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05th July 2020, 07.31pm

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HE STARED BACK AT ME, especially when I got up from the floor, with his piercing blue eyes. I was covered in sticky red pasta, which was also coated in fizzy sprite. Shit. I don't have many clothes and my favorite shirt just got ruined. Thankfully, my hair were in tact.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, before starting to walk past him and to the exit of the cafeteria. The whole cafeteria was quiet, pin drop silence. Everyone had their eyes on me, and the sticky substance on my shirt.

But before I could leave, the mysterious fucker grabbed my hand and stopped me. I turned around and growled at him.

"Aren't you going to say sorry?" He asked, gritting his teeth. He was wearing a white v neck, with a blue denim jackets and jeans. Good. His white shirt was ruined as well. Even though he could afford another hundred more.

"I didn't bump into you. You bumped into me," I ground out, anger radiating off me. I felt someone grab my hand and I turned around to see Kiwi and Mimi by my sides, glaring at the fucker.

"Princess, I think you've got it wrong. Who's going to clean this all up?" He said, gesturing to himself. I snorted, clearly he was stupid or dumb. I think both.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

"I don't give a shit."

And I walked away.

• • •

Thankfully Mimi had a spare white cropped hoodie in her locker, and my jeans were in perfect condition. The white and black trend was still going!

"That guy was a piece of shit," I said to Kiwi and Mimi, in the girls washroom. We had locked the main door to keep out Trice Bum and her two dimwits.

"Wait," I said, turning around to face them, "Who the fuck was he?"

"Cody Dawson," Mimi muttered.

"Who is Cody Dawson?" I asked. I never had even heard his name.

"Typical bad boy of our school," Mimi replied. Kiwi still had anger radiating off her.

I turned to Kiwi, flinching from the way she was glaring at the sink.

"Kiwi calm down," I said, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me, scanned me from top to bottom, before her lips twisted downwards into a frown.

"That asshole! Who the fucking shit does he think he is? He bumped into you! I saw it! And he was asking for a sorry! If I were you, Blaire Enza Mason, I would have punched his fucking face in," Kiwi screeched. Mimi cringed at the use of so many swear words.

I opened my mouth to speak, but someone beat me to it.

"Cody Dawson is someone we don't want to mess with. Leave this matter here, Ri."

Kiwi's head snapped so fast to Mimi, I was confused on how she didn't break her neck. I looked up at Mimi, to see her staring back at me.

Kiwi opened her mouth to speak, but Mimi cut her off.

"Cody Dawson is a drug dealer. I know Ri you're one as well but just, just stay away from him. This matter has to be dropped here. You didn't say sorry, he didn't either. I saw the janitor cleaning up the mess when we came here. See? All cleaned up, aka, it's finished. Drop the matter, and we don't have to see his face again."

But I had a feeling in my gut that this problem was far from dropped.

And my gut feeling was never wrong.

"Blaire Mason, please report to the principals office," the loudspeaker announced.

I groaned, knowing I was in deep shit.

• • •

I knocked on the principal's door; before strolling in after hearing a monotone 'come in.'

Our principal wasn't illogical, but he was Trice Bums dad.

The leather chair was turned around when I entered, it's back facing me. I sighed in annoyance, before shifting my weight to my other foot.

"You called for me, sir?" I asked, captain obvious in my tone. It wasn't polite, but it was respectful, in some what way.

"Oh, I did."

That voice.

That voice was a voice I'm very familiar with.

And as the chair turned, I was supposed to see my Principal sitting there, but it turned out to be someone that I could never think of.

Cody Dawson.

Leaning in the seat with a huge smirk on his lips.

I crossed my arms over my chest, before narrowing my eyes at him.

"Where is the Principal?" I asked, voice monotone.

He smirked, before pointing to the cupboard.

"Locked in the cupboard," He admits.

Shit.

Mimi was right. Cody Dawson is someone you shouldn't mess with.

"Why did you call me here?"

If eyes could kill, Cody Dawson would be six feet under.

He leaned against the desk, studying me. He had changed his clothes, wearing the same jeans from last night, with the neon yellow paint splatter on the front pocket, with a Ralph Lauren polo shirt. His hair was messed up completely, his eyes twinkling in amusement.

"Your the girl from last night."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

I didn't gasp, nor did I show shock. I learnt how to stop showing emotions from Kiwi's elder brother, Anthony Lynch. He taught us all how to stop showing our emotions to people who don't deserve them.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Accepting the statement meant piping his curiosity. Acting dumb makes him doubt his decisions.

"Princess, you know exactly what I'm talking about," he said, a smirk on his face.

He ran his eyes down my body, before coming up and meeting my eyes again.

"Tsk tsk, I don't think that type of short shirt is eligible for school, Mason," He teased, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Fuck off," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Feisty, I like it."

"I said, fuck. off."

"I pretty sure it's fuck me, Princess."

"Don't call me that."

"What? Princess?" He grinned like a ninny.

I gritted my teeth before nodding slightly.

"Too bad. I'm going to call you that," His grin grew wider.

My fists curled up in tight fists, my jaw ticking.

The fucker.

Five minutes till class ends. Stay calm. Only five minutes Blaire.

"So, janitors closet before last period? I think I can fit you in," he leaned further on the table, smirking like an idiot.

"I don't want to fuck you, you pervert!"

He winked at me, before going extremely serious.

"Why were you on the streets at 2am yesterday?"

I froze, not expecting something so blunt. Carefully, I thought through my words before speaking.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Drugs. Why did you smell of drugs yesterday at 2am?"

Was he bipolar or something?

"What is this, an interrogating room?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. He winked at me.

"Well a principals office is mostly used for interrogation." He deadpanned. Asshole.

"I'm out of here," I muttered, turning around and opening the door. But then I heard something.

"Drug dealing at 2am in the night for fun? My ass."

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Originally written: 2/4/19, 1.03am

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