School Me

Dainy

“You never call, unless someone died, did someone die? What happened? Is it that weird girl from the supermarket? I knew she was suicidal, I told you.”

His pause has my shackles on full alert.

“What the hell is wrong with you and death recently? No! Some new girl transferred from the disgusting Apple.” 

“So?” My confusion is evident in my voice. I've always been an open book. I’ve never perfected an ounce of the serious blank face most people in Liston Hills do. My gran said It's my nature to be filter-less. 

“What's up with you and Orniel?” The pit in my stomach sinks ten miles an hour when asked that question. 

Two days ago? That answer would've been simple. 

After last night? I don't know. In my drunken stupor I did something irreversible. 

I slept with Reagan Orniel. 

The correct thing to say is- I had drunk s*x for the first time with him. 

In other words, or ‘layman’s’ terms I was a virgin until last night.

I don't regret it. 

Some people would say that I was just another girl that Reagan conquered. 

One of many! 

But I would say that our drunken s*x was more than that. I had practically drooled and wiped my snot on his t-shirt for the past two years every time some a*s-hat decided to dump the blonde which is me, I'm the blonde. 

The reason for that was while I would do almost anything with a boy I never went all the way. Which is why I’d practically dated half of Liston Highs Private population and if I was honest with myself, a good section of Liston High Public too.

I am what majority would call the s**t of Liston High Private and I wear it with pride. Being head cheerleader, the football team relied on me to keep the bitches under control. And by doing that I had to have the reputation to match. So, what if they choose to believe that I f**k anything with three legs, as long as it gets them putty in my hands who the hell cares.

I am Dainy Hallow after all. The girls in school either fear me or want to be me. Unlike the rest of them including my brother, I don't need the fancy surname. I hold all the important titles, head cheerleader, A-grade student, and your worst nightmare if you ever dare to cross me. A fair warning- don't cross me.

I am also best friend to Victoria Stone and Sienna Bray. They don’t attend Liston High Private this year because Victoria aka Rae was forced to join her brother Jace in Liston Public. A year ago Jace Stone decided that he didn't want the stress that came with our Ivy League school any longer and just left. Mason Bray joined him and where he goes Sienna Bray follows, but recently Sienna hasn’t been in the picture, rumor has it that she was living in the other side of town. They are all still part of the most Elite in our Suburb, Liston Hills and the step siblings of Kylie Bray.

Kylie ruled the school from the first day she stepped foot on L.H Private. Even the male population cowered under her gaze. People lowered their heads and her best friend Dakota, who was rumored to be a science genius and princess of the Sin Riders MC made sure that they never forgot who was in charge. 

I was fortunate to see her good side. The one she kept reserved for her close friends and family.

"I'm not sure what's goin’ on between Reagan and I, but If he's already on the prowl that should answer your question."

The muttered "f**k" behind me doesn't improve my mood when I get off the phone any more than the phone call that just confirmed what I doubted. 

I’m just another notch in Reagan’s long line of nameless faces and forgetful bodies.

Standing up, I turn to face my brother who's unceremoniously rubbing his hair with a small white towel while attempting to button his dark wash jeans with his free hand.

"You got any of that hair wax you got from Milan, mines finished."

Shrugging, I smirk knowing how this is gonna play out, "You gonna loan me your jeep this weekend?"

“Hell-to-the-f**k-no.”

“Suit yourself.” I go down the steps and make my way through the yellow painted entrance hall, feigning disinterest. 

I'm not surprised when my brother follows me, “I gave you my jeep one time and we both know how that played out, choose something else.” 

Pausing mid-stride, I shrug, “Maybe it's time you got that hair cut mama’s always nagging about.” 

“Maybe you should stop being a brat and give me the damn wax.”

Spinning around I stare at my six foot tall brother’s freshly shaven square jaw. His green gaze daring me to continue, but I won't. 

We both know I'm going to give him the damn wax, I don't even use it but I want something first. 

“I need to see Rae, and Jace is gonna be there.” 

Laughing he rubs his toned abs with the wet towel, “You want me to distract Jace while you sneak into Victoria’s room.” 

Shrugging, I stare behind him at the double French door, “That too.”

“Fine, now can you give me the damn wax.” 

When I don't move to get it, he grinds out, “Please.” 

My smile is instant, dimples and all, “Gladly, there's a whole box of it in the pantry.”

His wet towel hits me in the face before he storms past me, “Why the f**k didn't you just tell me that the first time.” 

Smiling to myself, I throw the towel on the marble table behind me. My big brother never does anything without getting something out of it not even for me. And while I tend to bargain with smaller things or favours, most people don't have such luck.

My achievement is still evident on my face as I open the door. And just like that my reality is staring me smack in the face.

 I squeak, “Reagan.”