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Chapter 41 SCREW EVERYONE

My eyes must've been playing tricks on me.
There was no way in hell that could be-

“Honey? Is that you?!” he pushed frantically through the crowd to get to me.
There was no way he could be here, no way. How was he here? Oh right, they invited pretty much everyone. Maybe I should’ve listened to what his secretary had to say…

Axel grabbed my hand and started pulling me away from him.
We squeezed passed people to get out of there. The twins and Trent followed behind us closely. We kept going until we could no longer see that patch of blonde hair following us. Once we got outside, Axel spun and quickly. His emerald green eyes were stone cold.

“They've gone too far!” he growled. It was clear he was talking about the fact they invited my-

“Who was that?" Trent asked, clearly confused.

“Isn't it obvious?” Dustin asked.

“He’s old,” Justin commented, “uglier than her.”

“Of course, what do you expect?” Dustin scoffed. “It’s her-”

“Why the fuck would they invite him?” Axel's eyes narrowed in slits. “It's like my step dad's testing us to see if we would really pull anything with everyone here.”

“We're not canceling the plan no matter what,” I found myself speaking. “Screw everyone; we're going on with the plan no matter what.”

Axel turned to me with curiosity written all over his face. “You mean… you don't care if your dad sees what we're going to pull?”

“The more people here, the more humiliated Cleo and your stepdad will be.”

“Hold up!” Trent interrupted our conversation. “That was your dad?”

“No, it was her mom” Axel replied sarcastically.

“Really?” Trent asked stupidly, making all of us throw our heads back and groan. “That’s a really convincing transgender.”

“Trent, you're an idiot,” Dustin said.

“Good job bro, start with the little things. Insult people to build up to the bad boy image you’re desperately trying to earn,” Justin gave his twin a slap on the back, earning himself a glare from Dustin. But of course, Justin just ignored it. “But you've got to use harsher words. For example, the word 'retard' or the word 'dumbass'.”

Layla appeared out of nowhere and squeezed through between both twins so that she was standing in between them. “Anyone wanna’ get drunk?” she asked, raising both her eyebrows.

“Is that an invite to get into your pants?” Justin asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at her.

“Only in your wildest dreams, peasant.”

Just then, I felt an arm drape over my shoulder. I looked up at Axel and raised my eyes, questioning him.

“Want to play Cupid?” he questioned.

I pretended to think. “Hmm... maybe…”

Justin and Layla did look cute together. They were both experienced, pain in the asses, and popular… so they fit. Maybe Justin was the one Layla had her eye on...

I almost squealed out loud at the thought. If she did have her eyes set on him, it would be perfect though. Dustin could have Kasay, and Justin could have Layla.

What about Jaxon?
I scratched the back of my head at that question.

I had no idea who he would be a perfect match with.
You...

Who the hell said that?

I ignored the mysterious voice in my head. He was just a friend, we could never be together. My heart belonged to only one person, and that person was Axel.

“I bet you a make out session that Layla and Trent would make a cute couple,” he said in my ear. I almost choked at his words. Layla and Trent?! I glanced at Trent and noticed he was staring at Layla, his eyes filled with adoration.

I wanted to turn to Axel and tell him how wrong he was, but the longer I stared at Trent, the more I noticed the dedication in his eyes. It was the exact same way Dustin stared at Kasay. I felt my heart flutter at the cute emotion. But Layla seemed closer to Justin…

When I turned to Axel and I saw the exact same emotion in his eyes. Except in Axel's eyes, there was a hint of something else too. I cocked my head to the side. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” he replied a little too quickly before looking away. “So what do you say, Layla and Trent a couple? Or at least hooking up before graduation?” he asked, trying to change the subject. I let it slide and smiled.

“I was actually thinking Layla and Justin would make a cute couple.”

“More like a disaster,” he scoffed. “If those two paired they up would destroy the human race. Both hot tempered, loud, cocky-”

“Are you sure you're not describing yourself?” I interrupted him.

First he looked offended, but then his signature smirk appeared on his face, “good one.”

Layla cleared her throat, interrupting our little conversation. “It's 7:00 p.m.”

