21. The drunk slut

                                    

                                          

I walked with Jess into school, she seemed angry but I wouldn't question it. "Jessica!" Chloe called down the hall. I rolled my eyes but smiled at her. I let them talk without interrupting. Chloe left us and we walked into our first classroom. There was an odd silence about the place and students crowded the back of the class. Me and jess pushed through the people and saw what they were looking at. My mouth dropped open and i stared at jessica, she didn't move. After a few seconds she took action.
                          
Pictures had been strung up on the wall. Calling Jessica a drunk slut. She removed the photos, storming out of the classroom with me following behind. "Jess wait, we need to talk to someone about this" I told her. She scoffed "Yeah like who? Just go back to Monty and Bryce. And whoever else on that fucking team you're protecting" she yelled back, leaving me awestruck. 
                          
I walked away, going to find my boyfriend and his friends. See how I didn't say OUR friends.
I found him looking through his locker. I faked a smile and ran up to him, jumping on his back. "Hey babe" I whispered to him. He stumbled and almost fell back. I jumped down, my arms finding their way around his sides and under his arms. I hugged him tightly. "Hey gorgeous. Did you get my text?" He asked, kissing my forehead. "No sorry i was with Jess" I replied, pulling away. He slammed his locker shut and huffed. His hand clinged to mine and we walked down the hall. The bell was going to go any minute.
                          
"Well my parents are away for the next week. So i was wondering if you wanna spend the week together at mine. Like a long sleepover" He explained, me taking a second to process it. "Well, uhm, yeah. Sure. Why not!" I said happily. He smiled, showing his teeth and hugged me straight away. He leaned down and kissed me, pushing me against the lockers. I heard the faint sound of the bell but I didn't care. "Mr De La Cruz, Miss Foley. Get to class, Now" I turned to see Mr Porter staring at us both. I laughed and gave Monty a quick peck before heading back into class.
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I walked out of class, crashing into someone and immediately wanting to die at that moment.
"Shoot, sorry Angie" The voice said sweetly, helping me up. I smiled and took their hand, looking up at who it was. "Scott, hey" I greeted. Me and Scott didn't talk as much but i knew he was nicer than the other boys. We walked into the lunch hall together, he opend the door for me as i walked through. As He lead me to a seat next to the other boys, i walked past Jessica, Alex and Clay Jensen. A guilty feeling rising in my stomach. I felt sick. 
                          
Me, Scott and Bryce were the only ones there at the moment. "So how's this going to go? Is she just going to talk about Hannah or you too?" I asked Bryce, taking a sip from my juice box. "She's only supposed to talk about Hannah but don't worry, we got it covered. And my family have offered my lawyer to you" He replied, digging into his Salad. "Really? Thank you" I said, side hugging him. He put his arm around me and smiled "you have nothing to worry about, except the fact that you almost Knocked the poor girl out cold" Bryce Joked. I laughed and pulled away, knowing that at least somebody had my back.
                          
"Dude Miss Warner is fucked up, the bitch kept me in that stupid class to talk about my grades. Im not dumb" Montgomery Scoffed as he sat down next to me. He side hugged me and kissed my forehead. I giggled a bit "well you're not the smartest babe" I told him, eating one of his fries. "Thats rude, and stay off my fries!" He smacked my hand and pulled his fries away. "We have an audience" I mumbled as i spotted Clay Jensen staring our way. We locked eyes for a second before i looked down at myself. 
                          
My bag was on my lap and i was staring down at the postcard i had been sent. "What's that?" Bryce asked and i quickly shoved it in my bag. "Nothing important, don't worry" I told him. He shrugged and went back to his conversation.
                          
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I was walking home, normally, when a familiar face came jogging up to me. "Whats up Clay?" I greeted with a smile.
"I need to ask you about Justin" He stated, and i stopped walking. "What about him?" I questioned, rolling my eyes. "Have you heard from him at all? Anything?" He asked me. I hesitated. "Why?" I held my bag straps and felt like i was starting to sweat.
                          
"Well, we're thinking of finding him and bringing him back" He told me. Part of me was excited but another part of me didn't even want to see him. "I uh, whos we?" I asked him another question, unsure of if i should tell him about the postcard. "Me and Tony" He confessed. I took a deep breath.
                          
"I got a postcard, yesterday. Im pretty sure it was him." I admitted, opening my bag and pulling out the piece of card. I looked it over for a second before handing it to Clay. "How do you know it was him?" Clay looked at it,reading the writing all over it. "He used to call me baby bear" I mumbled.
                          
"This is from the city, i know where this is" Clay said, nodding. "Keep it, if it helps you. Just tell him that he's an asshole and if hes not dead already then he will be when i see him" I scoffed, closing up my bag and walking off. "Thanks" Clay shouted towards me.
                          
I felt myself tear up a bit. My brother was still alive and they were going to try and find him. Not for me but for this stupid trial.
                          
Fuck everyone
Fuck justin
Fuck clay
Fuck hannah