnerable he was. It was like watching a lion being caged. "Oh, that's right. You got kicked."
"You bitch." He hissed, his arms straightening at his sides.
"Its alright, you've always got college, am I right?" I snicker, "but you have been slacking..."
"How would you know? You were too busy ignoring humanity to come to any games. Or did Sheriff lock you up? It's too bad that your only friend was the deputy. I mean, we were so close." He drags out the words. Slowly I lose my grip on him. Slowly he starts to take control.
"Shut up." I croak, rushing out the words.
"Oh, yeah, can't forget your little druggies you've got here. Newcomers don't even know what psycho they hang out with. Did you ever wonder why they picked you up so quickly, Simone?" His smile says everything, I can almost read his expression.
"No." I take a step back, shaking my head.
"From the second they walked through those doors I had them under my wing. C'mon, Simone. You think I'd let a pretty little face like Avalon's get passed me?" He's lying. The moisture in my throat disappears, like I'm somehow choking. Because I should've known.
"Ethan..." I mutter, but it is more of a question. Aaron smirks, answering everything.
"They were just so clueless, him especially. It made it so easy." His grin just made me want to hit him in the face.
"What did you do?" I snarled.
"I just gave them a shove in your direction, is all." He flailed his arms outward, like he's begging for me to attack him.
Do it, the voice whispers. Immediately my hand flies to my head. Even if I try to stop the whisper, it doesn't work.
"Oh, and that's right. Your friend Mason. The sociopathic prick named Kai Parker? Does he ring a bell? This school might not be saying anything to you, but people talk. They question things. Like the marks you hide under make-up. The scar people saw in gym. How come you haven't fallen to pieces yet, Simone? That boy alone should've had anyone running. Sure, those stitches must've kept you in one piece but they don't deal with the emotions you pile up inside." He scolds, and I sense some emotion, like he once cared about what happened, or still does.
"Stop it." I look to my feet, set back a little.
"The marks on your neck sure aren't bruises," He chuckles evilly. "Did he force you?"
"I'm warning you." I say through clenched teeth. But he just continues. It's no use, I can't even speak in his presence. But this anger cant be cooped up in me for long.
"Did he make you scream?" Aaron laughs to himself, enjoying the power. He makes himself look taller, and it makes me want to shrink.
"He didn't force me into anything, Aaron." I frown.
"Oh, so he did do something. Tell me, was it love?" He bites his lip. "He said he loved you, and you said it back. And now that he's gone you feel like burning something else." Aaron predicts. "Your family wasn't enough?"
"You're dead." I choke out the words. Immediately I lunge for him, grabbing onto his shirt.
"What the hell?" He shoves me off of him, but it doesn't help.
My fist goes right to his nose, and the impact is followed by a cracking noise. I can just imagine the bone of his nose pushing back into the skull. But that isn't what happened, even though I so desperately wanted it to. Aaron falls back against the car, his hand shooting to his bloody nose.
The strength I gathered for that hit comes from an endless reserve, which is the beauty of fighting. It's not the strength that wins the fight, it's your will. Dad's words echo. Visions of us boxing in the backyard come to mind.
"You gonna kill me too?" Aaron spits.
"Yes."
The dark side takes over, and in that moment, I couldn't feel any braver. The voice completely took over. Images of Kai's icy blue eyes flash through my mind. The fear in Aaron's own eyes reminds me of them. It was the same fear he felt. Even if I try to hold onto that feeling I can't quite grasp it. But I can tell Aaron knows he pushed things too far.
"Simone, stop it." Arms lock around me, pulling me closer. My heart speeds up until it's hammering in my chest. Joy fills me, and it's like I'm in the field again with Kai. Kai. His arms hold me tightly, the compact feeling somewhat calm to me. I just want to turn around and look into his eyes. And that's just what I do.
But it's not him. Kai was never there. He's gone. Nick stands there with a straight face, holding me like someone's life depends on it.
Because it does.
The happiness I felt moments ago is long gone. The safe place I conjured up only kept me from killing Aaron, but I don't know how long I could've let my guard down. The images of Kai have been fading. It's like he's disappearing. His presence, his memory, everything. He provokes the anger, because knowing him is the only reason I'm in this mess. But that's not a bad thing.
"Shhhh," Nick murmurs. My arms grip his biceps as I try to pull away. He keeps tight hold. "Sim, I'm going to have to call this in." He says just as Aaron pulls himself to his feet. He's swearing, sending threats my way, but Nick ignores him.
"I know."
"It'll be brought up in court." He runs his hands through my hair to pull it away from my face.
"I know."
But the thing is, I don't care.
I get into the squad car that's parked behind me and I watch every single person that's crowded around us. I watch for their reactions, I watch their every move.
Three pairs eyes make contact with mine and I immediately know who they belong to. Ethan, Nakota, and Avalon. Inside their eyes holds fear, and it seems to get magnified the second I glare. But when I see the familiar set of blue eyes on Ethan, I feel betrayal. His eyes hold sadness, which isn't what I saw in Nakota and Avalon's. But I almost pity them, because god knows I wont be happy when I'm let out of jail. Because that's where I'm going. Jail.
Students glance at each other, thinking of the rumors they could make from this scene. Before I'm able to get in the car, I flip all of them off. "Have a wonderful graduation," I smirk.
And, for the first time, I was glad Nick decided to pick me up at school today.
Because who knows what could've happened if he didn't.