Chapter two

The rest of Algebra went by rather fast. Thank God, because I don't think I could have taken much longer of Algebra, in my already sour mood. Though, it had gotten better slightly. The bell rang, sounding the end of class, and Lissa and I stood up and started to head towards our next class which was gym. Good, I could let out my frustrations on hitting something.

I ran into Christain Ozera and stared him down as he tried backing away from me. He was the one I assumed stole my home work assignments, I knew he had to be. Christain and I didn't get along well, you see and there wasn't a dull moment between us, I guess you could say.

"Rose, let it go." Lis tried, pulling back on my arm.

I didn't listen to her. How could I, when the ass who stole my home work was standing two inches from my fist? Oh I was begging for a fight and it was just what I needed to brighten my day. Beating someone up always brightened my day, no matter how I was feeling and this was the perfect excuse.

"Christain Ozera!" I shouted.

Christain slowly backed away from my stance. Knowing what he was trying to do, I gripped his shirt collar with my hands, stopping him from moving in any way. "What'd I do?" he whimpered. I always had felt a deep satisfaction of making boys cry, especially the likes of Christain Ozera.

"Ha!" I chuckled out loud. "Don't play that shit with me. I know what you did." I told him, suddenly aware of a large crowd circulating around us.

"I swear, Rose I never did anything. You're fucking crazy, you know that don't you?"

Anger washed over my face and I pulled my arm back ready to launch it into his face. Something stopped me. Lissa always had to get in my way, especially right before I was about to beat Christain Ozera to a pulp.

"Rose, please." She begged, hoping I would stop and not beat up on him.

"What you have a thing for him?" I asked, glaring at her.

Lissa shook her head rapidly. "No, of course not, but please don't hit him. I don't want you to get in trouble. Remember last time?"

I grimaced as I recalled the last time I had pulled a stunt like this. One of the teachers caught me fighting and gave me detention, making me clean the boy's bathroom. That was absolutely fucking disgusting. I had no idea boys were so gross and that they had no idea how to clean up after themselves. It's revolting. There was toilet paper littering the floor, and the toilet seats were disgusting with pee all over them and stained a yellowish-brown on the inside. Oh, and the mirror was covered in what appeared to be gunk from the guys popping zits near the mirror.

Shuttering at the mere memory of it I regrettably lowered my arm. I wasn't going to face that punishment in a hundred years, not even if you paid me a million dollars. One time was enough to last a lifetime.

However, I wasn't going to let Christain Ozera off so easily. "You're lucky, Ozera. I'm going to let you go just this once, however, if I cross your path again today, you're dead meat." I threatened and stormed off to gym class, grabbing hold of Lissa's arm in the process, dragging her with me.

"Rose, please don't go beating up on people again." She begged as we walked towards gym.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. "You think I can just let him get away with what he did?"

Lissa shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, but you can't just keep doing that all the time. The teachers all will give you a bad reputation."

It didn't matter. I had a bad reputation from the moment I walked into this lame so called school. But I figured if it meant that much to Lissa, then I'd try and behave, try. "Alright," I told her. "If it means that much to you."

Lissa nodded her head. "Thank you." she said as we reached the gym.

Gym class went somewhat better than I expected. Though, our sport for the day was volleyball. I hated volleyball. Well, not much as hate the sport in general, but was not good at it at all. I hated that damn ball. It kept hitting me in the nose and I was getting sick of it.

Halfway through gym class my nose was completely bruised and swollen from getting pummeled by the stupid ball so much. Most of it was Christain's fault. I couldn't even get away from him in gym class and to top it off he was on the opposing team. Every ball that hit my nose came directly from the mastermind himself, Christain Ozera.

We had a pretty good volley going and the ball was on our side directly above me. I reached for the ball and slammed it down the other side of the net and pounding the ball down Christain's face. I smiled for a brief moment. At last, victory, for me anyway.

Christain screamed in agony and gripped his face in pain. "You bitch!" he shouted as he clawed at the net, trying to get to me, only to be held back by his team mates.

"I warned you." I hissed quietly to Christain.

"Mr. Ozera and Ms. Hathaway, you will stop this very instant." The gym teacher named Dimitri Belikov, demanded as he walked towards Christain to examine him and make sure he was okay. "Ms. Hathaway, if you so much set one more toe out of line than I will throw you out of my class, permanently. He hissed as he finished examining Christain's face.

My face fell. Shit, I thought to myself. How come this day just keeps getting worse and worse? I better behave myself or I'd be out living on the streets if I wasn't careful.

Lissa looked at me compassionately and lovingly. How come she was always so nice to me, when I was so cruel to everyone else? Guess she was that kind of a person sometimes. I promised myself that I would be on good behavior the rest of the day, even if it meant skipping classes to avoid a certain someone. I'm sure the teachers would understand my reasoning behind skipping.

"Well, so much for the smooth day I was hoping for." I murmured to myself as I made way to my third period class before lunch. However, I walked into the classroom and spotted Christain sitting a few rows back. I glared at him dangerously. Christain had an icepack covering the spot where the ball had hit him and I smirked at the satisfaction of giving Christain Ozera a black eye. Though, I knew if wanted to be true to my commitment of not beating anyone else up today I had to leave the classroom. So, I turned around and headed back out the door.

"Where are you going?" Lissa wondered and then understanding flowed through her as she spotted Christain at his desk.

"Just tell the Alberta I'm ill. I said storming off to my dorm.