Trouble by P.L. Jenkins Page A

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                  “So La, what happened? You are awful cheery.” I hit her before going to get ready for school. I tell her everything and she was happy that Gage was able to help. She also told me they are indeed official. I’m happy that she’s found her true love.
                  We make it to school early for the first time ever. We are usually right on time or late. I hate being late, so early was just as good. I see Evan running towards me and thought this should be good.
                  “Hey La, I need to talk to you.” He glances at Ashley... “Alone?” I shake my head no.
                  “Fine. So I want to see if you want to go out again?” I laugh so hard I almost pee myself.
                  “Look, I am thrilled, but you are the one that fucked me over. I am not in the state of mind to have it done again….Ever. So go find another mark on your post and have fun.” I grab Ashley and walk off. He’s just mad, because I scared his little girl friend and he didn’t want to be a punk about it.  I glance at my phone and there was a text.
                  J: Where does that leave us?
                  Me: Friends. That is what we are. Can you handle that?
                  J: I think I can get by. I want you to truly know that I am here for you. I want to help and protect you.
                  Me: Thank you .
                  “J?” I nod as we head to our lockers. We glance at Shelia the other slut on campus, but she’s more of a nasty one.
                  “Hey La. I heard that you went to Mr. Jones BBQ party with Gage and Ashley. Also heard that you sat on the beach all day, because he didn’t want whores in his house.” Got to hand it to her she was good.
                  “Well Sha, that’s  funny, because I heard that you couldn’t attend the frat parties a couple weekends ago, because they said you were too high school and not hot enough. Also I didn’t go anywhere, but home. That would be because I was at funeral.” She laughs letting it roll off her shoulders.
                  “Yeah I heard. You went to your grandma’s funeral who didn’t like you either. Real smooth.” I look at Ashley and mouth sorry. I turn around to her and grabbed her blonde extensions and slam her face into her locker before getting on top of her bashing her head into the ground before I was yanked off by Coach Smith.
                  “What in the heck is going on here?” I look down to a hunched over Shelia having blood pour from her nose.
                  “Well coach she...” he interrupts me before I can finish.
                  “I swear Lannie if you say she ran into something than I am going to be pissed off.” I cross my arms over my chest. As the students all stare at me. There were a few teachers heading towards us including Ashley’s mom and Mr. Jones.
                  “Well Lannie lets hear it.” Ashley’s mom spoke.
                  “I can’t because Coach said not to say the dumb bitch ran into the locker.” Ashley tries not to laugh.
                  “And the ground? She just happened to bang her head?” Coach says annoyed at me. I put a smile on my face and nod.
                  “That is it Lannie. My office now.” Ashley’s mom spoke; I look up to see the wide eyes of Mr. Jones.
                  “No need I know the drill. I will be back in a week. Shelia, sorry, but next fucking time I see you ball up to me, you better have the damn balls to fight me.” I grab my purse and leave school as I hear my name being called by Ashley’s mom. I know I will get a lecture from my parents. This was not a good idea, but after the week I have had I don’t care. I make it home and go into the kitchen to drown my sorrows in liquor.  Hours