❝ Pretty girls don't know the things that I know ❞

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Going back to school after just being lazy the whole weekend with Fai in bed sucks balls. Fai tried to convince me to stay at his place, but I couldn't. I've already missed too much school already and I could be facing detention. Or they would be calling my parents. Who wouldn't show up, anyway.

And then I see Many the bitch and my day gets even worse. She gets in my way when I try to get to my locker. I look at her, cocking my head to the side. "Pardon, bitch. Trying to pass."

She snarls down at me. I saw her before, bullying a girl. Because she's that kind of lowlife. She's yet to get a piece of mind for that. One day, I'll just drag her through school by her hair and dump her in the trash outside – where she belongs.

"Then move," she says simply, making her clones behind her snicker.

I go up to her face. "I am not one of your brainless twats you could order around. Think again before speaking to me like that again."

She just chuckles, her tongue running over the roof of her mouth. She looks to the side with a self-observed look like she owns this school. And she does, in some kind of way. Because her daddy has money and she's not afraid to run her mouth. But me? I'm known as the weird one. Mostly quiet, but I'm not big on running my mouth. I'm big on action.

I also know I'm rubbing her in the wrong way because I'm with Fai. I saw her, looking at us when he dropped me at school. She's so fucking obsessed it's pathetic. "You think you can be brave just because of who you're dating? You poor little thing."

A slow, ruthless smile spreads on my face. "Oh, Fai? The one who fucks me every night, all night?" I see the fire in her eyes when I mention him. "I pity you, baby girl. I understand why Fai didn't want to put his dick in you. And he probably never will. You're so pathetic, you're not even good for that." I shrug. "You can have your money and your fucking bitchy attitude. At the end of the day, you're nothing but just a sad little girl, crying about the guy that doesn't want her."

I pretend to wipe a tear from under my eye, pouting. She surges forward, trying to hit me, but I push her back so hard that one of her clones has to step behind her back to stop her from falling on your ass. "Think again," I say spitefully. "And, by the way, bullying other people for no fuckin' reason is a big turn off for the boy you're masturbating to. Just so you know." I wink at her and just walk past her.

I've tried to stay out of her business and out of everyone's business. But I've never supported bullying and whenever I saw it, I tried to step in because no one is getting treated wrongly on my watch. Especially not by Mandy.

I don't think my day can get any better after spitting into Mandy's face. Not literally, of course, but I would love to get a chance to do that. I don't do well with people who try to get into my business. And everyone knows it because when I walk away from the queen of bitches herself, no one dares to say anything to me because they know I'd kick their asses. If I were someone else, they would all come to Queen B's rescue immediately. Not because they all love her – everyone hates her. They just have to pretend they love her so she doesn't turn against them and their life would be ruined.

What a start to the day!

I go to the class, putting my headphones on because I'm early and I don't want to be bothered. I pull out a book about disease processes, evidence-based clinical pharmacology and optimal drug regimes. It's something I borrowed for Harper and she pleaded me to give her a review so I'm even making some notes while reading the book.

I get a text from Fai two minutes before the classes start. Fai got me a phone I can use until I get a new one. The classroom has gotten pretty full now, but I don't take the headphones off because I don't want to hear the noise of other people talking.

I open the text from Fai, reading it twice to make sure I read it correctly the first time.

Could you not make scenes, especially with Mands?

Mands? Is he fucking kidding me?

So your little girlfriend already cried to you about it?

That bothers me. That bothers me a hell of a lot. If he's in contact with Mandy, or Mands, that's not okay. I didn't know they were keeping in touch.

He doesn't answer and that makes me fuming. This is exactly the reason I never did relationships with anyone. It's too complicated and too messy.

I look over to Mandy and she's smiling. I want to punch her so hard, it would send all her teeth out.

This day is probably the worst ever. I was sent to the principal where I was questioned about my absence. I felt like I was being questioned by the police, Jesus Christ.

And then, in PE, Mandy was trying her best to hit me with a volleyball ball in the head. She didn't succeed and I didn't give her the satisfaction to lose my mind. I know what she was trying to do and, looking back, I'm proud of myself for keeping my cool. I just kept smiling at her, giving her a boring look and taunting her if that's all she has to give.

Sad, really.

When I'm done with the classes, Fai is waiting outside. I kind of forgot he was picking me up and it's like a sucker punch to the stomach. I'm mad again. This day really sucks.

I walk towards him. He's leaning against the motorcycle, his sunglasses on, his phone in his hand. He looks hot as fuck. "I hope you're here for your Mrs Bitch because if you're waiting for me, you're waiting for nothing."

I can't see his look because his eyes are covered with shades, but I see he's frowning.

I keep walking past him.

"Are you fucking serious?"

I keep walking.

He grabs my arm and spins me around, his hand gripping me hard. "What's your problem now?"

"You. Obviously."

I slap his hand away and step back from him, crossing my arms. When he steps towards me, I stop him. "Touch me again and I'm making a scene."

He's full-on scowling now. "What's with the goddamn attitude, bee?"

I shrug. "I don't know why you're even here, bothering to talk to me. Go save your princess there." I nod my head towards where I know Many is standing. I don't even have to look. She's so obsessed she's in the same place every day, waiting to get just a glimpse of Fai. I can't imagine being that sad and pathetic.

