Episode 9 - Drama Queen

“That meant nothing to me. I’d forget it if I were you,”

Those were the words I woke up to the next day. No matter how much I tried, they won’t leave. Even though, I wanted it too.

I stood up angrily from my bed, stomping my feet to the bathroom. Breathing out puffs of air, I took my tooth brush and begun making annoyed paces, as I brushed my teeth.

Flashbacks of him suddenly appeared into my head again. Thus, I grunted out, staring at the bathroom mirror with so much fury, growing in me.

“Who do you think you are, Asher Gilbert?!” I asked to no one in particular.

“Treating me like a piece of trash after the sensual night we had...” I trailed out.

“Is that what it all meant to you, really?” I choked out, this time becoming so much sober. I didn’t even realize when my eyes became teary. Mum said I’ve always been so dramatic. Maybe this was what she did mean.

Sighing it off, I entered the shower, having a quick bath before putting on my uniform. I decided to go with the shorts today because they were comfier. Thus, I put it on, ignoring the fact that it was a little tight in between. I paired it with the white t-shirt. I left my hair in a messy bun, unsure of what to do with it.

If anything, I wasn’t a fashion freak.

“Not bad,” I said, sizing myself up in the dresser’s mirror. Just as I grabbed my backpack, which laid on the floor, I heard a rip sound. My eyes bolted in shock at what that might have been.

No, no, no, no.

I thought.

It shouldn’t just be.

I moved towards the mirror to check out my shorts, only to discover that it had been ripped in between.

“Darn it!” I exclaimed. I looked at the alarm clock. It read 7:48am. And, going to school on a normal day was a 20 mins drive. But that was with a car. I was going with my bicycle because of the argument I had with Cole yesterday.

So, no drive.

That meant I was certainly going to be late today. Being late meant another detention...

“Shit.”

Hastily, I went into my closet, rummaging the entire wardrobe, looking for something suitable to wear. The quickest thing my hand could grab was a skirt my grandma Felicia knitted for me.

I quickly put it on and trotted out of my room.

…

There was no one on the corridors when I got to school. I knew it meant only one thing— classes had started. There was a bonus in this. It meant no one was around to look at how horrible I appeared in the skirt. And, there was certainly no Whitney to mock me.

But there was also a problem.

“Ms. Davis, could you please explain the reason as to why you’re late?” A teacher’s voice boomed through the corridors.

Now, this was the problem I just talked about.

Slowly, I averted my head, turning it anti-clockwise. I was met with the face of Mrs. Graham, the same Musical teacher that put me in detention the last time.

Just my luck.

I thought.

She was just like she was every time. Her ginger hair was in a professional bun and her clothes were tight in all places. In spite of the fact that she was in her forties, she had a seductive appearance which made most single male teachers want to hit on her.

“Well, cat got your tongue?” she asked.

“N-No it’s just...” I trailed out, searching for what to say. I knew I had to figure something out. I didn’t even know when a full lie began to make out from my mouth.

“...I have had it so hard these days, ma’am. M-My parents lost a commercial bus and have to makeup for the payment because it didn’t have insurance…”

“They’ve been so busy. Now I have to come to school with my bicycle on that road with the dangers around. You won’t believe what I came across just yesterday, ma’am.” I muttered, directing that to her. She had a frightful look on her face.

“W-What did you come across?”

“A wolf. A big black wolf. Baring its fangs at me, so vicious looking and ruthless. It chased me all the way home, ma’am. That…” I trailed my words again.

“…Was a narrow escape.” I concluded, bringing out a handkerchief and faking some crocodile tears. Aroused in pity, she placed a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s okay, dear. Don’t cry, I understand you.” she told me. She immediately brought out a book and wrote something on a piece of paper.

“Here, have it,” she said. My hands took it, while I arched a brow at what exactly she had given me.

“That’s a pass to enter your class. Explain to the teacher on duty that it’s from me,” Mrs. Graham said. I nodded slowly, wiping off my eyes again.

At least some part of the lie was the truth. I just added some parts to make it meaningful. These were my thoughts as I headed for class.

…

I gave a thankful sigh as soon as classed were over. Getting though that much of embarrassment from the skirt grandma knitted for me was quite humiliating. The skirt was a white and blue piece, she had carefully made for me, as a child.

But this was different.

I was no longer a child anymore. You see? More reason it would certainly look awkward.

Thus, I still sat on my seat. This was because I didn’t want anyone calling me out or mocking me. Whitney didn’t offer History so I didn’t have to listen to her nagging. That got a certain part of me thankful.

Though, I knew it would be short-lived... Because this was only the start of today and I was going to see her at the end of the day.

Not to talk about Asher Gilbert.

My days!

What was I supposed to do now?

I asked myself, facepalming and resting on the class table.

“Hey Phoe,” someone called out to me. I knew there was only one person that called me that. So, even without looking up, I muttered stiffly,

“Go away,”

“We need to talk about yesterday.” he said. My head was still on the table. And I didn’t intend on raising it anytime soon.

“Nope, not interested. Go away,” I let out. My body was forcefully raised from the table. My eyes looked into his green ones.

“I know I was being much of a d*ck head yesterday—”

“Much? You were a d*ck head yesterday,” I gritted out annoyingly.

“Yeah, I know and I’m sorry for that, Phoe. In fact, I’m done being an asshole.” he let out.

“For real?” I asked him. He meant the world to me and I hated it whenever we fought.

“Yeah, for real.” he answered.

“So, where were we?” I let out excitedly.

“Karaoke, blah blah. You couldn’t get Asher Gilbert to attend. Let’s forget about that and instead think of big things.” he said happily.

Now this was why I liked being friends with him. He was eccentric and weird. In fact, we both were.

“Oh really, like?”

“How I’m going to get someone famous perform for us on that day. Here is another list I specially created,” he said. handing it over to me.

My face immediately turned into a shade of red at it, in shock.