Page 42 of Greased

History goes relatively the same as Maths; a teacher that makes me wish I could be sticking pins in my eyes then listen to him droning on about some wrinkly old bloke that died a million years ago and did something of mild significance to my life. While each of us is completely uninterested in a single word he is saying, I’m surprised tosee everyone is at least being respectful of the guy. I spend the lesson doodling in my book, revenge on my mind. That inner cunt I keep tucked away making an appearance. She fits in right beside Betty, my drunk alter ego.

I slowly come up with a plan on just how much I can fuck with Pike, Nicky, Sonny and Dacre. The latter makes it hard to stick to my guns but, for the thousandth time today, I push it down.

My thoughts sway to Dawson for a moment, but it's clear he wants nothing at all to do with me. The feeling is mutual though, it doesn’t hurt any less. If anything, it tastes bitter.

Just by how willing and interested Wyatt is in me and further, just how much the guys hate the way I flirt with him and in turn, him me, using him to my advantage just might work. While I feel a slight bit of remorse for using the poor guy, it doesn’t stop me from running with the idea. He’s a big boy, he will be fine.

The bell eventually rings and I shake myself out of my revenge fuelled day dream. I slowly pack my things away, the teacher is up the front going on about some test, or assignment or something. I don’t know to be honest. I checked out a good five minutes into the lesson.

“You ready, baby girl?” I don’t even have to look up to know it's Nicky.

“Yeah,” I say, shortly.Remember Scar, revenge.

If Nicky was bothered with the tone of my voice, he doesn’t show it. I look up at him. That massive smile is still all for me. Not for long I’m sure when he realises just what’s in store for him if he wants to earn my forgiveness.

Without another word, he nods towards the door. I sigh, before falling into step with him. The guys all fall in around us just like they did earlier.

The hallways are all hustle and bustle as everyone begins to make their way down to the cafeteria.

Another difference between America and Australia. Our tuck shops are like the school's takeaway shop. Rhodes explained to me just how different Rydell Prep is. Really, it shouldn’t surprise me considering the types of uniforms we are required to wear.

The cafeteria resembles more of an all you can eat restaurant. You name it, it's on offer. I watch some kid stack his plate with steak. Just steak and nothing else. I mean one look at the guy and it explains it all. He looks like he could break bones without breaking a sweat. Wouldn’t put it past him. He has to be a Thunderbird for sure.

I grab myself a plate and quickly fill it with some chicken, pasta and salad. Grabbing a drink out of the fridges at the end of the bain-marie, I look around the room and try to find Rhodes and hopefully along with him: Wyatt. It doesn’t take me long to spot my twin who is also looking around the room for me.

I head over to him without sparing a second glance back at the boys knowing that they are most likely going to follow me anyways.

Rhodes finally notices me and jumps up out of his seat. He takes my tray before picking me up and twirling me around. I laugh and smack his shoulder, amused by his playfulness.

“Missed me, did you baby brother?”

“Always, big sister.”

We both laugh together as he quickly sets me down. I feel the boys right behind us. Perfect timing.

I make my way over to Wyatt who is currently stuffing his face full of food. I lean down and slowly brush a kiss over his cheek. Wyatt jumps in surprise, not expecting me at all. His food must go down the wrong hole because he begins to choke.

“Hey babe, missed me?” I say loud enough for the boys that I’m sure are standing right behind me to hear.

Wyatt tries his best to clear his throat and starts banging on his chest. “Ahh, yeah. Shit.” He swallows his food before giving another small cough. “I sure did.” He smiles before turning to the guy next to him. “Move dweeb.” The kid beside him pales and quickly moves tables completely. I take his seat and turn a sugary sweet smile to him.

Sitting down in the now vacant spot, I watch out of the corner of my eye as the guys all filter in around us trying to find a seat. For some strange reason, Dawson is still hanging around. His glare feels like daggers where it is currently locked on me.

Rhodes tucks himself in close beside me. His plate is stacked with nothing but protein and carbs. I give him a funny look. “Are you allergic to salad or something?”

“Come on Scar. How else did you think I was able to get these muscles and keep them?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, chuckling.

“God, you are so full of yourself. Remind me to never compliment you. That head of yours might just explode,” I laugh.

“Tell us about it. I think his ego grows daily at this rate. Those girls.” Wyatt nods his head towards a group of girls sitting at a table across from us, glaring daggers at my head. I spot the same chick from Maths. Pash rash gone, “Really don’t help. It's constantly ‘Oh Rhodes baby, your muscles have gotten so big’ and ‘Meet me behind the staircase,Daddy.’” Wyatt’s imitation of the girls sends the entire table into laughter, causing the rest of the room to all look over at us.

“While your imitation of those voices is one of the greatest things I’ve ever heard, the last thing I need to know is just how much of a man whore my little brother is,” I say, clutching my stomach as my laughter fizzles and I shudder.

“Ouch, Scar.” Rhodes clutches his chest like my man whore comment hit him like a bullet but we both know that I’m right as I watch him cringe slightly.

His extracurricular activities have already been exposed. That being a dirty message coming through on his phone while he was showing me photos one night.

Things got awkward real fast.

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