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Smooth Criminal

thirty-four


Ever since I left Alex’s house a few days ago, I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that I was about to lose Alex. I know it seemed like such a ridiculous thing to worry about or even think about, but I couldn’t help it. With school almost being out and the guys leaving immediately the day after they graduate, I felt like I only had a short amount of time left with him before something happened, leading to an eventual breakup. And it’s not like I didn’t trust Alex, because I did. It’s just that we were so used to being with each other all of the time. Even my grounding was taking its toll on our relationship; there’s this awkward tension that hangs around us and we still see each other five out of the seven days a week. Imagine what a whole summer away would do to us. Not to mention, Lisa was beginning to appear everywhere I turned.
I couldn’t go down a single hallway at school without her being planted right in plain sight. It’s like she had this radar that told her I was within a mile radius of her and she needed to be near Alex and/or me at all times. I didn’t like it. Not in the slightest.
So today it was no surprise that she was standing a mere three feet away from my history class as I made my escape from the room when the bell rang. Much to my surprise, however, was my boyfriend standing in front of her, leaning closely towards her to hear her better over the clamoring students that were now flooding the hallway.
My breath hitched in my throat and my blood ran cold. There’s no way this was actually happening right now. I was not witnessing this.
If they were already standing in the hall, that means they skipped class. Together.
Lisa’s eyes drifted slightly in my direction and a devious smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she redirected her attention towards my boyfriend. I wanted to vomit as she reached a tender hand out towards him and started rubbing his arm. He made no effort to brush her off and I just about lost it. My stomach began to churn but I swallowed the bile fighting its way up my throat.
Fighting back tears, I stormed past the gross couple and fled to my locker, ignoring Alex’s desperate calls for my attention once he noticed my presence. Once I was at the metal locker Amanda had recently decorated with hearts and rainbows (an attempt to cheer me up since I had been in a grounding-induced funk), I quickly swapped out my books, knowing my time was scarce before my boyfriend caught up to me.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Alex pleaded, out of breath from practically sprinting down the hallway after me. I looked up at him with a passionate hatred burning in my eyes.
“Okay.”
I turned on my heels and began my walk towards my next class; it didn’t require much effort for Alex to keep up with me as my short legs hastily carried me in a storm of fuming anger.
“Stella, I swear to God, it wasn’t,” he kept trying. I kept walking. “She was just asking for an assignment.”
I stopped hot in my tracks and stared at him, trying to figure out where in his mind it made sense that I was supposed to believe that.
“Okay, first of all, neither of you had your book bags,” I shouted, motioning towards his back that was clearly lacking the key component to this story. “Second of all, you were in the hall when I got out of class. Meaning you weren’t in class. And neither was she. Admit it. You guys skipped class together.”
Alex stared at me in disbelief, his nose scrunching up and his eyes narrowing in on me.
“What? Didn’t think I was smart enough to put two and two together?” I rolled my eyes dramatically. “Almost all of my classes are senior classes, Alex. You’re taking your second year of eleventh grade English on top of barely skating by with your other mandatory senior classes. Not everyone is as dumb as you.”
Alex’s entire demeanor fell as I walked away, leaving him behind with the verbal assault I had just sprung on him.
Did I feel bad? Yes. Was that really necessary? Probably not. But I couldn’t think of any other way to hurt him the way he had just hurt me. He knew exactly how I felt about Lisa. He knew the reaction he’d get if he ever found out that I knew they were speaking again. So he really shouldn’t be surprised.
After what had happened in Texas, I’m really shocked he even had the balls to be seen in the same room as her, let alone be seen speaking to her. Letting her touch him.
My blood boiled as I recollected the way she was caressing his arm the way I’ve done so many times. My anger increased as I remembered that he didn’t even bother to stop her. He just let it happen. Hot tears fell down my face, making me unable to focus on the passage I was supposed to be reading about hydraulic acid. I buried my face in the spine of my book and cried silently in my desk in the back corner of the classroom.
As quickly as the tears came, the urge to vomit hit me once again. Not bothering to ask for permission, I sprung from my chair and sprinted as fast as my stubby legs would carry me to the nearest restroom. I didn’t have time to close the stall door behind before spewing pure bile and water into the porcelain bowl before me.
When I submerged from the stall a good fifteen minutes later, none other than Lisa Noel fucking Ruocco was waiting for me, her perfectly tiny frame leaning against the wall adjacent to the stall I was in with a knowing smirk placed on her stupid, evil face.
“My, my, my,” she started, her arms crossing themselves over her chest. I stared at her with exhausted, blank eyes. This is really what my life had come down to. It was like I was stuck in some awful movie where the protagonist just couldn’t catch a damn break no matter how hard they tried.
“Little Sargent Underwood, what do we have here?” Her fingernails tapped on her elbows as she began taking slow steps in my direction. I rolled my eyes at the old nick name I’d been given in elementary school with a sigh. “Having trouble keeping down today’s pizza?”
I cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Excuse you?”
Lisa’s face softened with mockingly sweet expression. “Oh, sweetie. Alex told me all about your little problem that you have. It’s okay, though. We can get through this. Together.” Her eyes widened dramatically with the pearliest and fakest smile anyone could possibly muster. Not even Rian and his blinding mouth could pull this off.
I would have given anything to punch her square in her perfect button nose at that moment in time. I wanted to rip out her eyelashes that she was batting so innocently at me. The fact that she had the nerve to bring up such a personal topic that was supposed to stay between my boyfriend and me completely baffled me. What baffled me even more was the fact that Alex thought that it was totally normal and okay to tell his psychotic exgirlfriend about my nonexistent health issues.
“Lisa,” I started calmly. “Stay out of it.”
“No really, Stells. It’s okay.” She jutted her bottom lip out in a glossy pout, giving my upper arm a slight squeeze.
Who the actual fuck does this bitch think she is?
Lisa looked down to dig through her purse, searching for something. I blinked as I tried to process everything that was happening. My jaw all but hit the bathroom floor as she pulled out a piece of gum and shoved it in my direction with another perky smile.
“Here you go, doll. Might wanna get used to keeping a pack of this stuff on ya if you’re gonna keep having these little dates with the John.” And just like a gust of wind, she was gone and I was left alone in the bathroom, completely confused out of my mind, grasping a piece of spearmint gum.
My mind was racing a million thoughts per second, trying to sort through everything that had happened today - specifically in the last few minutes. I could feel my cheeks flush with anger, yet again, as all signs pointed towards none other than Alex Gaskarth. How dare he? Not only was he speaking to Lisa after I asked him not to, but he was talking to her about me and how he honest to God thought that I had an eating disorder. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that he didn’t mean any harm, I just couldn’t make anything about this situation even remotely okay.
I flipped open my phone and texted Amanda to meet me by her car in five minutes with her cigarettes. Nothing on this planet could calm me down, but I might as well try the next best thing.

