"Panthea Anarchy" Mr. Blumber flops a physics paper just waiting for me the get to take it.

I puffed out a bored looking shrug before marching to the teacher's table. I know where this is going.

"Ms. Anarchy, your name does keep up with you." He raised an overly untrimmed eyebrow before handing in my paper.

I crunch the paper with my hands as I found those bold letters of D minus on the upper right corner of my paper. Trying to contain the urge to rip my paper in half, I yanked it out of his scrawny hand. I turned to return to my seat at the back.

"Ms. Anarchy." He stopped my midway during my walk of shame. The class shifted their view to me expecting a show. Shit, here it goes again. Public humiliation. Doesn't he realize that the more he does this shit that less it actually affects me? I turned to face him and plaster a smile that didn't seem to quiet reach my eyes. Eyes that were filled with decapitating fury.

"What's wrong, Mister-uhm- Bald- Blumder." I joked noting his receding hairline that we all agreed about putting a toupee on. The class laughed which made the professor turn fidgety.

"Very funny, Ms. Anarchy. But I suggest you won't be the one laughing when I decide to fail you in my class." He spoke devilishly. I think he enjoys the public humiliation his giving me. Kodos, to the sadistic maniac.

"What makes you think that?" I crossed my arms eager to end this stupid conversation.

"It is BECAUSE you have been failing my tests with an average grade of D minus. Tell me, is that really funny?" He was furious that his ears looked crimson even from where I was standing.

"What if I say it is?" I let out a smirk. It was obviously to taunt him. He should know that humiliating me has consequences. If you pull me down, expect to be dragged downed as well.

I watch as the professor turn bright crimson yet his features narrowed to calm the storm with in him. I watched him like a hawk as he loosens his necktie to inhale some sense before speaking once more.

"Ms. Anarchy if you won't do something within the next month, I'm afraid I would hold you back from graduation." He calmed himself as if he had drawn the last card.

"And how do you expect to do that, dear Mr. Blumber?" I coined my tone to sound sweet yet exuded sarcasm.

"I'm calling your parents today to notify them." I would have dreaded the thought if my parents weren't separated or if they even cared.

"Well, good luck trying to make them care." I gave the professor a huffed smirk before turning my back to him.

I sat back to my chair and looked out of the window comfortably beside my seat. I tied my blond hair back to a ponytail before sinking down to the table to snooze and not minding the various gawking all around me.

I knew my life was destined to be fuck- uped but I never expected to not graduate. I would want to leave this godforsaken town and live my dreams. Dreams I hope would be waiting for me. But to get to there, life has to play hard-to-get. I was required to pass every single test I have right now before I could live this place. I wanted to scream since studies were harder to crack than any reinforced nail polish. I dreaded the thought of it. I wouldn't want to break my lazy streak but it seemed like Mr. Blumber was right this time. No matter how hard I try to think otherwise. I squished my eyelids and crumpled my forehead to emphasize the strain of this decision but for the love of God, I need a tutor. I could get my sister if I didn't despise her. She is everything a parent could dream of and well for me, I was not. I really need to find one before I would lose the chance to say my farewells to this retched town.

"Briefers Rock." Mr. Blumber voiced boomed once again to my ears. I slowly opened my eyes to watch a certain curly haired ginger walk to get his paper.

I watched as he returned to his seat that is in front of my second neighbor to the right. I watched as he folded the paper into half and thrown unceremoniously down his backpack. He must have gotten an A plus again. Figures.

While leaning my head on one side, I face the crowd in front of me. Some looked agitated, presumably, by their scores that I don't really give a fuck about. I glanced at Karen, my closest seatmate, to see her exhale a sigh of relief. She was a shy cookie. With her long bangs and dark brown bob, some people tease her as to being a wallflower or a loner. People can be cruel. I sorta liked her as my seatmate since, for once; someone actually minded their own business. I would like to ask her to be my tutor if only she wasn't that scared of me. Most girls are, in fact. Some pretend to hide their fear by spreading rumors but don't they get that that only shows how insecure you are. Those girls practically scared the other girls away from me. Most girls can't bear a conversation with me because they were too intimidated by my reputation. Why wouldn't they be? Being exactly friends with the school slut is always one of every girl's high school dreams. I know it certainly wasn't my dream to be one.