Axel checked his watch before nodding. “Let's head back inside.”

He took my hand in his and led me back inside. I never thought someone like Axel was ever capable of wearing a suit and tie. “We need to get the thumb drive in the computer, and hook up all that shit. Then we'll double check on Layla's plan.”

“It'll take us less time if we split up,” I suggested.

“With your ex best friend, ex boyfriend, and evil stepmother lingering around here? I think not.”

“Cleo’s busy trash talking me and sucking my dad’s asshole, Ricky’s far too embarrassed about making out with that sophomore guy, and I know Jaxon- he won’t try anything.”

Axel seemed to agree on the others, except Jaxon, “You knew he was going to go behind your back and banging your enemy?” he asked. My mouth fell open, but before I could say anything he interrupted me. “I don’t trust him, I’m afraid he’s going to pull something.”

“He won't,” another voice cut through. We both turned around, so we were facing Layla. “I’ll make sure of it,” she promised.

Axel hesitated. “Last time I checked you were trying to make her life a living hell. Why are you suddenly acting all buddy-buddy with her?”

“It's called being guilty and trying to fix things, dumbass. I’m trying to set things right for once and make up for the shit I did,” she replied. “You should try it sometime.”

He ignored her snarky comment, “how do we know we can trust you?”

“Axel-”

“Rosaline,” he said my full name seriously, “I don’t trust her.”

“You know I’m right here, right?”

“I don’t care.”

Layla rolled her eyes, “I was stupid, I was a bitch. Well, I still am, but that’s not the point. I’m just trying to make things right, and you’re not giving me a chance.”

Axel hesitated, glancing at me. I nodded for him to give her a chance. He reluctantly gave in, “Fine, but make sure Jaxon stays at least a mile away from her at all times.”

“Yes, dad.” Layla rolled her eyes before grabbing my arm and dragging me away from him.

Once we were in the main entrance she turned to me with a grin stretched across her face. “You know the shit you prepared? Like the paint, rotten food and all that? It wasn’t enough to fill up the entire place, so I brought extra stuff to replace what you brought.” She gushed excitedly, “I made sure Trent got it all in his pickup!”

“And what exactly did you bring?” I asked as she dragged me through the halls.

“Just some… stuff; we're going to completely trash this place!” she giggled happily. “I can't wait to see that bitch's face!”

After a few minutes of giggling and dragging me through crowds of people, we finally stopped in the huge dinner room. “Looks like everything's set,” she said while looking up at the ceiling.

My eyes found their way up to the ceiling too. A gasp escaped my mouth when I saw what was up there. Balloons hung all over the ceiling. There must've been at least five hundred of them because the dinner hall was huge.

“They're water balloons,” she explained excitedly. “When the time comes, Justin will cut the strings, and all the balloons will fall on everyone. Not only that, will Trent be standing up there.” She pointed at a balcony which looking down on the dinner room we were standing in. “He'll be dumping flour on all of the guests. Just imagine all of this on video!” she gushed out.

I had a feeling it would end up on YouTube. Kasay would get pissed how she wasn't involved. “How did you manage to get Kasay expelled anyway?” I asked without thinking.

“I didn’t. I know you blamed me for it, but she was skipping school too much, and caught dealing drugs in the girl’s bathrooms. She hasn’t been fully charged yet, because they’re still exploring the case. She was possessing weed and some hard drugs, like meth.”

My mouth fell open in shock. There was no way Kasay could've been dealing behind my back... “Meth?!” I gasped, “no, Kasay’s not that kind of person…”

“Hate to break it to you, but your two best friends were both doing things behind your back.”

I didn't get it, why would Kasay even do that?
Axel was right when he said the two were keeping me in the dark.

“K-Kasay would never do drugs…” I spoke, attempting to sound confident.

“I don’t exactly know if she did them, but she was in possession of the stuff, so… she was probably dealing. Heard they found connections between her and college guys too.” Layla spoke of it so normally, like she had been expecting it all along.

But for me, it was huge news. Never in my life could I ever imagine Kasay dealing drugs. I saw her as a different person now. What else was she doing behind my back?

