Alex Gaskarth Must Die

After the awkwardness of Anatomy, I had Study Hall in the library, also with Alex Gaskarth. Whoever designed my schedule must have had a dark sense of humor because I sure didn’t think it was funny.

I sat at my usual table in the corner where I pulled out a book. No one bothered me here. Until I watched a pair of long skinny legs approach me and sit down across from me. I looked up to see Alex Gaskarth with his signature beanie perched on his messy dirty blonde hair.

“What do you want?” I asked, closing my book.

“Wow, no need to be so hostile.” Alex smirked.

“Seriously. Don’t you have some STD’s to spread or something?” I asked.

“Wow, good one. But no. I wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier. I’m a jerk, I know,” he said, bowing his head.

“So how much did your friends pay you to come over here and say this?” I asked, peering over his head for their laughing faces.

“Nice try, they’re not here this period.” Alex replied.

“Look, it’s whatever. Don’t lose sleep over it,” I said.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” He smirked, then got up walking out the door, probably to cut class. Well, that was odd.

“So guess what,” I heard a girl say at the table across from me.

I glanced up from my book discretely and saw Ciara Lewis hanging out with her friends. Ciara was a vegan. She hung out with all the activists, who were all feminist tree-huggers. They leaned in to listen.

“What is it?” Her friend Amy asked.

“I have a date with Alex Gaskarth on Friday,” she whispered, giggling. Just then, I saw a pencil fly at Ciara’s head from the table full of cheerleaders and jocks.

“What the hell?” She asked.

“You have a date with Alex? I have a date with Alex!” One cheerleader, Bridget Lucas, cried.

“Alex Gaskarth?” Meredith Collins, an over-achiever, cried from another table.

They all got up and soon they were all fighting. Ciara grabbed Meredith by her J-Crew sweater and dragged her over to my table as if there were no one sitting there. Oh shit. Meredith slapped Ciara in the face as Bridget came up behind Meredith and yanked her ponytail.

“Fucking whore!” Meredith screamed.

“He’s mine!” Ciara yelled.

All three of them climbed up onto my table and Bridget took off her high heel and threw it, clipping Ciara in the face. Ciara screamed and tore at the front of Bridget’s tight shirt. Just then, the school librarian came in.

“Detention! All four of you!” She yelled and walked out.

Fantastic.

“I don’t know why you guys are beating each other up when you could be dumping Alex flat on his ass,” I spat, straightening my hair and my shirt and walking out.

Notes

Title Credit: We've Got a Big Mess On Our Hands

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