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Millie and her clique point at me and laugh. “Look at the little rat!” Says one, giggling over her cup.
“Put me down!”
“Alright,” says Tom, dropping me onto the kitchen floor. I feel French toast squish under my butt and groan, picking myself up and wiping my bottom.I really hope that doesn’t stain.
“Alright, Rachel, get going!” Says Seth while shooing at me. “It’s not going to clean itself.”
“Yeah, Rachel.” Millie saunters over me. “Get going.” She pours her drink on the front of my dress. I barely register what is happening. Only that my front is cold and I smell like beer. I stare down at my dress. Silence surrounds me.
“What the hell Mitzie,” I hear Seth. “Why did you do that?”
“I don’t know. I just felt like it.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have. Just-”He groans. “Justleave her alone. God!”
In front of me is a cloth. I look up and see Lucas handing it to me. A sob escapes me and I clamp my eyes close, biting back another.
“Oh, is she going to cry?” I hear a girl behind me say mockingly.
I grab the cloth and stalk back to my room, slamming my door and locking it behind me for what seems to be the tenth time today. I wipe my black dress, trying to get the beer out of it, but there’s no way I can salvage it for tonight. I sniff.I really liked this dress. It was cute and casual in a not trying kind of way. Perfect for dates, cafes, and long autumn walks.I sniff again.It’s not the end of the world.
I shrug out of my dress and lay it neatly on my makeshift desk, careful with it despite the fabric already soaked with beer. I grab a short floral patterned dress. It’s still cute and goes with my accessories, but still. I really, really wanted to wear the black dress. I run my hands over it, scowling when I hear laughter behind me.
“I bet she’s crying,” I hear Tom slur soon followed by Millie’s giggles.
“The dress is like a cheap knock off,” one of the girls cackles. “It wasn’t even that cute. You did her a favor Millie.”
I throw open the door. It knocks into the wall and I stalk outside ready to- ready to- I grab the mop still leaning against the wall and go for the television.
“Wait!” I hear Lucas, but I don’t care.
An eye for an eye- or whatever the saying is.
I stand beside the television, holding the mop by its dusty head while aiming the pole at the screen. I swing it back over my head.
“No!” I hear the boys shout together.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Lucas’s gaze filled with horror. I turn my head slowly, slightly reminded of a scene from the Exorcist. I feel my lips split into a grin while I stare back at boys, huddled together behind the couch.
“Please don’t,” says Lucas, putting his hands together.
“Not the TV,” says Seth, coming around the couch.
“Stop,” I say, taking a practice swing at the television, stopping right before I hit the screen.
“No!” Everyone shouts together.
“Why are you such a psycho bitch?” Asks Millie.
“What do you want?” Asks Hunter. “We’ll do anything. Just leave the TV out of this.”
I drop the mop and tap my chin thoughtfully. My eyes go to Seth sitting on his knees on the floor. “Everyone, go home.” I look around at the crowd of strangers.
They look at each other curiously, yet they don’t bother to move.
“Go. Home.” I annunciate each word with a tap of my mop on the ground.
Millie rolls her eyes and I fight the need to whack her in the face with my mop. “You’re not going to listen to her, are you Seth?”