My trusted best friend appeared less than five minutes later by her car with a worried expression plastered on her face. I could only imagine I looked as shitty as I felt.
“Spill,” Amanda demanded as we sat down, leaning ourselves on the dirty tires of the white Accord.
I didn’t even know where to start. No one really even knew Alex had suspected that I had an eating disorder. I just wasn’t that open with our business. None the less, Amanda and I sat outside and chain smoked as I explained to her about how Alex was worried about me all the way through to today’s events with Lisa.
“What a bitch?!” Amanda screamed, smoke steaming from her nose as she spoke. “And he just casually told her all of this? Like they’re best friends or some sick bullshit?” I motioned for Amanda to quiet down before someone heard us, resulting in us being reported to the principal’s office. I’m sure that would go over so well with my father.
“What in the actual fuck is that boy thinking?”
I shrugged my shoulders, taking a long, menthol-flavored huff.
“Honestly I’m done with it all. If he wants to be with her, he can be with her. I’m so tired, Amanda. I’m always tired. I do not have the energy to compete against her for the attention I should already have.”
“I think,” she started, pausing briefly to light another cigarette. “I think that you need to talk to him. This is such bullshit. I’m fucking pissed.”
“I don’t even know how to have that conversation without absolutely losing my goddamn mind,” I admitted. “I already said some pretty nasty shit to him once already today. I don’t want to dig an even deeper hole.”
Amanda scoffed. “He clearly deserved it.”
I flicked my cigarette butt away into the parking lot and shoved my face in my hands.
“God, what do I do?” I exclaimed. “This is all so stupid. It’s stupid right? Like, am I just being insanely crazy and jealous or should he not even be talking to her?”
“Dude, it’s literally in the dating rule book that you do not contact any ex for any reason what-so-ever, especially if you’re in a fucking relationship.” Amanda narrowed her eyes in frustration. “He is the biggest fucking idiot. I’m going to murder him.”
I widened my eyes.
“No, no, no, no. You cannot say a single word to him until I talk to him about any of this.” Amanda gave me a stern look. “I’m serious, Amanda. Please.”
Amanda finally gave a sigh of defeat.
“Fine,” she huffed. “But I refuse to be nice to him. I absolutely refuse to.”
I nodded my head, understanding where she was coming from. I would do the same if it were Jack mistreating her. But it wasn’t because even Jack wasn’t that stupid.
“Alright, I’ve gotta go get a pass from the nurse and go grab my book bag,” I stated reluctantly. “Thanks for letting me invade your space with my shit show.”
Amanda pulled me in for a hug after we stood up.
“I’m always here, Stells. You know that.”
I nodded my head into her shoulder, taking in the affection after such an exhausting day.
“I love you,” I mumbled, her shoulder still in my face. She let out a small chuckle, releasing me from her grasp, thus freeing my face.
“I love you more. I’ll text Parker later to check up on you, okay? I’ll see you later.”
With a kiss on the cheek, Amanda disappeared back into the school, leaving me alone.

What the fuck was I going to do now?

Notes

It's so hard writing these characters as super mean humans. Especially Lisa. Like we all know she's a sweetheart but it just fits and it's so hard.
And Alex. Dear God, what are we gonna do about Alex... What's even going on right now? Why is he hanging out with Lisa? Why is Stella suddenly picking up the habit of smoking right now? WhAt Is GoInG oN?

As always, thanks for reading, commenting, subscribing, everything. Y'all mean so much to me. You don't even know.
-Kate

Comments

This was one of my absolute favorite stories. I am very curious to know if you are going to continue with this? Because I have to know what happens next.

BreaClift. BreaClift.
6/14/21

I want to know if there is going to be sequel to this story?

BreaClift. BreaClift.
3/26/19

I don't remember anything. I need to restart this. Damn, all I remember is loving this. Only more reason to read it all again.

Haha, keepin' it real. :) No worries, the only one that was kind of concerning was the Blink-180 because I think that's the first time I've ever seen that. XD But I figured it was a typo.
:)

Nanook Nanook
1/4/19

@Daydreamers her big reveal will be in the last chapter ;) hang tight.

katybear18 katybear18
1/4/19