Perfect Disaster ~Original Story~

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Chapter 12

I just kinda gave up on chapter titles


I feel happy. So happy. Proud. It's an amazing feeling. I feel.. victorious. More victorious than I ever felt from bullying a kid and winning, more than I ever felt from scoring a winning touchdown and getting showered with glory (and cheerleaders.)

So this is why evil guys become good, I think. I mean, I never was evil, so to speak, but I wasn't exactly a model human being. I certainly wasn't the nicest. In any case, the fact that I made someone I care about happy, just sends happiness right through me too.

I find myself wondering if Megan or Chloe or Jake or anyone else has ever done something like this, made a real effort to show someone they care about them. Maybe it's not entirely their fault, maybe they just don't know how nice it is to be nice.

Finally, the bell rings, breaking into my thoughts. I stand up and watch Kaylee's brown hair swish by me and out the door. I hurry after her, and tap her shoulder. Luckily there's hardly anyone around. She turns and smiles.


"Hi. So.. how are you.. um.. coping?" I struggle for the right word.

Her eyes light up for a second, then her features crumple and tears start running down her cheeks. She slumps against the wall. "Just when I think I might be able to handle it.." she whispers. "It comes back again."

I stand for a second and watch her cry, wanting to do something but not knowing what or how. Finally I just kinda step forward and stroke her hair awkwardly.

"I'm really, really, sorry."

Then, so unexpectedly, she throws herself at me, linking her arms together behind my back, and just holds herself there, like a really tight hug. I'm trying to make sense of this, meanwhile losing air quickly because her grip is so tight. Then I realize. She just needs something to hold onto. And I'll make it be me.

"Hey, it's okay." I slowly pull her off, and she sniffles and uses her sleeve to wipe her tears off.

"I'm sorry, I just.. I don't know.."

"No, it's okay, really. You can squish me to death anytime you want." I wink at her.

"Was that suggestive?" She's somewhat back to herself now.

"If you want it to be."

She laughs, waves, and heads down the stairway. Then she turns back right before the corner.

"Thanks for.. understand and all that. I would just leave me alone to cry if I were you."

"Do you want me to leave you alone to cry?" I question.

"Does anyone want that?" She replies, a bit quickly.

"I wouldn't."

"Me either. So thanks, again."

This time she turns and heads down the stairs.

I head the other way, towards the vending machine.

On my way back, I hear voices coming from the girls' bathroom. I stop to listen.

"You're ugly."

"I know."

"You're a loser."

"I know."

"You don't deserve him."

"I know."

"You're never going to get him, you know. He's mine."

"I know."

Yes, that's Megan all right, and Kaylee. I'd march right in there and stop her, but it's the girls' bathroom, so all i can do is sit outside and listen. Or maybe.. I peek in the door. I see Megan's back, and Kaylee's face. She spots me right away. She raises her eyebrows.

"What are you looking at?" Megan jerks her head around.

I move out of the way or her view just in time.

When I'm sure she's turned back, I look back in.

"She doesn't control you." I mouth to Kaylee. This has become our way of communication, I guess - mouthing and hoping no one notices. She nods.

Megan resumes her insult attacks.

"No one wants you."

"So I heard."

"You're a little biitch."

"Hey, Megan, don't talk to yourself. People might think you're crazy."

This takes Megan a second, and when she finally gets it, she growls.

"You little.."

"Genius? Thanks." and with that, she walks out.

"THAT. WAS. AWESOME." I say to her.


"I knew you could do it."

"I guess I can, can't I?" She looks satisfied.


"Not without you, though." She looks up at me.

And this is where I - oh God - start blushing. Something's wrong with me.

"You okay?"

"What? Um, yeah. Want me to walk with you home? After all, I know where your house is now."

"Isn't that out of your way?"

"A bit, but I don't mind."

"Okay, sure."

And so we head for the doors.

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