(22) Jealousy Isnt A Pretty Color On You.

"Shh. Be quiet." Ashton giggles up at me.

We're hiding under the stairs in the closet-ish-cupboard. It's good enough for one person to hide, but Ashton insisted that we both hide in here. I hug Ashton so that we fit in a bit better, but really, it's probably only me that's the uncomfortable one. I think I'm sitting on a bunch of nails...

"He'll never find us." I smile.

But that's more like a lie. I can hear his footsteps walking closer and closer.

"I wonder where they are..." He says, raising his voice so that we can hear. "Surely they're not in the CLOSET. They wouldn't be able to fit in there."

"How rude!" I whisper-yell, loud enough for Carter to hear.

Ashton starts to giggle and smile, so I place my hand over his mouth.

"Be quiet." I giggle.

"Oh yeah. They're definitely not in the closet." He says, sarcastically. Then I can hear his feet shuffling away.

Is he really that retarded to think we're not here? Idiot. I even said something from inside here.

"I heard that Cassie." He mutters, and I can imagine him raising his eyebrows.

"Our cover is blown!" I tell, and slam the closet door open and rush out of it. Bolting past Carter and hiding behind the couch. I take Ashton in my arms and hug him so that he hangs on.

Its hard though, when he's giggling like crazy.

I wonder where he is...

"Boo." A voice behinds us whisper.

"IS IT ANNABELLE?!" I scream and my head dives for under the pillow and I place it over my head and squeeze my eyes shut.

I swear that voice sounded exactly like her.

"Calm yourself Cassie." He chuckles, removing the pillow. My eyes are squeezed shut.

"No." I say stubbornly. I refuse to open my eyes.

"You're so dramatic." I feel Carter's arms pick me up and place me so that I'm actually sitting on the couch.

I hesitate to open my eyes, but I do it anyways.

God. He needs to not sound sound like Annabelle.

"I hate you." I scowl, pushing him playfully.

"Yeah. Sure."

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(Monday)

"Slut. She's the girl that stole Carter away from Alissa!"

"Oh my god, that whore!"

"She thinks she can just step on Alissa like that, huh?"

"Look at her face. Why would Carter pick her over Alissa! Alissa is waaaay hotter!"

Nasty people. They think I stole Carter away from Alissa?

"Well, well, well." A voice behind me says.

Oh that bitch.

I turn around to face her face. I'm not scared of her, or her slutty faced posse she calls her friends.

"Look who it is. Little Mrs. Backstabber. I thought you were my best friend, Cassie."

"Don't be so retarded. You know what happened, and you're the real backstabber here Alissa." I roll my eyes. I turn around and try to walk away but Tiffany and Amy are blocking my way from getting out. Her 'new' best friends.

"Scared much?" She asks. I turn around to face her again. What a bitch.

"What did I ever do to you Alissa? We used to be the best of friends." It was worth a shot. Maybe Alissa and I could work it out...

"You stole Carter away from me! And Jace! And Michael, Zane, Kyle! Every single boy is out to please you Cassie. And you know who that leaves me with? Stupid, ugly band geeks! Or the computer guys that play video games all the time!" She snarls.

Never mind!

"It's not my fault I'm the nicer person. It's not my fault that I'm not so freaking fake! Maybe if you were nicer...And didn't cake yourself in makeup, they would like you too!" I snap back.

"You are going to pay, you little whore!" She screams.

"Mkay. I'm the whore here...Right. Anyways, I'll be making my way-"

"Bitch!" She cuts me off. And before I know it, Alissa slaps me.

And then I punch her square in the face.

So much for that plastic surgery she probably did on her nose.

"Ow! You are going to pay you little brat! I'm going to be the one with Carter! Not you!" She yells.

She tackles me with all her might, and starts scratching me with her long ass nails.

And let me tell you, her scratches hurt like hell!

I try to go in for another punch but I can't because I feel a certain someone's hands on my arms and shoulders.

"Let me go Carter!" I snarl and try to slap his hand off.

But it's no use. At this point he's dragging me into the school and I can't do anything about it cause...well he's Carter!

"What the hell were you doing? You could've gotten hurt seriously hurt!" He snapped, a look of worry in his eyes.

Aww. He really does care about me. How sweet!

"Please, it was Alissa. All she did was leave scratches." I roll my eyes. "I got to get to class."

"Ok, fine. But promise me you won't get into trouble with her." He pleads, shaking his head.

"Fine. I promise..."

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"Detention Miss Davis! For being late!" I hear my teacher yell at me.

"But I just walked in the door and I'm only a minute late!" I complained.

"Well. You're still late. Go to detention." She snickers. I can hear Alissa, her favorite student, laughing at me at the back.

Bitch. How did she get here in time!

I think my teacher has a passion for hating me.

Aw shit. I haven't ever gotten detention before!

This is going to be on my personal record...and college! I'll never get into a college!

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I open the door to Mr. April's room. Apparently this is where detention is held.

Out of the corner of my eye I see 2 people in the classroom. A guy that looks like he's going to kill someone any minute, and Jace!

Thank goodness Jace, you always know when to save me!

I take a seat right next to him.

"Never been in detention before I'm guessing?" He smirks.

"Is it that obvious? It's my first time." I whisper, playing with my pinkie.

"Don't worry. It's honestly really fun. Better than any class I've ever had." He shrugs.

"Why?"

"Mr. April is never here. Something about his coffee break. So he just leaves us here to do nothing." He smiles.

"Oh."

Well that was unexpected.

"So, Carter told me you guys made up."

"Yeah. It was a little weird." I shrug. "But I'm happy."

"I saw you and Alissa outside. Did you get hurt?" He asks me.

"Nothing bad. Just scratches."

"So is that why you have a scrape on your hand? It's still bleeding." He chuckles.

God. This boy notices everything.

"I'm fine-"

"I have a band aid if you want to use it." He smiles.

"Who the heck keeps band aids around them at all times?" I question, laughing a little.

"Just give me your hand." He sighs, grinning. I give him my hand and he takes the bandaid out. He sticks it softly on my hand and I suddenly feel a little bit better now that the scrape is covered. "It has been an honor serving you, my lady."

"How chivalrous and kind." I laugh.

"Um. Why are you holding her hand?" I hear someone behind me say.

Carter.

"I was just putting a band aid on her because-"

"Get your hand off hers." He growls at him.

I roll my eyes at him. "He was just putting a band aid on me. Chill out."

"Yeah Carter. It was just a-"

"But he was obviously trying to flirt with you too!" He snaps, cutting Jace off.

Wait.

Is Carter.

No way.

Is he, JEALOUS!?

Haha, jealous? Again?

"I'm not jealous Cassie." He mumbles.

Oops. I might've said that out loud!...

"Jealousy isn't a pretty color on you." I smirk, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Shut up."

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