Somebody's Supposed to Fall In Love
Chapter Twenty: That's What You Get
Sometimes I wander about the whole purpose of high school. It’s existence has killed and ruined so many but it has continued to be glorified. When I was younger, everyone wanted to be a ‘high-schooler’; everyone wanted to be one of the big kids. Well, this shit is not what I was looking forward to. Not everyone’s experience is as bad as mine. These four years are the best of some people’s life! If I only I could say the same, ya’ know?
With a defeated sigh, I glanced at the clock. One hour to shower and get dressed and I’m on my way to the hell hole that pushed me off my own mental cliff.
‘Don’t think of it as a purgatory or you’re bound to have a terrible few months,’ Phe scolded as I
tore myself from my warm bed and placed my bare feet on the fuzzy carpet. I walked into my bathroom and stared at the ground. Miss. Riley had cleaned it up but the memory of my lip body dying on this ground will forever haunt me.
“I don’t think I can use this bathroom…” I sighed aloud.
‘Hey, its fine. Think of it as starting a new!’
I shook my head at the voice in my mind and grabbed my things, heading to the bathroom down the hall. After washing my hair and bathing, I headed back to my room and closed my door.
I threw on a simple solid colored sweater that showed a bit of my midriff and blue jeans. (Outfit Below) Just as I was about to tug on my boots there was a knock on the door. I waited to hear footsteps to walking towards the front door and rolled my eyes once I realized no one would
bother to get the door.
“I got it!” I shouted up the steps sarcastically.
I swung it open and there Vic stood, bundled up in a light winter coat and his hair molded around a black beanie.
“Morning,” I smiled, my annoyance disappearing in an instant.
“Good morning,” he grinned back. I moved out the way to allow him entrance and he happily walked in.
“Where’s Mike?” I asked over my shoulder as I headed back up the steps and towards my room with him close behind.
“He’s in the car playing on his phone- about to be some high score or something,” he informed, shaking his head.
I stomped my boots on and paused, “It’s cold out huh?”
“Uh- Yeah,” he said in a condescending tone. I huffed at his smirk and grabbed a matching beanie, pulling it onto my head. I glanced around my room for a jacket and spotted my black leather one. I threw it on and snatched up my black and white backpack.
“Okay I’m ready to-”
My face fell at the sight of him staring intently at the bathroom. I could see that evening playing back before his very eyes and I can’t say I wasn’t familiar with it. His eyes were so dead looking and his face had lost all the color the cold weather had drawn. I was much too unsure to call his name so I just stood there and allowed a long silence. There was a noticeable shake in his shoulders and my were downcast in a foreign kind of sadness. It was an odd mix of guilt for hurting him so terribly and strong self-loathing. I slowly walked up to him and stood at his side.
“There was so much blood…” he mumbled so softly I barely caught it.
I wrapped both my arms around his and stared at where I was sitting that dreadful day. The memory of the pounding headache the crying caused, the way my skin split at the drag of the blade and all the things that were said and done was borderline too much for me to recall all at once. There was a painful tug at my heart and I simply couldn’t peel my eyes away from the spot I attempted to take my life at.
“Yeah…” I whispered, “Yeah there was…”
Vic and I were heading to my locker, talking casually. We’d both calmed down from this morning’s reminiscence and were doing our best to keep ourselves distracted. Mike had headed to his locker with Jaime in tow. They apparently had to present a project together so they were off to rehearse. Vic gently nudged me and turned to my right, silently asking what he wanted.
He put his hands in his pockets and looked forward with a playful smile,“So I was thinking that maybe y-”
The sight of my locker a few feet away caught my roaming gaze I and noticed a bunch of colorful, small notes stuck on it. Without a moment to think, I cut off Vic by jogging to my locker. I froze right in front of it and began reading the scribbled handwriting of my peers.
“Freak.”
“Suicidal Idiot”
“Dumbass”
“Not Gonna Miss You”
“You’re such a joke”
“Tinsley’s hotter”
“How’s Hell?”
