a flourish. Every single head turned my direction.
Mrs. Williams stood from her desk. "Riley, what the hell happened?"
I ignored her question and the fact that I looked bad enough to cause her to have a slip of the tongue. I marched right toward Blake, who stood.
He opened his mouth to say something and I smacked him across the face. His face turned with the slap and gasps spread across the room. Blake's eyes flared and his jaw clenched as he turned his face back to look me in the eye.
"Keep your pussies of the week away from me." I turned and left the room.
I thought my breaking point would be a little further down the line, but apparently not. I hid out in the bathroom, worrying about whether I was going to be suspended. Yet another thing that hadn't even been in the realm of possibility a week ago.
The bell rang, signaling the end of first period. I had cleaned myself up and besides the slight swell on my bottom lip and the fury in my eyes, I looked like myself again and not a deranged lunatic.
I checked my phone and had texts from not only Aiden and Ivy, but the entire lunch crew and a number I wasn't familiar with.
Unknown: Who did that to you?
Me: Who is this?
Unknown: Blake. Where are you? I convinced Mrs. Williams not to write you up.
I shoved my phone back in my bag and left the bathroom. Did he want recognition shouted from the rooftops? He knew damn well who did it to me.
I entered Psychology and sat down in my seat, pulling my notebook out and ignoring the stares and whispers that were being sent my way. Now I was going to be known as the crazy girl who smacked guys.
Hopefully no one got that on video.
The tension was just leaving my shoulders when Blake walked in and came to stand by my desk. "Outside."
I looked up at him and then at the teacher who was watching us like a hawk. Blake looked over at Mr. Bancroft and he gave Blake a nod.
"You're paying off the teachers now too? Unfuckingbelievable." I crossed my arms. "I'm not leaving this room. Go get fucked by your little bitches."
"Ms. Kline, need I remind you that you are in a classroom?" Mr. Bancroft didn't look up from his computer. "Sit down, Blake. She doesn't want to talk to you."
Blake slid into the seat in front of me, even though it wasn't his assigned spot.
The rest of the morning passed without much fanfare, but that didn't stop me from being on high alert. I gave up trying to hide and sat in the cafeteria with the only people who weren't giving me looks like I had ten heads.
Melissa and the other three girls who had cornered me in the bathroom were sitting at a table on the other side of the cafeteria away from the Tritons. It hadn't taken Blake long to figure out who had assaulted me in the bathroom. I should have been happy they hadn't sent them, but it didn't matter.
Their hatred toward me had extended to others now. I had a giant target on my back.
"Stop glaring at them." Aiden was picking at his food. "Maybe the principal or the police need to get involved. They did break into your house again."
I had taken pictures and videos of the sandstorm that looked like it had blown through the entire bottom floor of the house. They hadn't stepped foot upstairs from what I could tell.
"I think they did something to Mrs. Miller." I bit into a fry and inhaled sharply as the salt stung my busted lip. "And they’re paying the resource officers to ignore things. They’re probably paying the police chief."
Piper snorted. "You sound like a crazy person."
I dropped a fry and glared at her. "You try having three assholes making your life a living hell and literally have no adults paying any mind."
"You could go to social media or the news." Ivy pushed her tray away. "We could beat their asses."
I snorted. "What good is the media going to do? They won’t care about a kid being bullied.”
I did have the video where Jax practically admitted to breaking and entering, but I had listened to it twice and there was no way to edit it without it sounding manipulated.
I was on my own on this one. I just needed to be prepared for things to get ugly.
Chapter Fifteen
Morgan
We were assholes. I normally didn't