The Player

Brielle

6:53 AM

Sam and I made our ways to our lockers, trying to ignore what everyone was talking about. However, it only got worse as we continued, with people blatantly staring and pointing at us. When we passed a group of football players, they let out a group of loud whistles, slapping each other on the back in approval and laughing. Without looking back, I flipped them my middle finger, before continuing down the halls. When we finally reached our lockers, Sam turned towards me.

"I think I might know why people are acting weird," she said, biting her lip nervously. "Do you remember anything about that party two nights ago?"

I shook my head no. The only thing that I remembered from that night was drinking way too much punch, and me and Christopher screaming at each other in his car. Everything else was just one big blur.

"Well," she dragged on, trying to stall. "You may or may not have danced on top of Christopher's dining room table before attempting to give a strip tease to the entire school."

My face turned ashen as my jaw dropped in disbelief. "You're joking, right?"

She shook her head remorsefully, looking at me with sympathetic eyes. "Sorry."

I banged my head on my locker, just wanting the day to be over. I groaned in agony, wishing that I was on my bed and eating while watching Gossip Girl.

"This day can't get any worse."

Just then, Melanie Stuart came strutting down the hall, her eyes locked on me. I flinched involuntarily, already anticipating her wrath. Melanie had only looked at me once before, and afterwards I stayed home from school for two days, crying and eating my feelings on my couch. To this day, I still shudder when I eat a Krispy Kreme donut.

She finally stopped in front of me. "Hey Brielle!" she said excitedly, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"Hey...?" I questioned, confused on why she was being nice to me. Either we had a serious kumbaya moment at Christopher's party, or she was up to something.

"Well," she gushed, a wide smile on her face. "I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am about what happened to your outfit."

"What happened t-"

Before I could finish, Melanie reached into her bag, pulled out a purple Gatorade, and poured the cold liquid on top of my head. The hallway became silent as I stood, frozen, in shock. Melanie and her friends cackled as they high-fived each other, apparently content with their work.

My T-shirt was soaked, now revealing my red bra underneath. The stickiness of the drink began to set in as my fingers stuck together. Now I was seriously confused. What did me dancing on a table have to do with Melanie?

"What was that for?" I yelled, now snapped out of trance.

She stared at me with dark eyes, her previous nice-girl act nowhere to be found. "Did you really think that I wouldn't know that you left the party with Christopher?"

whispering about me because they thought that I had slept with Christopher, not because I was dancing on

innocence act, Christopher already confessed that you slept together. He felt so guilty that he

What?

knew that I didn't remember much from that night, but I could vividly recall Christopher dropping me off at my house after our argument in

trying everything in my power to not be on Melanie's bad side. "I

my soaked body up and down before flipping her hair and

spun on their heels before walking back down the hallway. Sam turned towards me,

don't judge, but why didn't you

did you know that I would tell

"Good, because I hate secrets,

when Sam hid her boyfriend that I didn't approve of from me. She ended up with two eyebrow piercings and a terrible tattoo infection. After the amount of ointment that I had to apply on

it wasn't true, why did Christopher lie

for all of this. Determination filled my face. "I'm going to find

focused on finding Christopher. No longer caring about what people thought of me, I made sure to tell the first person I saw whispering about me where exactly they could shove it. I smiled, the look of shock on

football players. They began hooting and whistling, clapping Christopher on the back for a job well done. It wasn't until I looked down and saw that my

I snapped, annoyed with their constant cat-calling. "Is that all that you dogs are trained

one of them shouted. "You can train me to do whatever you

eyes. Nothing seemed

told them to go that I could final speak my

we slept together?" I cried, throwing my hands up in the air. "She poured a drink over

face. "But if

I was so angry that I could barely

got quiet, darting his eyes across the hallway

have a reputation to up hold," he whispered, hoping that no one would hear. "Don't take it personally." My face grew hot, rage building

How dare he!

was looking for. "Don't worry," I said sweetly, trying my hardest

out from my backpack and poured the icy liquid

feel too nice, does

sweatshirt, before making my walking into

you really throw water over Christopher's head?" she asked, her

you been watching reality TV?" I questioned. "Because we agreed that you would stop after you pretended to be a real housewife of Beverly hills for two weeks." During that phase, she insisted on wearing sunglasses inside and only drank

case I married rich!" she cried. "And no,