“Bitc-”
Before I could finish it was torn from my locker. One by one, Vic furiously tore the notes from my locker. Seeing him angry was one of the most terrifying things; His eyes were a furious storm, his lips were pursed, and his body was rigid.
Once the offending notes were nothing but shreds on the ground he turned around and gripped my shoulders.
“I don’t know which note you read and I don’t care. Don’t think for a second any of that is true and don’t take any of it to heart. You’re a beautiful person that’s too good for every single person that didn’t have the balls to say it to your face and put a fucked up note on a metal door.”
I stared at him and gripped my backpack strap tighter.
I pushed my body against his and embraced him. He slowly reciprocated the gesture and I squeezed my eyes shut. No matter what, he has done everything in his power to keep my own confidence high. I just hate that I feel more like a burden than a friend ninety percent of the time. I took in his fresh scent and gripped him a little tighter, committing the feeling of him pressed
against me to memory.
“Well isn’t that sweet?” A snarky voice called. I pulled myself away from Vic’s comforting touch and attempted distancing myself from him. He pulled me back towards him quickly but smoothly, his arm around my waist and standing tall under Tinley’s cold gaze.
“What do you want?” Vic asked aloofly. I was shocked at his tone. He was usually so gentle and careful; so respectful and warm. But here stood a completely different man. His usually lively brown eyes were steel and his posture was strong instead of conservative and slightly slouched. His confidence gave me re-assurance and I attempted to stand just as sturdy as him.
“I want her to pay,” she snapped with a stomp of her heel clad foot. I frowned in disappointment; you’d think after everything I’d said to her she’d at least consider changing her karma.
‘You can’t reach them all,’ Phe growled.
“I’m sure looking in the mirror will change your mind,” he called back with much more control than her. I flinched at his brutal comeback. He wasn’t lying though, she was pretty bruised up. Tinsley’s busted lip appeared to be in the middle of healing and her eye was slightly swollen and discolored. I genuinely felt bad for doing what I did to her.
“Tinsley,” I called, pulling her glowering gaze from Vic to me, “I’m so sorry.”
She scowled at me, “Save it you bitch.”
Vic tensed, “Watch it.”
“Oh please!- it’s not like you can do anything. I don’t have a problem with destroying you right in front of her.”
I immediately began to panic.
This is exactly what I feared!
“I am going to send both you and your skank hell where you will rot,” she seethed.
“Shut up,” I heard a monotone voice call. I instinctively turned in the direction of the voice.
Tony.
Tinsley’s eyes softened, “What..?”
“I said,” he began, hardening his eyes and boring into hers, “Shut up.”
“But they!..They…” she stood there, baffled.
“You expect me to just let you speak to my friends that way?” Tony replied coolly, drawing closer.
‘Bullshit. You’ve witnessed her bullying us before, bastard,’ Phe snarled.
“How can you be friends with the whore that beat me up and the freak, wanna-be superman?” she cried in a hushed tone.
Now face-to-face with his girlfriend, he frowned.
“How can I be dating the girl that constantly puts herself in the position to make enemies daily and doesn’t give a rat’s ass about anyone but herself,” he answered back.
“That’s not true! You know I love you!” she whispered, reaching for him.
He pushed her hand away, “Yeah, you love me so much you slept with the captain of the football team…twice.”
I’d hate to be on the receiving end of Tony’s anger. Unlike Vic, you heard everything in his tone- nothing was strained. If he was displeased, angry or disgusted you easily read it through the thick coat of anger that dripped from his words.
“How did you-”
“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupted harshly; “We’re over.”
Tinsley’s eyes were glazed with unshed tears and I could see the heart-break flooding her reddening cheeks. With her face in her hands, she stormed down the hallway, chocking on her sobs.
Tony turned to us, “Phoenix…How are you?”
I gently stepped away from Vic’s grip and stood in front of Tony. I hadn’t seen him since I was
admitted into the hospital that day and I didn’t know how to feel.
Should I hug him?
Should I smile?
Should I thank him?
