Accidentally Good & Bad

PT. 4 OF 4

I walked into school the next day, determined to not let people mess with me today. Or the other 4 Amigos. Parker insists on us calling ourselves that 24/7.

I'm wearing khaki colored skinny jeans, and I mean second layer of skin skinny jeans. You know, like the ones Luke Hemmings and Joe Sugg wear. A white v-neck and a flannel tied around my waist with white vans complete my look. Oh, and my chocolate brown hair is in boxer braids.

The whole reason I'm actually trying today is because Parker is coming back to school today. Strange but I'm happy.

Then second I step into the school, the school's chatter stops and everyone turns to stare at me. I pull my black earbuds from my ears and adjust my black backpack on my shoulder. I start walking and they form a path for me.

"Move, Emily! She's walking!" I hear someone whisper a pull a girl out of the walkway. I roll my eyes and shoot them a quick smile before making my way to the water fountain. As soon as I bend down to drink water, everyone's attention is off me and back to its usual chatter and gossip.

Well, that was strange.

"Hey."

I jolt up and whirl around to face the voice. It's Archer. I lean over to smack his arm, "What the heck?"

He grins, "Just wanted to scare you."

"And you guys says I'm the immature one," Will snorts. 

He then proceeds to stick his tongue out at Archer. I give Will a look and he stops, realizing what he's done. Archer laughs then throws an arm over my shoulder, bringing me closer to him. He does this a lot now, but I really don't mind. So I don't pull away.

"Excuse me!" A gruff voice growls at us. The boys face is hidden by his sweatshirt.

"Excuse you," I mumble. No need to be rude! Archer snickers under his breath making me smile.

"Yeah and I'm the immature one," Will mutters. Archer and I stick our tongues out at him, and he does it back.

"Damn! It is so easy to get you guys riled up! I almost forgot how fun it is!"

We all spin around so fast that I'm surprised we didn't get whiplash. Standing before us, not hiding in his sweatshirt anymore, is Parker laughing his head off. He peels off the awful vomit green sweatshirt and tosses it to a random passerby. "Here's your sweatshirt back!"

"Parker!" I gasp.

He shrugs, a boyish grin on his face, "Go big or go home, right?" I give him a gentle shove, pulling away from Archer, and he laughs.

"So what do you guys do around here now?" Parker asks, shouldering his book bag. The four of us start walking slowly and hesitate to respond.

"You know, the usual," Archer shrugs. 

"And what is 'the usual' now?" 

I open my mouth to respond then shut it. Will answers instead, "We don't really know. Kinda the same as before the accident." 

"Okay." 

There's something different in Parker's voice and the boyish spark has died from his eyes. I reach out to him but stop myself and pull my hand back. We can ignore it for as long as we want, but we all know it's different now. We're different. 

"I've gotta use the bathroom, I'll see you guys later," I announce.

"Do you want me to wait so we can walk to first period together?" Archer asks me. I shake my head and shoot them a smile before walking off. When I'm in the bathroom, a hand darts out and drags me into a stall. Suddenly, I'm locked in a stall and face to face with Brooklyn.

"Is there something going on between you and Archer Scott?" Her tone is strange, both suspicious and giddy.

For some reason this annoys me, and I snap, "It's none of your business."

Hurt flashes onto her face, "Manhattan, I'm your sister!"

"You may be my sister, but you're not my friend." I unlock the stall and pushed out.

"I'm your best friend!" Brooklyn shouted in a whiny voice. The voice of a toddler who whines when she doesn't get what she wants.

"You stopped being my best friend a long time ago," I mutter. I walk quickly out of the bathroom and she follows me out.

"You bitch!" Brooklyn shrieks. I whirl around and slap her. 

"I'm the bitch? You're the one who's dating the boy who bullies me, you're the one who watches him do it! And I'm the bitch for saying you aren't my best friend?" I scream.

"You're humiliating me!" Brooklyn growls.

"Says the girl who approached me, locked me in a bathroom stall, and followed me out into the hallway!" 

"BITCH!"

"Fight me, I dare you!" 

"Woah there, Hattan!" a strong arm wraps around my waist. I look up and see that it's Archer.

"Stay out of this, Archer!" I snap.

"Calm down, babe. Slow your roll." 

"You're with him? How dare you!" Brooklyn screams.

"Archer, I swear, if you do not let me smack her I will go insane," I say slowly.

"She's insane, not you," Archer assures me. "Come on, let's just walk away."

"I will cut you!" Brooklyn growls and advances toward me before falling flat on her face. I look up to see Parker inspecting his nails.

He looks up and deadpans, "If no one was gonna trip her, I might as well do it." I breath a sigh of relief and high five him.

"She's crazier than my grandma!" Will exclaims, leaning down to poke a fuming Brooklyn with his pencil. Brooklyn growls and Will draws his pencil back quickly. "Correction; she is a whole lot crazier than my grandma!"

"Shut up, Will. Your grandma isn't that bad," Archer grins and shakes his head. I feel him tighten his grip around my waist and I lean on him a little.

"Wait are we talking about your grandma who gives cookies, or drunk-bat-mitzah Grammie?" Parker asks.

"Bat mitzah."

Parker and Archer let out a low whistle, "Ooh. That one."

"You guys are idiots, let's go!" I laugh and push them along.

"Says the one with the crazy ass sister."

"Parker!"