"Wow, that was petty," Fai says with a shake of his head.

"I don't care."

"What's gotten into you? Seriously."

"How did you know so fast about what happened?"

I know the answer before he even says anything. Just by looking at his face, I know what he's going to say.

"She told me. So what?" He sounds bothered.

"I didn't know you two were friends." Maybe because she's friends with hardly anyone. You have to be really fucked up to be her friend, though.

"God, can you drop it? It's literally nothing. Are you really throwing a jealous fit right now? Over a goddamned text?"

I raise my eyebrows. "Give me Stefan's number, then. Let me become all buddy-buddy with him."

"How is that even the same thing? Stop acting so childish, Kadience." I feel like he's losing his patience with me.

I lift my head up higher, knowing that Mandy is watching us, probably rooting to just keep fighting.

"You know, I have a theory. You and Mandy - or Mands ..." I wink at him, wanting to gag when I say it, "You wanted to fuck her. Or still do. But she's this rich girl that runs her mouth and her daddy could cause problems for you if you did her dirty. How wrong am I?"

His lips curl up. "Completely. I'm not scared of no one's daddy, princess."

"You didn't deny you want to screw her."

"My fucking God, just shoot me," he mutters to himself, looking up at the sky. "Kadience, once and for all, if I wanted to fuck her – or anyone else – I would do it, rich daddies or not. I'm not fucking their dads, bee."

I look towards where Mandy was standing, but I don't find here there anymore. She probably got her show and left. She ruined my whole day today by just existing. I'm acting sad all of a sudden with this ugly attitude. Since when did I turn into a whining girl who's panting after a guy?

"Why are you even in contact with her?"

He clenches his jaw. "She texts me here and there."

"What the fuck for?"

Fai shrugs. "I truly don't give a shit, Kadie."

"You clearly did this morning," I mutter.

"Stop," he says, putting his hands on my cheeks, looking deep into my eyes. "I'm with you. Not her. I don't want her to cause problems for us."

"I despise the kind of person she is, Fai. if you're friends with those kinds of people ..." I shake my head.

"I'm not," he reassures me. "She's really not important."

I put my hands over his, step on tiptoes and kiss him. I like that Madame Bitch isn't standing there and watching us because I do this simply because I want to and not because I want her to see.

He keeps his forehead against mine, his eyes closing. "It's you and me against the world now, bee," he says quietly.

"Hey, can we watch a movie?" I ask Fai, mindlessly flicking through TV channels while laying on the bed while he's sitting at the chair by the window, drawing again, holding a pen in one hand and a cigarette in the next one.

His eyes flick to me and then the TV. "What do you want to watch?"

"Something romantic. The Notebook? Do you have it?"

He just stares at me, horrified. "Does it look like I watch it in my free time? No, I don't have it. If you wanna watch that, you're watching it alone." He makes a face.

I give him a charming smile. "Are you working on my tattoo?"

"Nope," he says.

"You know, you can go out and do whatever you normally do. I would hate to keep you from your obligations."

He puts his foot on his knee, arching an eyebrow at me. He inhales the cigarette and then slowly exhales the smoke out while watching me the whole time. I have to say that's hot as hell. "I would have to tie you to something and lock you in and you still wouldn't stay in here."

I huff. "I just love how much you trust me, baby."

He shrugs.

I give up on trying to find a movie to watch and take my own book of writings, which is a literal classic notebook instead of a fancy iPad Fai is using for his sketches.

I twirl my pen around, looking at Fai through narrowed eyes. "Can you take your shirt off?"

He snorts - actually snorts. "What the hell for?"

"For motivation."

He sighs, but he complies, taking his shirt off. I grin, whistling.

He just shakes his head. "The things I do," he mutters.

I actually know what kind of tattoo I want on him and where. "Hey, can I decide on the tattoo placement as well?" I ask him with a pen in my mouth.

He looks up, thinking about it. "You can suggest it, I guess."

"Cool," I say back.

I see a small grin on his face before I focus on my drawing.

"By the way, I got you a new phone. With the same number."

My head lifts immediately. "Did you really?" I still have to take care of replacing my ID and everything else since I had my wallet with me when they took me and I didn't get it back. Thank God I never carry any money in it.

Fai throws a box on the bed. "Thank you. I'll pay you back," I tell him, taking the phone out of the box.

"No need," Fai says dismissively.

"I will pay you back, Fai. Every goddamn cent," I say fiercely. He just lifts his shoulder, most likely not even hearing what I said. I let out a long breath. I hate being indebted to anyone. Although the job is kind of a joke right now because I had to take some time off. It wasn't safe to go to work.

I unlock the phone and see that Fai set some things up for me already. I have to take a double-take at my new background. "Your selfie? Really?"

"It's a good thing you like looking at me," he murmurs, so deeply focused on his drawing that I'm surprised he even heard me.

I grin, looking down. I see I have a few new texts from Harper.

Hey! Jon told me you got a new phone so I can text you again.

I have something important to tell you. Please call me ASAP.

I don't know if I should write this in the text, but Jon and I did it ...

My mouth falls open. "The hell you did!"

Fai shoots his head up to look at me, his forehead staying crunched together, but I'm already walking out of the room, dialling her number.

I guess that means Harper lost her V-card. And to Jon out of all people in the whole wide world ... 

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