He was a few inches taller so I looked up at him slightly. Our eyes connected and a shiver of rage raced through me. In one swift motion I pulled my hand back and put as much force into slapping him across the face as I could.
With a defeated sigh, I glanced at the clock. One hour to shower and get dressed and I’m on my way to the hell hole that pushed me off my own mental cliff.
‘Don’t think of it as a purgatory or you’re bound to have a terrible few months,’ Phe scolded as I
tore myself from my warm bed and placed my bare feet on the fuzzy carpet. I walked into my bathroom and stared at the ground. Miss. Riley had cleaned it up but the memory of my lip body dying on this ground will forever haunt me.
“I don’t think I can use this bathroom…” I sighed aloud.
‘Hey, its fine. Think of it as starting a new!’
I shook my head at the voice in my mind and grabbed my things, heading to the bathroom down the hall. After washing my hair and bathing, I headed back to my room and closed my door.
I threw on a simple solid colored sweater that showed a bit of my midriff and blue jeans. (Outfit Below) Just as I was about to tug on my boots there was a knock on the door. I waited to hear footsteps to walking towards the front door and rolled my eyes once I realized no one would
bother to get the door.
“I got it!” I shouted up the steps sarcastically.
I swung it open and there Vic stood, bundled up in a light winter coat and his hair molded around a black beanie.
“Morning,” I smiled, my annoyance disappearing in an instant.
“Good morning,” he grinned back. I moved out the way to allow him entrance and he happily walked in.
“Where’s Mike?” I asked over my shoulder as I headed back up the steps and towards my room with him close behind.
“He’s in the car playing on his phone- about to be some high score or something,” he informed, shaking his head.
I stomped my boots on and paused, “It’s cold out huh?”
“Uh- Yeah,” he said in a condescending tone. I huffed at his smirk and grabbed a matching beanie, pulling it onto my head. I glanced around my room for a jacket and spotted my black leather one. I threw it on and snatched up my black and white backpack.
“Okay I’m ready to-”
My face fell at the sight of him staring intently at the bathroom. I could see that evening playing back before his very eyes and I can’t say I wasn’t familiar with it. His eyes were so dead looking and his face had lost all the color the cold weather had drawn. I was much too unsure to call his name so I just stood there and allowed a long silence. There was a noticeable shake in his shoulders and my were downcast in a foreign kind of sadness. It was an odd mix of guilt for hurting him so terribly and strong self-loathing. I slowly walked up to him and stood at his side.
“There was so much blood…” he mumbled so softly I barely caught it.
I wrapped both my arms around his and stared at where I was sitting that dreadful day. The memory of the pounding headache the crying caused, the way my skin split at the drag of the blade and all the things that were said and done was borderline too much for me to recall all at once. There was a painful tug at my heart and I simply couldn’t peel my eyes away from the spot I attempted to take my life at.
“Yeah…” I whispered, “Yeah there was…”
Vic and I were heading to my locker, talking casually. We’d both calmed down from this morning’s reminiscence and were doing our best to keep ourselves distracted. Mike had headed to his locker with Jaime in tow. They apparently had to present a project together so they were off to rehearse. Vic gently nudged me and turned to my right, silently asking what he wanted.
He put his hands in his pockets and looked forward with a playful smile,“So I was thinking that maybe y-”
The sight of my locker a few feet away caught my roaming gaze I and noticed a bunch of colorful, small notes stuck on it. Without a moment to think, I cut off Vic by jogging to my locker. I froze right in front of it and began reading the scribbled handwriting of my peers.
“Freak.”
“Suicidal Idiot”
“Dumbass”
“Not Gonna Miss You”
“You’re such a joke”
“Tinsley’s hotter”
“How’s Hell?”
“Bitc-”
Before I could finish it was torn from my locker. One by one, Vic furiously tore the notes from my locker. Seeing him angry was one of the most terrifying things; His eyes were a furious storm, his lips were pursed, and his body was rigid.
Once the offending notes were nothing but shreds on the ground he turned around and gripped my shoulders.
