Her Absolution

Chapter 3

    I got hold of their hands and drag them inside heading to the administration office. I’m not letting her go and shut herself off, we don’t need that anymore. When I found the administration office a lot of the students that were coming in and out of the office are mostly students from our school, the students that are oging to attend Crestfall High. I drag them inside the office waiting for the secretary to finish with the student in front of me, it was Kyle Collen. Kyle is kind of a dorky kid, a year younger than me but he was cute and kind. But don't mess with him or dare bully him; he will rip you apart, someone already found out the hard way. That’s when you realize to never judge someone by their appearances or looks, anybody can be deceive.

    The secretary was done with him and when he turn, he saw that it was me. He wave his hand at us, said good morning and to have a nice day. We told him thanks and for him to have a good day too. The secretary whose name I found out is Rose, told me good morning and ask for my name, I responded and later she gave me my class schedule and my locker number and combination. I move so that Sarah and Marcus can get theirs. I told them I would wait for them outside; the office was to crowded for me. I was out in the hall looking at my schedule, all AP classes and the last class of the day free period. As I was still looking over my schedule, I heard a commotion a few feet away from me. It was a guy and a girl arguing.

    The girl was angry, you can tell since she was yelling at him and her hands were pushing the guy’s chest, poking him. The guy just let her not even bother by it. Like he didn’t care what she was doing. That’s when I move to see them better did, I realize whom they were. It was Megan Clinton the popular girl, being the top cheerleader of Crestfall High and the bad boy of Crestfall High, Ashton Mercer, aka Mr. Mercy.

    Megan is a tall girl, her brown hair had blonde highlights, blue eyes, perfect manicure and perfect clothes. All her clothes were designer and expensive ones, she likes to flaunt that she is rich, well that her parents are rich. Ashton is a playboy, the bad boy, the person everyone tells you to keep your distance from. People call him Mr. Mercy because when he is beating or doing something to you everyone ask for his mercy, he is that cruel. I don’t know much about him, what I do know is that and that Asher got along with him, they were like acquaintances maybe frineds. Even though they were rivals in football. I guess it has to do with Ashton living in our town and playing with us until he was 8 years old and then his father move him and his newborn brother to this town after his mom’s death.

    Megan kept arguing and yelling at him and Ashton kept ignoring her without a care in the world. This must have piss her off more because the next thing everyone is quiet, and you can only hear the echo of the slap she gave him. I felt someone pressing on my arm I look up and see Sarah and Marcus on my sides. Sarah had a hand to her mouth trying to hide her shock and the other one is on my arm. I turn to Megan and Ashton and see his left cheek red and Megan is shaking her right hand. That must have hurt to both. Ashton is giving her a lethal look, like he wants to hit her, but he would never do that, his family raise him better than that. He turn to her and look at her with his head held high and told her one thing, something that gave me goosebumps and something for everyone to hear and fear, so that it does not happen again.

“You just made the biggest mistake in your live, Megan. You will beg me for mercy.”

    After that he storm out of there looking at everyone with a murderous look. You can see that Megan was terrified. I mean from what I heard, and from what Asher use to tell me about Ashton, he never says that it’s the other person at the receiving end of his fury that ask or speaks of mercy. If I was Megan I would move to New York, nope better London just to be safe. I would never want to be in the receiving end of Ashton. I mean the rumors or gossips, whatever you want to call them, are not that far off from the truth. Ashton is a lot to deal with and his bad boy reputation is not something to play with. Heck you can’t play with Mr. Mercy, he plays with you.

     I know for a fact that he likes to get in trouble just for the thrill of it, he is just lucky that his grandfather is the captain of the town’s police station. But deep down I know he is a good person, everyone knows it, heck even he knows. It’s just been hard for him without his mom. I remember her a little bit she was radiant and so full of life. She die giving birth to Ashton’s little brother, Mason. It was also the reason their father decided to move them to our neighbor town, the town where his grandfather resides, this one, Crestfall.

“Wow. He was angry. The rumors were true his reputation proceeds him. If I were Megan I run and hide.”

“Yeah, to the next continent. Maybe Europe. He is so going to give her hell.”

     Sarah spoke first then Marcus their opinions like mine. This is going to be the talk of the week or the month who knows. And if he retaliates towards Megan this is going to be the talk for the next 20 years, everyone will talk about this in class reunions. How the bad boy played cruelly to the queen bee. I know for a fact that Ashton is not that bad. I think he will not give her hell but maybe misery. A few months ago, Sarah told me something I never though I will hear about him, something that will not tarnish the bad boy’s reputation but will make him look more saint than the devil he shows everyone. It’s not the end or a big thing but it’s something that I made sure Sarah does not tell the world.

    I don’t want the drama and gossips or him retaliating to us because Sarah open her mouth. I had enough things to worry about in my life to last me a lifetime. The three of us went to look for our lockers. The school was a little different than ours but way more modern with glass doors and glass window as high as the building. The lockers were on either side of the halls. You can see some new ones than others, apparently, they were bought when the school realize that they were going to have half the population of the Blue Ride students. The new lockers are painted with the school colors, red, white and black with paw prints of their mascot, the jaguar. The old lockers are only painted completely between the three colors.

    Sarah and I found our lockers quickly and we were close. Sarah was on the other side of the hall but in front me. Marcus had to go to another hall to find his locker, leaving Sarah and me alone here. Sarah and I both had AP English for first period, Marcus had science class. We all have the same second period with AP History. I was taking out the books for my morning classes when I felt someone open the locker next to mine. I can see that this day just got worse and the rest of the school year. It was none other than the notorious playboy, Ashton.

     He may be good deep down, but this is not what I wanted for this year, the drama, the gossips, the trouble. Because no matter how nice he is trouble always seems to find him. It’s like he is a magnet to it and right know it’s the least thing I want. I wanted distance from him but at the same time it's hard, if you see him you'll know what I mean. I guess the lockers are alphabetical arrange. Why did my last name have to be Maverick? Why o why my dear goddess?

     I close my locker and turn to look at Sarah. She sees who my neighbor is, and her lips make an o shape and laughs a little. Then her eyes focus on me, telling me to move quickly. I go to her, and we link our arms going to English class. I don’t even look back to see if he is watching me or to see what he is doing. I let out a breath, I didn’t know I was holding. I’m going to wake up earlier than today just so I don’t bump into him. It’s not that I’m scared of him it’s just that I don’t want anything to do with him or his group of fans. His fan group its like those in movies and series, you say something to him, and you are in their crossfire, they will bully you and treat you like s**t. So, no thanks, I want senior year to be peaceful.