This chapter is a bit... everywhere...there's a time skip in the middle, some drama, blah blah-
Also, please no one get mad at Westley. I have been in the same situation and have acted the same.
Casey
Never in my life have I actively visualized and dreamed to harm someone. However, after Randy's and I's conversation and some discoveries, it's the only thing I can think of.
I think Mabel dating a guy with the same name as the guy who drugged Westley to be more than a coincidence.
For days, I've dug around, making sure the two are the same people. I try not to ask Westley too much about his friendship with the Allen guy because I never want him to be near him again. It took Westley the entire next day to fully recover, even after sleeping.
In the hallways, I'd watch who Mabel walks with, while at work, I may have looked over her shoulder once or twice when she was busy on her phone. After gathering my evidence like the true detective I am, I found out the Allen she's dating is the one who lied and gave the edible to Westley.
Unsure what to do with the new information, I keep it to myself. However, it drives me insane. Anger builds up everytime I see Mabel. Well, more anger that I previously held. Not only has she taken advantage of me, but now she's with the guy who harmed my boyfriend.
I'm livid, to say the least.
I've never had issues controlling my anger, but I feel myself boiling by the second. Everytime I hear Mabel's voice or even see her, the urge to scream at her passes through my mind.
And finally, the furiousity becomes too much.
The school day came to an end. Westley left school after lunch due to a headache. So, I unfortunately have no one to kiss and hug after the school day. Instead, I walk out with Randy, carrying on a conversation from earlier. However, Mabel decides to tag along and insert herself into the conversation. I ignore her entire existence while Randy keeps his replies short towards her.
My annoyance begins to bubble over, and I snap. "Mabel, can you shut the fuck up?"
The brunette scowls at my sudden attitude, but I don't care. I don't care if I hurt her feelings. I don't care about her at all. I rather stab my own eyes out than look at her. "Why are you being rude to me?"
Why wouldn't I be rude to her? "How about you go ask your boyfriend."
Mabel squints her eyes at me, staring at me as if I'm brainless. "Allen? He's not my boyfriend. What did he do?" I stare at her, waiting for the light bulb to flash in her brain. And when it does, she rolls her eyes. "Are you talking about the brownie stuff? Westley was dumb enough to believe they were real."
Is she being serious? Is she trying to piss me off? And she wonders why I hate her. "Don't call my boyfriend dumb." Mabel questions me again, unsure why I'm giving her attitude. "Your fuck toy, or whatever you want to call him, drugged my boyfriend."
"Fuck toy? You really want to talk about fuck toys right now?" Oh my gosh. She wouldn't, would she? She's not that evil. She won't expose me. "How about you tell Randy about your old fuck toy?"
My blood boils more. How dare she? How dare she think she can fuck me, have her boyfriend fuck mine over, then expose me to my best friend? What the fuck is wrong with her? "Mabel, shut the hell up."
Randy blinks, no longer amused with our bickering. He flickers his eyes between us, confusion growing on his sober face. "His hook-ups?"
"His two year hook up."
