Unwritten Rule

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By now, I'm already used to the crowd and stares we receive at school, not because of me—I was nowhere near popular—but because of Xander. What could I expect? He was the captain of the football team. So, like always, I would sneak past the crowd unnoticed and make my way to my locker to grab the books I need, then to the lab to bury my head in my books.

I opened up my locker to see a note carefully placed inside, possibly from the little hole underneath it. I didn't really possess any secret admirer, so I was really curious as to who would have dropped this.

"w****s LIKE YOU DON'T DESERVE LOCKERS #YOU KNOW WHO#," I read out loud before tightening my fist. First, it was assaulting me in the restroom, then it was picking on me; now it was leaving stupid notes. This was getting out of hand, but sadly, I couldn't do anything about it.

It was the same silky story every time Xander's so-called girlfriends would get jealous of our closeness and then they would take it out on me. I couldn't do much since that would mean I would be the cause of their breakup, but I couldn't keep quiet either, since it would mean constant pain. So far, Kate has been the worst of them all. We all get the fact that she was the queen bee, but frankly, that really doesn't give her the right to pick on others.

But yet, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it, as always; I would just have to keep my feelings to myself and act like everything is fine when I'm broken inside.

"Hey, youuuuuuuuu!" Maya said, coming behind me as we headed to the lab. Maya was my second bestie, but Xander would never accept that fact. They would always argue about it for hours and hours.

"Hey, what's wrong? Xander trouble?" she said a little too loud.

Shhh, someone might hear, I said, placing my hands over her lips. She knew I was in love with Xander since I let it spill during one of our little girl-time confessions, and since then, she always tried to get me to tell him how I feel about him. She was my confidante and my pillow whenever I needed to cry, which was a lot because of Xander.

"What if they hear? So what? You need to tell him sooner or later," Maya said.

"But it has to do with him, right?"

"Hmm... Yes."

"Alright, alright, I'll try to convince you to tell him later. What's wrong?" Maya asked.

"This," I said, handing her the paper, as her eyes turned red reading them.

"Now this is the last straw, Kierra. It's either you tell Xander about this, or I assure you, I will. You can't let her treat you like this."

"No, Maya, you'll do no such thing. I can handle it."

"Handle it? First, it was insults; now your locker. Soon she'll be able to hit you, Kierra. You have to tell Xander."

"No, I'm not telling him, and it's final," I said, as the bell rang for the first lecture.

Ever since my little talk with Maya, I kept convincing myself that I shouldn't talk to Xander about it. I weighed the pros and cons and decided it would be of no use to let him know. After all, he'll only break up with her and move to the next girl, which would only bring me more pain.

Soon it was time for lunch. Usually, we sit at our own table—by "we," I mean Maya, Xander, and the football team, not all of them, but just some of Xander's close friends. I made my way to the cafeteria, strangely tired, to meet Maya already seated with a grin plastered on her face. That was really strange; usually, I'd be the next waiting