The story goes when I was dropped in this suburban town of Cockletale, Philadelphia. While my mom left with one of her lovers, I was left in care of my uncle, George. People around here were conservative and close- minded. They had values to uphold and traditions to foster. As for a girl like me, having an open mind spells nothing but trouble to these folks. A walking time bomb ready to explode all over their cherished values. They could kiss my golden tanned ass.

In my defense, I only sleep with the guys I like yet in the end; they always turn out to be horrible horny jerks. After several mishaps and washed up nights, I found myself in the midst of teen drama where I was the third person of Cosette van Barell's relationship. Girls can be bitches when you sleep with their boyfriends but no one can be bitchier than Cosette. It wasn't my fault that her perfect Nathan can't keep his hands to himself. He wasn't even a good lay. I wonder if Cosette even knows what a good lay is. I simper at that very thought. Days rolled by and I watch a typical cliché story of how a new girl crushed her life by sleeping with an unavailable man. Rumors spread and I found myself not even giving a single fuck about it. If boys want me for a good time, I'll be the one who decides if I'll hold my end of the bargain. It is just sex with no strings. What's the big deal? It ain't problem that bitches can put a leash on their boyfriends and it isn't my problem what they think of me. They're not friends and they won't get the best of me.

The old school bell rang with great promise. I jolted up my hazy daze, got my messenger bag and, bolted out the door. Thankfully, Physics was my last class. Why is it that fate has a twisted humor of putting the worse things right before the good ones?

I untangled my earphones and blasted Paul McCartney singing about a man that comes grooving up slowly. I find this thing calming as to occupy mind my mind from the repulsive stares the female kind are giving me. I climbed down a series of stairs before going to my locker to replace my leather shoes with my trusted red Keds.

While returning my shoes to my locker, I notice a silhouette with his features covered up by my locker door. I closed my locker and then I saw Gerald Connry's annoying jockhead face. My insides charred to oblivion. I was at a dilemma of puking into his bright red and white varsity jacket or kicking him that his balls would turn purple.

"What do you want?" I glared daggers hoping this dickhead gets the message.

"You know what I want." His face let out a smile. A smile that oozes with malice and agenda. I'm seriously retraining my throbbing leg from landing in his nether region.

The reason of this atrocious show of disappointing suave was from the fact that I fucked him. I was too wasted in one of the football team's party to even care to remember. All I know that I was one who had back pains after sleeping in a single bed.

"I'm not in the mood, Gerald." I passive paced to the exit and turned the volume up.

With a brute force, he dragged my arm thus yanking me back to face him. With enough bad luck, an earphone slipped out.

"What does it take to get in it?" He was stupid and at the same time annoying.

"Maybe if you leave me alone, I'll change my mind." I gave him a forced smirk.

The musclehead didn't stand a chance. He slowly let my arm go while he trying to process the logic. With all the things he is good at, being smart was luckily not one of them. I just love it when boys think with their dicks. It makes me much more grateful that I even have a nugget for a brain. I laughed internally and turned my way back to the exit.

During my usual walks home, I always take small detour to escape a little. I paced endlessly until I ended near the riverwall under the freeway bridge. Aside from the seldom passing by of cross country folks, the place had promise. It was quiet and far away. Just the way I like it. I look around the area to find a suitable spot to rest in.

"Yesh" I exclaimed finding some soft, clean grass under a shady tree.

I took off my blazer and flatten my skirt before melting to the surface. I sometimes thought of regulatory uniform as a twenty- first century torture method. It felt too stiff to even properly in. I stared at the kaleidoscope patches of pre- dusk sunlight. In Philadelphia, where it hardly ever shows a hint of sunlight, today was one of those rare days where the sun lit up the skies. I missed the sun. Ever since I've been here, most days were gloomy and cold. Thankfully, I have these kinds of little things to look forward. I loosen up my muscles to the ethereal hymns of the indie band, Bat for Lashes. My uncle once joked about the band being to frisky that almost sounded like some church choir pretending to be punk act. "You kids have weird taste these days. It is either too loud or too odd." He says. Right now, the frontwoman is babbling about a girl named Prescilla who loved a guy so strong that she had the patience to sing it over and over again; enough to repeat it through the entire chorus.

I wasn't a big fan of love. Love to me is a fantasy. Such as unicorns and the perfect lipgloss, it is easy to dream about it yet a lot harder to materialize. Wonderful things always come with a price. You can't fall in love without losing yourself. You fall prey to the glamour of the things that sparkles.

