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Me? I’m kind of grateful it hasn’t arrived because, when it does, I have to go back to riding to school with her. And she usually ends up leaving me stranded after school, so I either have to walk home or catch the city bus. I don’t think Honeyton has a city bus, which means I’ll end up having to ride the bus from school or walk home. I’d be okay with walking, except Honeyton’s winters are supposed to be intense, and riding the bus isn’t fun at all, let alone for friendless people.
“I’ll look into it,” Aunt Beth assures her.
“You better.” Dixie May frowns at the school. “Great. I bet there’s not even any FHs here.”
I roll my eyes. FHs stand forfuckable hottiesin Dixie May language.
“Oh, I’m sure there are.” My aunt smiles as she points at a muscular guy walking past our car. “Look at him. He’s cute.”
“Ew, Mom, you’re so disgusting. Seriously, are you having a mid-life crisis or something?” Dixie May says with her nose crinkled. Then she sticks out one hand in her mom’s direction while pulling the visor down. “Give me some lunch money, so I can get out of here and away from your gross comments.”
“Oh, okay.” My aunt starts rummaging through her purse.
While Dixie May waits for her mom to dig out some money, she does a quick check of her hair and makeup. She fixes a couple of her blonde curls, twisting them before flipping up the visor. Then she glances down at the pink top and white skirt she’s wearing, smoothing out a few invisible wrinkles. By the time she’s finished, Aunt Beth has put a twenty-dollar bill into her palm.
Dixie May stuffs it into her bag then shoves the door open and moves to get out, but then she pauses, glancing over her shoulder at me. “Don’t even think about talking to me today. You know what will happen if you do.”
“You’ll have to pull out a dictionary to look up all the above four-letter words I’ll use?” I question.
“Ravenlee,” my aunt snaps, “don’t be a brat.”
“Yeah, Ravenlee, don’t be a brat, or else everyone here is going to find out who you really are,” Dixie May sneers with a smirk.
The muscles in my jaw tick, and I curl my fingers inward, stabbing my fingernails into my flesh and wrestling back the urge to punch that smirk off her face.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Dixie May smirks at me one more time before climbing out of the car.
“Have a nice day,” my aunt says to Dixie May, who shoves the door closed without even replying.
My aunt lets out a quiet sigh as Dixie May walks away, heading for the entrance doors. Once she’s inside, Aunt Beth looks away, frowning at the passenger seat. “Crap, she forgot her makeup case.” She reaches over, picks up a sparkly case, and hands it to me. “Find Dixie May and give this to her. And don’t even think about stealing it. I’m going to text her to let her know you have it.”
“She doesn’t want me to talk to her, remember?” Not that I’m actually going to obey Dixie May. I really just don’t want to talk to her or carry around her stupid sparkly case.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine if you’re giving her the case,” she insists. When I make no effort to take it, she gives me a dirty look. “She needs her makeup, and you’re going to take it to her because, unlike you, my daughter cares about her appearance.”
“So what if I don’t care?” I stuff the case into my bag. “Looking pretty isn’t the most important thing in the world.”
She arches a brow. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? You look like a homeless person.”
Sometimes, I think she treats me so shitty because of how her husband and daughter treat her, like she’s deflecting all her bottled-up aggravation on me. It used to hurt. Now it just pisses me off and makes me want to annoy her.
“Yeah, well, it’s better than looking like a skank,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen in horror. “My daughter does not look like a skank. How dare you say so?”
I raise a brow at her. “Who said I was talking about your daughter?”
She shakes her head furiously. “You know what? It’s time for you to get out of this car. I’m sick of looking at you.”
I’m more than ready to get out, but as I peer outside at the school, a drop of anxiety rises inside me.
Dixie May was right. It’s a really small school. Way smaller than the one we used to go to. I don’t know whether to be nervous about that or not. On the one hand, it means fewer people will mock me. But it also means people will be nosier.
“Get out!” Aunt Beth snaps. “And I’m not giving you any lunch money. You’ll have to use your own.”
“I’m not stupid enough to believe otherwise.” I reach for the door handle.
Her lips curl into a sneer. “That’s very debatable.”