“How do you know all this?”

“Everyone knows about it, it’s been the talk of the school. You’re just the only oblivious one around here.”

I ran a hand through my hair. How could Kasay hide something like that from me? I guess everyone had their own secrets...

“So let's go over the plans again,” she changed the subject.

I pushed the disappointment I felt about Kasay down and focused on sabotaging the anniversary dinner.

~*~

---Layla's P.O.V---

If you had told me I would be planning to get revenge on my own mother with Rosaline two weeks ago, I would've laughed in your face and reported you for taking drugs. But now, it all seemed to make sense. Hell, we even got along.

“I think you've gone a bit overboard...” Rose trailed off after I told her our entire plan.

How was I going overboard?
My mother was going to get exactly what she deserved, and so was the guy who was going along with her. They were both going to get what they deserved no matter what.

“I'm not going overboard. I'm just making sure they're going to get what they deserve.”

“As long as Axel knows about it,” she looked down and played with her fingers innocently. I observed her actions; she always did that when she was nervous.

“You're in love with him, aren't you?” I asked.

Her blue eyes looked up at me in shock. Her mouth fell open and her skin paled.

“W-what?” she stuttered.

“Are you in love with him?”

“W-who?” she asked innocently. She knew exactly who I was talking about.

“Axel Storm Spencer, the guy whose initials who spell 'ass',” I quoted.

She stuttered, “I-I-”

“It’s so obvious. You two are obviously madly in love with each other.”

She looked incredibly stunned by my statement. “W-we barely k-know each other,” she managed to choke out.

“To be completely honest, I have seen you staring at each other for the past seven years,” I admitted. “And I bet you every day after school you go and stalk each other’s social media accounts too.”

“W-we do not!” her cheeks flushed bright red.

I envied the way her pale cheeks could do that. My cheeks could barely turn light pink. She truly was a beautiful girl.
Suddenly, my watch started to beep. It was time. My felt myself get a little giddy inside, but I kept all my excitement at ease.

“Let's go wait on the balcony,” I said, grabbing her arm.

She resisted and pulled back. “What about Axel?”

“What about him?”

“What if he isn’t done yet?”

I sighed when I realized what she was trying to say. “Do we seriously have to go check on your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my-”

   “He's not her boyfriend,” someone spoke from behind us.
   We both turned to the voice.
   I felt myself die a little inside, but my posture remained the same. The red headed devil was wearing a suit with all the buttons buttoned up. Of course he was the only person to do that.

“Yes he is,” I spoke icily. “Rose, go find your boyfriend.”

“What about you-”

“Go,” I dismissed her sharply.

“Since when were you two all buddy-buddy?” he asked, sounding curious. I avoided looking into his hazel at all costs.

“None of your business, Smith.”

“Look,” he ran a hand through his combed red hair, “I’m sorry-”

“I don’t have time for this, nor am I interested,” I interrupted him before trying to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.

“Please, I’m sorry, at least hear me out.”

“You shouldn't be apologizing to me.” I yanked my arm away from him. “You should be apologizing to your best friend.” I said before walking away.

“What if she's not the one I want?” he called after me, making me freeze on my tracks. “What if you're the one I want?”

I turned around so that I was facing him. The people around us were chatting away, not paying attention to us at all. “Then it sucks to be you, Jaxon.” I replied before flipping him the bird and slipping away from him.

As I slipped through bodies of people, a hand grabbed my arm. I spun around quickly and kicked the person's leg in a swift move. “Let me go-”

“It's just me!” Trent threw both his hands into the air. I sighed in relief, glad it wasn't Jaxon. His icy blue eyes very oddly reminded me of Rose's eyes. “Who did you think I was?” he questioned, leaning closer to me.

I took a step away from him. “No one,” I lied, but he easily knew I was lying.

“You can't lie to me, I'm the master of lying!” he threw both his hands in the air dramatically. “Therefore, I know exactly when someone's lying to me.”

I tilted my head to side. I liked the way he exaggerated things. “That's cute.”

His pale face didn't blush, but his ears definitely turned bright red. “I-Is that a compliment?”