“I don’t know which note you read and I don’t care. Don’t think for a second any of that is true and don’t take any of it to heart. You’re a beautiful person that’s too good for every single person that didn’t have the balls to say it to your face and put a fucked up note on a metal door.”
I stared at him and gripped my backpack strap tighter.
I pushed my body against his and embraced him. He slowly reciprocated the gesture and I squeezed my eyes shut. No matter what, he has done everything in his power to keep my own confidence high. I just hate that I feel more like a burden than a friend ninety percent of the time. I took in his fresh scent and gripped him a little tighter, committing the feeling of him pressed
against me to memory.
“Well isn’t that sweet?” A snarky voice called. I pulled myself away from Vic’s comforting touch and attempted distancing myself from him. He pulled me back towards him quickly but smoothly, his arm around my waist and standing tall under Tinley’s cold gaze.
“What do you want?” Vic asked aloofly. I was shocked at his tone. He was usually so gentle and careful; so respectful and warm. But here stood a completely different man. His usually lively brown eyes were steel and his posture was strong instead of conservative and slightly slouched. His confidence gave me re-assurance and I attempted to stand just as sturdy as him.
“I want her to pay,” she snapped with a stomp of her heel clad foot. I frowned in disappointment; you’d think after everything I’d said to her she’d at least consider changing her karma.
‘You can’t reach them all,’ Phe growled.
“I’m sure looking in the mirror will change your mind,” he called back with much more control than her. I flinched at his brutal comeback. He wasn’t lying though, she was pretty bruised up. Tinsley’s busted lip appeared to be in the middle of healing and her eye was slightly swollen and discolored. I genuinely felt bad for doing what I did to her.
“Tinsley,” I called, pulling her glowering gaze from Vic to me, “I’m so sorry.”
She scowled at me, “Save it you bitch.”
Vic tensed, “Watch it.”
“Oh please!- it’s not like you can do anything. I don’t have a problem with destroying you right in front of her.”
I immediately began to panic.
This is exactly what I feared!
“I am going to send both you and your skank hell where you will rot,” she seethed.
“Shut up,” I heard a monotone voice call. I instinctively turned in the direction of the voice.
Tony.
Tinsley’s eyes softened, “What..?”
“I said,” he began, hardening his eyes and boring into hers, “Shut up.”
“But they!..They…” she stood there, baffled.
“You expect me to just let you speak to my friends that way?” Tony replied coolly, drawing closer.
‘Bullshit. You’ve witnessed her bullying us before, bastard,’ Phe snarled.
“How can you be friends with the whore that beat me up and the freak, wanna-be superman?” she cried in a hushed tone.
Now face-to-face with his girlfriend, he frowned.
“How can I be dating the girl that constantly puts herself in the position to make enemies daily and doesn’t give a rat’s ass about anyone but herself,” he answered back.
“That’s not true! You know I love you!” she whispered, reaching for him.
He pushed her hand away, “Yeah, you love me so much you slept with the captain of the football team…twice.”
I’d hate to be on the receiving end of Tony’s anger. Unlike Vic, you heard everything in his tone- nothing was strained. If he was displeased, angry or disgusted you easily read it through the thick coat of anger that dripped from his words.
“How did you-”
“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupted harshly; “We’re over.”
Tinsley’s eyes were glazed with unshed tears and I could see the heart-break flooding her reddening cheeks. With her face in her hands, she stormed down the hallway, chocking on her sobs.
Tony turned to us, “Phoenix…How are you?”
I gently stepped away from Vic’s grip and stood in front of Tony. I hadn’t seen him since I was
admitted into the hospital that day and I didn’t know how to feel.
Should I hug him?
Should I smile?
Should I thank him?
He was a few inches taller so I looked up at him slightly. Our eyes connected and a shiver of rage raced through me. In one swift motion I pulled my hand back and put as much force into slapping him across the face as I could.
Notes
Phoenix's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/grapes/set?id=103837367*Spoiler Below* Read further once you finish reading le chapter
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