happy never after

<p>"Logan, hey." A cheerleader stops me in the hallway after the first session."Thanks, I hear you took the blame for yesterday." I smile all worked up about how much of that story she had heard. Why can't pony just shut up? " I can lick it in the BT if you want."<br/>"What?" I exclaim not understanding her statement or hoping she didn't mean what I thought she did. She's too close to my neck, I stumble to stay on my feet. "What are you doing! Get off me!" She pulls back.<br/>"I thought you only accepted dirty thank yous. I was going to make sure you sure feel thanked." She chews awkwardly and twists a strand of hair.<br/>"What is a BT and... Who.. Who said I want that?" I feel disghusted just by the thought that a BT might be a buthtub and she could mean exactly what I'm thinking. She turns to her side in frustration and I spot Mason at the edge of a locker with the school bullies smiling at me. "Son of a..." I push the cheerleader to get off my collars which she was already holding and stomp towards Mason.<br/>"Thank you pretty face." A group of girls chuckle as I walk past them. Some are scrambling to hold my chest and I feel the urge to button up.<br/>"You are so hot." One squeals when I hold her hand to get it off my chest.<br/>"So sexy." Why is she holding her boobs? Girls are weird, daaang! How are there these many needy girls in this school?<br/>"What the hell?" I exclaim pushing off some of the guys to face Mason.<br/>"What hell?" He says unbothered and turns his back to join in on the stupid stories his new buddies were talking about.<br/>"What is this about, Charity?" I insist on the name, so angry now. What was he trying to prove?<br/>"Did you hear that? That right there is the bullshit I will no longer take from you my friend. Just because your father..." I cut his declaration short.<br/>"Don't f*** with me! I'm not your f***ing friend and call off that shit you are trying." I yell and he stops for a moment.<br/>"You listen to me rich punk! Those streets you live in don't know shit about us. You want us to curtsy when you walk just because your old man owns..." He won't stop talking and this time I fear he might say some very sensitive things.<br/>"Don't. Please." He looks at me and laughs. His face is angry. Not the Mason I know. What happened yesterday? I want to ask him but I immediately stop myself. He makes a puppy face and i am confused.<br/>"Why? You don't want them knowing why you are a little bitch? Just because he owns Pokeme?"He mocks. "No? Okay." He makes his way to the middle. "I will not tell anyone that your father owns the school, that is why you are here, because no school will accept you. Even his other schools threw you out right?" He says out loud. I didn't like him but now I'm beginning to hate his guts. I try to react but I'm all numb, mostly in disbelief.<br/>"Come on guys, let's leave him to waste away what we pay." He turns to face me and spits. He's too far to get to me but it throws me off the edge. I knew dad should not have brought him home. Now he is out here ruining my social life.<br/>"I think he dresses older than he is to please his daddy." I hear one whisper and they become loud by minute.<br/>"You think he should be in highschool?" Another says right as they walk past me.<br/>"No, he looks twenty for real." Some whisper in Swahili. I know it's Swahili because I've heard it a couple too many times I've even learnt abit, but I don't understand what they say. I scream loud and punch the adjacent locker, not stopping even when my wrist is full of blood and the dent keeps growing. Sweat is trickling down my forehead and neck and my jaws are tense. I feel hands on both sides but I cannot see clearly. I don't even recognize the voices asking me to calm down. I came to this school to escape and apparently that's over for me now. I was focusing my anger on the damn locker and they pulled me off it so my head is all over the place. I try to calm down and focus a little now that I needed to see where I was going and stop staggering.<br/>"I can walk." I snap and rid my hands of them. It was Rick and Blake and I know they were taking me to the boys changing room so I walk quicker and let them try to catch up.<br/>"Get the f*** out!" I scream at a junior I find at the sink. "You all get the f*** out!" I yell and punch the mirror. Running water off my head seemed like a better idea compared to watching shirtless boys rush off the door. I hear the door slam and don't even bother to look up.<br/>"He has no f***ng idea what he has done." I say still under water and when a soft hand rubs my temple under the running water, I jolt so fast I hear a fall followed by a cry and I turn to look. "What are you doing here?"<br/>"You won't start with sorry, you fell on the glass I shattered even when you were trying to help?" She mumbles holding her head with one arm and trying to rise with the other. "Ow." She winces in pain and I notice when she tries to pull a piece of glass that rested above her left hip. I wait for a second and when I can't stare at her wrinkle her face in pain anymore, I rush over to her and help her sit on the bench close to the lockers then remove the piece of glass as well as my white floral shirt which I place on the bleeding part.<br/>"Hold it there." She lets out a faint smile beneath her stiffled cries as she takes control and that gives me the okay to hurry and pick a 1st aid kit mounted on the wall. After I have dressed the wound, I sit beside her on a bench silently trying to take in the events of that day. I must have started the day with the wrong foot.<br/>"Rye." She says softly.<br/>"Nope, rye free. I prefer it rye free especially if it's after a fatty white meat meal, you know like with agave?" I look at her and she is confused. "Like tequila?" I try to clarify and she gets it so she lets out a muffled laugh.<br/>"No you fool. That is my name. Rye!" Her chuckles become louder.<br/>"Oh." I say in realization then join her to laugh until she winces and holds her left side.<br/>"What are you doing here? Where are Rick and Blake, they were with me." I search her face for answers and she wears a sad expression.<br/>"I asked them to let me speak to you... Because... I don't think Mason knew and I kinda told him." She chews on her tongue, waiting for my reaction. Honestly, I thought he already knew so it would not make any difference.<br/>"Why would you?" I question anyway.<br/>" I honestly thought he knew. He stays with you. How can he not know that?" She is uneasy and her tone keeps changing as she speaks. "He is not this person. Something must be wrong with him." That last statement gets me. She thinks he's good and something just happened that's why he switched?<br/>"Are you defending your boyfriend right now?" My anger starts to rise.<br/>"No I'm not. I'm sorry okay?... And about that.." She raises her voice to match mine.<br/>"Get out Raul." I don't know why I called her that. I don't want to hear her go on and on about how much of a good person Mason is.<br/>"If you would just listen! Mason is not..."<br/>"Get the f*** out!" I shove her injured side by the arm off the bench. She squeals and I let go.<br/>"Fine!" She straightens her clothes. "What is wrong with you? I don't even get why you so worked up about him owning the school. Don't call me Raul! What an idiot!" She slams the door behind her and it's all silent again. I sit back on the bench, my head between my hands facing down, trying to think. I do not want to meet what's beyond that door. That Raul gjrl can go to hell, I don't even feel a pinch of guilt for that. I convince myself.</p>