~*~

---Rose's P.O.V---

Axel's grades donkey butt, but he wasn't stupid at all.
He was in fact incredibly clever and knew how to push people's buttons. Just like the way he pushed the guy who was working behind the stage's buttons. “Can't find a proper job, huh?” Axel challenged the guy who was about to show an anniversary video.

“Get out of here before I call security, kid.” The bald man threatened.

“You better call someone to fix that damn hairline before anything,” Axel shot back.

The man reached for his walkie-talkie, but before he could reach it, he was knocked out cold. It was a bit mean, but to be fair, the guy looked pretty mean. “Moments like this, I'm glad I work out!” he said, staring at his clean fist.

“Is he dead?” I asked, poking the unconscious guy with my foot.

Axel just chuckled at my question.
He hooked his laptop up to the cords which lead to the giant screen. After a few minutes of him waiting for his laptop to finish connecting, something appeared on the screen.

“Password?! What password?!” he growled in frustration.

He randomly typed something in quickly, but 'Incorrect Password' flashed on the screen. “Let's try this,” he bit his lip, before typing in something else in. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “That's the password he uses on everything...” he said to himself, he clicked another button, “password hint… what the…”

I just bit my lip, not knowing what to do. The lights on the other side of the curtain faded and clapping was heard.

“Thank you for coming to our 10th wedding anniversary.”

Tenth? Axel never told me they've been married for 10 years...

“First we would like to show all of you some slideshows and a little clip from our wedding,” Axel's stepfather said on the microphone.

“No, no, no!” Axel hissed in frustration as he randomly typed in another password and got it wrong.

Murmurs were heard from the other side of the curtain. The shadow of the giant screen lowered down and the images started to project on the screen.

“What's the password hint?” I asked, crouching down next to him to look at the laptop screen.

v / c = (1 - t) / t = (2 - t) / (1 - t)

I almost laughed at the simple math equation before me. I reached over and typed in the answer which was '2.41421'. How could he not solve something as simple as that? I pressed enter, and sure enough it let me in.

His mouth fell open in shock, “maybe I should start doing my math homework.”

I gasped, “you don’t do your homework?!”

“I've got that bad boy image I've got to keep, Princess.” He flipped his hair before turning back to his laptop.

After a few more moments of him frantically clicking stuff on the computer, he got up and pumped his fist in the air.

Suddenly, the sound of music on the other side of the curtain was replaced by the sounds of moans. We both turned to each other with wide eyes. “Did we just put porn on display?” I chuckled nervously.

Gasps and yelling was heard on the other side of the curtain.

“You have no idea how great that feels,” Axel breathed out, his emerald green eyes were glowing with something mysterious. “Their dirty secret is out.”

   People on the other side of the curtain were freaking out.
   “Is that-”
   “MRS. WINNEFRED!”
   “To think she has articles on shaping the perfect family!”
   “I can’t believe I read her book!”

“Before anything, we've got to go up to the balcony, we were supposed to be up there 10 minutes ago, and we’re running late!” I grabbed his hand, attempting to pull him up the stairs which were near the stage exit.

“Rosaline Arlene Winnefred!” a high pitched woman's voice yelled.

Both our heads snapped in Cleo's direction. Her eyes were narrow, and I swear I could see steam coming out of her ears. Her dark brown hair was pulled up in a professional bun and she was wearing a fancy black dress. If looks could kill, I'd be twelve feet under.

Axel didn't seem affected by my stepmother though, he just smirked at her. “Mad that everyone now knows your dirty little secret?”

“I helped you, Mr. Spencer!”

“You tried to get me shipped off to Military school, you spiteful bitch.” Axel’s arm tensed.

“I-I-I can explain!” Axel’s stepdad said on the microphone on the other side of the curtain.

“Stay out of this, Axel!” she growled at him, before turning back to me. “All I never did was treat you kindly. I saw you as my own daughter because your mother had left you!” she said angrily. “And you repay me this way?!”

“I never asked you to leave your own daughter for me,” I shot back. “All you did to my life was cage who I truly was. You wanted full control of everything I said and did. You wanted me to be your perfect daughter, you wanted me to be your lab rat that you could treat however you wanted. You treated me like your fucking puppet!

