Unfortunate Friends 1: My Best Frenemy
Chapter 3
GEORGINA
I can’t believe that asshole got me detention on the first freaking day of school.
Once the class is done, I send Macy, the head cheerleader, a text to let her know I would be late to practice because of my stupid detention.
And of course, he’s already in the room when I get there.
If looks could kill, his stupid, perfectly styled black-haired head would have exploded with the hate I can feel pouring out of my eyes.
I still remember what he told me on my first day as I tried to talk to him. I couldn’t believe someone could be that nasty to the new girl.
Nobody was going to get to me like that again, so I decided I’d never let myself become bullied. I’d be the bully.
I’ve hated him ever since.
The worst thing is that everyone around me is obsessed with him. My friends all swoon whenever he is near, but I really don’t see what the attraction is.
He is tall and obviously well built due to all the football training, but a fit body doesn’t make up for the shitty personality.
The obnoxiously loud and sexist rap music he constantly has pumping out of his car speakers makes me hate him even more.
The fact that he is in all of my AP classes and is getting better marks than me in all my AP classes is a real sore point for me and just compounds all the other shitty things about him.
He narrows his eyes at me, so as I walk past his desk, I pretend to trip and hit his desk, pushing all his neatly laid-out notes onto the floor.
“You stupid twat!” he roars, leaping to his feet and trying to gather the loose sheets together.
“Oops! Clumsy little old me.” I giggle, making sure to walk over them, kick them out of his reach, and make my way to the back of the classroom.
“You’re such a fucking bitch,” AJ spits as he sits back down, clutching his mess of notes in his hands.
“And you’re such a fucking—”
The teacher taking detention chooses that moment to enter and glares at me. I clamp my mouth shut, feeling my cheeks burn.
After having the riot act read to us about our bad behavior and how our actions now will affect the rest of our lives blah blah blah, I pull out my homework from the day. May as well use my time productively.
The room is silent except for pages turning and pens scratching.
And then the asshole lets out a deep sigh.
I whip my head toward him, glaring. He’s just turning his head from the window to his book, and then he sees me from the corner of his eye.
When he turns to me, his eyes are full of condescension. “It’s your fucking fault I’m missing my first practice.”
“Me?” I hiss-whisper back. “I’m missing out on my practice. There are plenty of jocks on the team to replace you.”
He scoffs. “Your practice? You mean running around and clapping?”
“Which we do to support your fucking team!” I gasp.
“I couldn’t care less about—”
The teacher clears his throat and stares at us.
I sink back onto my seat, fuming.
I can’t believe that asshole looks down on the cheerleading team.
Or I guess he just likes them for the attention. To get laid.
And that’s exactly why I hate him.
ANDREW
This isn’t over.
She’s blaming me for detention, but she was the one egging me on in class, answering for everyone, for me, just to show off that she’s smart.
She’s just dying for attention.
Begging for it.
Well, if she wants it, she can have it.
After what seems like forever, the hour is up, and she quickly throws her bag over her shoulder. I do the same, but faster.
As soon as she goes to walk through the door, I wedge myself in the door frame next to her.
“What the fu…?” She looks up at me with that bitchy face of hers. “Move, you big oaf!”
“You know, Gina… I think I finally get why you want my attention so bad. If you want to get some action, you should just ask.”
She stares at me with narrowed eyes, and I go in for the kill.
“I mean, I wouldn’t,” I continue, “but there are plenty of guys who wouldn’t mind you if you were a little…out of it.”
And then something strange happens.
Gina freezes, horror-struck.
The blood drains from her face and her eyes—one blue and one green—almost turn to neon as the whites of her eyes turn pink.
She’s about to cry.
I’m lost. She’s always thrown sex-related insults at me and never batted an eye. I really don’t get what’s going on.
But then, she blinks, and just like that, the fire in her mismatched eyes returns. “I really didn’t think you could fall any lower, but here we are. Congrats, dickhead.”
She pushes me away from her, not by much—she’s tiny compared to me. She doesn’t spare me another glance and runs down the hallway, accompanied by the clicking of her heels.
I stare at her for a moment, baffled by what’s just happened.
But then I realize that I’m late to the first practice of the year, and I run toward the locker rooms to change.
***
As I run out on the field, I cast my eyes over to where the cheerleaders are stretching.
Gina and one of her many blonde zombies are talking, and Gina flips me the bird when she notices me watching.
I still don’t know what happened in detention, but she seems to be back to normal.
Her friend looks dreamily over toward me, her eyes looking me up and down. I run my hand through my unruly mop of black hair, winking at her.
My eyes drift back to Gina, who eases down into splits beside her. I’ve seen a crack in her bitchy exterior for the first time, and it’s confusing.
She’s always been nasty to me—to a lot of people in fact.
I asked her out when she first came to school, and she blew me off like I was the biggest pile of shit she’d ever seen. Like she had some kind of score to settle.
Ever since we’ve been trading insults like it’s a sport.
“AJ!” Drew puts his hand up for a high five. “Coach hasn’t shown up yet, so you’re good, man.”
I slap his hand and nod a greeting to PJ, who is sitting on the bench with his phone in his hand, probably still planning his first senior party.
I saunter over, put my helmet down next to him, and start stretching my legs out.
“Hey, you know my friend, Jake, from football camp?”
My boys nod.
“His folks are splitting, and he’s moving here with his dad and starting at our school next week. He’s a kick-ass running back. Much better than Tony.”
We all look over at our running back. He’s only five-five and skinny as fuck. He fumbles more balls from me than he’s ever caught. “No idea why Coach picked him.”
“Sounds like I need some help with coaching varsity now, huh?” Coach’s southern drawl sounds from behind me, and I swallow hard.
Coach hates being told when players are good. He prefers to make up his own mind. I slowly turn around to face him.
Coach Johnson is enormous, easily six feet seven, and pure muscle, topped with a blond crew cut and piercing blue eyes, and not in a dreamy way.
I mean, if he turns that stare on you, you feel it piercing all the way into your soul.
Nobody can bullshit Coach Johnson.
“Yeah, I think you do.” I clear my throat, trying not to sound like I’m shitting myself. “Especially if you want the varsity team to win some games this year.”
Coach’s eyebrow shoots up, and a smirk plays on his lips before he presses them into a thin line. He raises his voice to the rest of the team.
“You can all thank Mr. McGabe here for the ten laps around the field you are all going to do before we do warm-ups.”
Ugh.
First, detention because of Queen Bitch’s attention whoring, and now I’m the one blamed?
This is really the worst first day in the history of first days.
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