Take my parents for an example. They were once considered to be New York's best couple yet today; they are diminished to rattling fools. My mother, Rose Montgomery, was a socialite in Manhattan's crowd. With her blond hair and big blues, she could conquer world. She was ambitious and cunning. She had the world at her finger until she fell in love with a certain raven haired stud, Joseph Radek Anarchy. He was a self made mogul at any early age. He rose to the top of his game during his mid 20's. He was handsome as he was smart. He graduated with honors from Harvard with a degree in Business Management and Enterprises. They officially met during the Hampton's annual white party. My mother was swooned by him. They married shortly after and produced two beautiful twin girls. I, Panthea Fawn Anarchy, and my sister, Starling Willow Anarchy, were bestowed with silver spoons much larger than any average spoon. The world found us adorable because it was rare to see paternal twins with contrasting looks. I got my mother blond hair and blue eyes while Starling got dad's sea green eyes and ebony hair. I use to remember having a framed cover of Vanity Fair with the picture of a pretty family in our old Malibu mansion.

Who would have thought that in a flash that perfect picture came crumbling down into pieces. While my father immerses himself to his work, my mother had a string of love affairs. I despise the woman with all my heart. I still blame her for tearing the family apart. Fed up with my mother infidelity, dad decided the horrible divorce that took place when my sister and I were only nine years old. Two pairs of innocent eyes witnessed their world fall apart before their eyes. The worst came after the settlement. With a large portion of his money intact my father fled with my sister's custody while I was stuck with the horrible woman who did nothing but ignored me and sent me to this place.

People were in dismay when they heard the news and pitied the youngsters. How they wanted to help us and protect us from the pain but the funny thing is no one, not even my grandparents, ever reached out. We were left with the situation at hand then realizing that the world is unfair no matter how innocent you are.

I sighed to myself. Contemplating about the past wasn't I had in mind. I looked up to the pretty sky. I managed to make shapes out of it just kill time. I found one cloud that looked like my stuff bunny at home. It made me want to hug it with all it fluffiness and sweetness. That bunny is one of the few things I treasured.

As I got lost from the world, something hauled my back to reality. A small paper airplane drifted over my head before landing an arm's reach from me. I slowly got the plane and started to unfold it. I was surprise to see that this was from Briefers Rock and as I suspected he got a perfect score.

After a few short seconds, an idea came to me like a phantom. I quickly got up my spot without patting down my skirt or the stray grass in my hair. I dashed to the road and looked at both directions to find his figure just down by two blocks from my right. I ran one foot in front of the other. I was scared that I would have stumbled down since athletics wasn't what I do best and neither does chasing other people. Guys chase after me and never the other way around. But right now, I don't give a rat's ass about it.

"Briefers!" I shouted while I was a few meters behind him yet was quickly annoyed with the boy continued to tread forward.

After closing the distance between us, I got hold of his headphone and keenly yanked it out of his ears. The poor boy was shocked and turned to me. Serves him right.

"Uhm, Hello." The boy uttered after a series of stutters.

After catching my breath, I answered. "I'm Panthea from Physics class."

I looked up to his face. While searching for his eyes, I was swiftly detained it because they were hidden behind his long ginger bangs.

"Yeah I know you." He scratched his nape as a nervous gesture before asking. "What do you want?"

I looked down to my hands to process my reply. "I know it may sound sudden but can you do me a favor?" I gave him a smirk hoping to get on his good side.

His body language looked very nervous to me. The hand in the pocket and the constant shifting of focus all indicated it. I pitied the boy for bringing him into this type of situation.

"Uhm, Sure, Panthea." He managed to reply like any gentleman.

"I don't want to be forced to agree to this but—" I paused knowing I would drop a bomb to the boy.

"Would you be my tutor?" There I said it.

Behind his long bangs, I could sum up that he practically wide- eyed. He raises a hand to his face to ruffle it, giving me the chance to peek at his green eyes before the hairs run back again to hide them.

"I assure you I don't have anything to it. I just need your help since I'm flunking Physics."

"I'm not sure I'm the one you should be asking this to." He fidgeted.

Disappointment came crashing hard on me. I expected this. He was another one of those boys who were afraid of me.

"I'm sorry. I even asked. Thank you." With that I turned to walk away from him.