The old Spencer Carlin is back, new and improved. I’ve let some things slide for too long, but no more. The name Carlin will once again be rightfully revered in this school.

“Get outta my way,” I command, pushing a random kid into a locker.

“I love you Spencer!” he yells from the ground.

“Ugh.” I shudder, brushing my hands off on my pants.

“Hey,” I nod smoothly to a passerby.

We walk to the middle of an empty hallway.

“Where the hell is my bitch, Madison? I told her to be here,” I take a dramatic pause to look at my watch, “twenty minutes ago. She knows I hate tardiness.”

“I told her to be here,” she says, looking around the hall. “Wait. Look over there. Here she comes.”

A person in an oversized hoodie slowly strolls over to us with their head hidden by the hood.

“You’re late,” I state. “Why?”

“I had to—“

“Shutup. How’s business?”

“Business?”

“Yeah. My money. How. Is. Business? Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Money?”

“What? You like it so much you forget to get the money?” I chuckle back at Madison. “Wow. What a whore.”

I turn back to Aiden, quickly grabbing his collar in my fist and shoving him roughly into a row of lockers.

“Oof,” he grunts.

“I told you to get the damn money when you finish,” I fume in his face.

His eyes dart around the room, bewildered.

“Oh, look,” I coo in his ear. “She’s scared.

I release his collar slightly.

“Gotcha.” I smirk before fully letting go of his collar and patting his cheek twice in a dismissive manner.

He straightens himself out before asking, “What do you want, Spencer?”

“World peace. A cure for AIDS. For all bastards like you to burn in hell… but you know,” I shrug.

“I thought we were over that,” he pleads.

“That’s your problem, buddy. You think. When people like you think, you get in trouble with people like me. But that’s not why I summoned you here today.” I motion for him to follow me down the hall. “You see, apparently some people think I’ve “gone soft” in this school and—“

“Oh, no!” he interrupts. “I don’t think you’re soft at all!”

I give him an icy glare. “There you go with that “thinking” stuff again,” I say, smacking him roughly on the back. “I see you aren’t a fast learner, but we’ll work with that.”

He uncomfortably clears his throat.

“Anyway, I know you still have a small amount of…” I search for the word, “Influence over those jockheads. I need them to know that I run the show here. They need to hear the words from your mouth, though. Are we on the same page here?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I understand.”

“Today after practice. Don’t be late.”

“Yes sir… um ma’am.”

Now that the jocks, the biggest threat in the school, acknowledge my supreme authority, I can rest at ease. The school is mine again.

Alright, so basically Spencer was acting like she was Aiden’s pimp, which was why Spencer was calling Aiden ‘she’ and stuff. and then, of course, where’s the money yada yada yada. just a little fun thing to show she was the boss and ruff him up a little bit more and confuse him. hope it wasn’t too confusing for the sheltered ones out there haha XD

 COMMENTS=LOVE! (…and that’s all a girl wants is some lovin’)