﹙I DON'T SMOKE ★﹚

I WALKED DOWN THE HALL!

i'd seen maddy's outfit, and instantly knew something was wrong.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" i questioned.

"nothing, bitch." maddy shrugged.

"are you okay?" kat asked.

"yeah, i just have my period." maddy said.

"oh. that sucks." i said.

maddy was wearing a hoodie, a turtleneck, and sunglasses.

like a celebrity trying to be hidden.

"okay. see you." kat said, and walked into her class.

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"cherry garcia, please report to the principals office." the loudspeaker called out.

"ooh." a classmate spoke.

"shut up." i waved it off.

awkwardly, i left the glass.

the hallways were completely empty.

i opened the door to the principals office.

"hi, cherry. please, sit down." he motioned to the chair.

i shut the door, and took a seat. "hi."

"i don't know if you know, but madeline perez passed out in class today. she was escorted out by paramedics." the principal began.

"holy fucking shit. is she okay? is she in the hospital?" i panicked.

"she's okay. i just wanna know if some rumors i've been hearing about it are true?"

"like what?"

"the night before the carnival, madeline is suspected to have been abused by nate jacobs."

"what happened?"

"some students are saying she had gotten into an argument with him, and he dragged her away. was it about his mother, or something else?"

"uhm, duh. she called his mom a cunt. because she is."

"so, do you think that could've angered mr. jacobs enough to put his hands on her?"

"i don't know. maybe. he's fucking insane, so."

"okay. that's all i needed to hear."

i stood up to leave.

"also.. you've been missing some school. you've always been a straight a student, but your grades are lowering. why? do you want to speak to the counselor?" the principal offered.

"no. i'm just busy. i think i'm gonna do homeschooling." i lied, and left the room.

i immediately walked over to cassie and lexi.

"nate tried to kill maddie." lexi said, before realizing i was there.

"what?" cassie and i said, at the same time.

"you can't tell anyone." lexi looked at me.

"obviously." i nodded.

"she found all that gay porn on his phone." lexi continued.

"how the fuck do you know this?" i questioned.

"who told you that?" cassie asked.

"you did." lexi reminded.

"oh my god, bitch." i looked at cassie.

"don't ever repeat that, because it's not true." cassie defended.

i quickly walked away, deciding to just walk out.

i needed to visit maddy, anyways. if they'd let me.

at the same time, nate was being walked out by the police.

"you fucked nate's dad." rue whispered.

"you-" i began, wide eyed.

"rue!" jules slapped the girls arm. "please don't tell anyone."

"obviously." i agreed. "but holy shit."

"seriously, this is some go to your grave shit."

"obviously, but this is way too much for me."

i keep getting distracted. i'm gonna go home. i hate going to school.

i sent fez a message, asking him to pick me up.

he replied with a thumbs up emoji.

i sat outside on a bench in front of the school, aimlessly scrolling through my phone until i heard a car pull up.

"hurry the fuck up." ashtray spoke.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" i asked.

"hurry the fuck up, i'm not gonna say it again. i'm gonna leave you if you don't get in this fucking car." ashtray looked forward.

i opened the door to the passenger seat, my eyes widening.

"holy fucking shit. god damn. what's wrong with you? what's up your ass?" i slammed the door. "why are you here?"

"i'm not doing this outta the kindness of my heart or some bullshit you'd say. fez can't come so he sent me instead." ashtray explained.

"you're not even old enough to be driving."

"neither are you, but how many times have you driven your friends home?"

i rolled my eyes, and scrolled through instagram to distract myself from the fact i had to sit next to ashtray.

what if i just take the wheel and drive us off a cliff?

"did you know they only 5% of the ocean is discovered?" i read out the post.

"i don't care." ashtray said, staring directly at the road.

"guess what happened today?"

"no thanks."

"okay, so, i was mostly minding my own business when-"

"-when you realized that i don't fucking care."

"you are such an asshole."

"says you."

"i'm only rude because you're rude!"

"i'm only rude because you're so fucking annoying."

"whatever."

"maybe that's a good thing. you'd never get kidnapped, because no one would fucking want you."

"you'd want me, huh?"

"i don't want you!"

"you want me."

"says who,"

"the people in my head."

"you're fucking insane."

a boy walked past the car; one of my friends crushes.

i snapped a picture of him, and sent it to her.

"new week, new guy?" ashtray questioned.

"yeah, i'm bored of you." i replied.

he rolled his eyes.

"i want mateo so bad." i huffed, staring at his instagram post.

ashtray glanced over at my phone.

"he's so fucking average. i don't know what you see in him." ashtray rolled his eyes.

"he's hot. look at him!" i shoved my phone in his face.

"i'm driving." he said, taking the phone from me and shoving it into his pocket.

it begin to ring.

the stoplight turned red.

ashtray pulled the phone out of his pocket, and scanned it. "oh, he's calling you."

he quickly declined the call, and shoved it back into his pocket.

he continued driving.

"asshole." i huffed, reaching over.

he grabbed my wrist.

"don't touch me." i said, and leaned back into my seat.

i spotted a large mcdonalds building in the distance, and perked up.

"can we get mcdonald's?" i questioned.

"i'm not paying." ashtray said, about to drive past.

"no shit, broke ass. i have money."

"you know i'm not broke."

"then by me mcdonald's."

"no."

"please!"

"no."

"can we please get mcdonald's?"

"nope."

i grabbed onto the steering wheel, yanking it and pulling them into the mcdonald's parking lot.

"you're so stupid." ashtray shoved me back into my seat.

i opened the car door, while the car was still moving.

"you're gonna fall. i'm gonna leave you here!" ashtray threatened.

i ignored him, and he stopped the car.

i stepped out.

ashtray rolled his eyes, parked the car, and followed me out.

why did he always have to follow em everywhere?

because fez would kill him if he left me anywhere.

i shoved the door open, walking into the mcdonald's and approaching the cashier.

the younger cashier grinned at me.

i recited her my order, and ashtray added a bunch of things to it for himself.

"okay. that'll be 31.42." the cashier read out.

i handed him the cash, and glared at ashtray, who just smirked.

"i hate you." i spoke, about to walk to a table.

"can i get your number?" the cashier called out.

"no." ashtray said, and dragged me along.

i took a seat, and looked out the window. nate's car drove past, blaring some random song.

"ew. i fucking hate him." i cringed.

"he's annoying." ashtray agreed.

"i hate him more than i hate you."

"that's crazy, me too. actually, no. i hate you more than i hate him."

"i'm glad i'm your number one."

"i hate you. i know you know damn well that's not what i meant."

"you love me. i knew it. you want me so bad."

"i want you.. to die."

"i knew you loved me."