You left your own daughter hanging on her birthday! You knew it was her, didn't you? Every single time I told you about what happened, you would always press me into telling you who that perfect little girl at school bullying me was. My favorite color is blue, not pink. I asked for my room to be blue, not fucking pink!” I screamed at her.

“What kind of mother leaves her own daughter for someone else's daughter? Yes, my mother left, but all you did was the same thing my own mother did. You left your own daughter for a stranger's daughter!” I yelled.

“I helped you through hard times! And all I get is this for helping you?!” she asked incredulously.

“You call squeezing every detail about my terrible day helping?! You put me in the worst situations. You kept my in the dark my entire life, and refused to let me grow up. Maybe without you I would've been more confident on my own, maybe without you I would've learned to make better friends and learned to deal with things on my own! Maybe without you, I would've made my own choices in life instead of you making them for me!” I yelled, noticing everything was quiet around us.

The curtains were open and every single person was staring at us with their mouths wide open. I turned around, staring at all the attention we were getting. Axel was next to the curtain controls, smirking proudly.

“I-I-” Cleo stuttered, trying to find the right words. “But I love you.”

“You don’t know what love is,” I said, everyone around us stayed quiet. “The boy you accused of having issues knows what love is better than you do.”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Axel announced to the crowd staring at us, “introducing you to the truth.” He gestured around him before bowing sarcastically.

Suddenly, water poured down on everyone not on the stage. I looked up at the balcony and saw Layla saying something to the twins and Trent. The water balloons hanging on the ceiling fell on random people, ruining their expensive gowns and suits. Balloons fell left and right, like it was raining water balloons.

Axel grabbed my hand and dragged me off the stage with him. Cleo followed us off stage with hatred filled in her chocolate brown eyes. Both Axel and I squeezed through people who were soaking wet and got hit by a few water balloons ourselves, but we didn't stop until we were halfway through the huge room.

“Rose?” someone called out. I turned around and found myself face to face with my dad. I barely recognized his face anymore. He had changed too much in the past few months. His icy blue eyes were crystallized. I felt a pang of hurt in my chest seeing my own father looking so heartbroken. “I-I'm sorry honey, I had no idea-”

“Dad…” He looked like a stranger to me.

“Sorry, no time for emotional moments, dad.” Axel patted my father on the back. “Mind if I call you dad? You can call me soon-to-be-son-in-law or son,” Axel said, giving my hand a little tug. “And sorry for touching your daughter, most dads would've probably shot me by now, but thanks for giving me a chance bro.” With that, he pulled me away from my teary-eyed-dad.

We had no time to register anything. All I knew was something thick and powdery fell on us. When I opened my eyes, I started coughing. The whole room was literally white. Every single person was covered in flour.

“Looks like a cocaine factory,” Axel snickered.

I coughed while shaking my head so some of the flour would come out of my sticky wet hair. Our fingers stayed laced together as he dragged me to the exit. Before we could leave, he turned to me, his green eyes glowing mysteriously.

“Okay, I'm going to make this as quickly as possible,” he said, taking in a sharp breath. “This is the most cliché moment ever since we're both wet- wait- that sounds so wrong- okay my bad- sorry- let me just-” he held his index finger in the air trying to sort himself out before he took in a deep breath. “I'm horrible at this kind of stuff but will you- oh god I'm messing up again- wait I've got this- can you- ah fuck that sounds too cheesy-”

I placed my wet flour-covered finger on his lips. “Axel, will you be my boyfriend?” I asked, my voice sounding soft but confident.

His eyes widened, “That's my job! Take that back!” he grabbed both my hands into his warm wet hands. “Rose, Rosie, Rosaline Arlene Winnefred, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes!” I replied immediately.

“Then my answer is yes for you too,” he replied. And with that, he pressed his lips against mine. Some people around us gasped at us, but I couldn't care less.

I was now Axel Storm Spencer's girlfriend.

Was I even awake?

And that was our cliché moment...

~*~

Crush on Mr. Bad Boy by Lilly Purdon (41)

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