Hey, again! Since I finished all my homework and felt like writing, I created chapter four for you guys :) This one is called "The After Math", because, well… there always has to be an aftermath to what just happened in chapter three! Anyways, I would like to thank everyone who has continued to read and review my story! :) Means so much and has honestly continued to help me write and keep this story going. So, with further ado, I give you chapter four. Enjoy! :D
Chapter Four: The Aftermath
"Raphael, to the office now!" Mr. Tyson ordered angrily, rushing over to the aid of Amanda who was now holding her face with both hands.
Utterly distraught, Raphael ran as fast as his legs could carry him out of the gymnasium, leaving behind the puzzled faces of everyone, including his brothers who had absolutely no idea what puppettered Raphael to harm Amanda. To everyone, it seemed like they were flirting and falling for one another, not wanting to rival.
"Raph!" Leonardo called after him, but it was no use. Raphael was already out of sight.
Raphael didn't go to the office, he ran straight out the front, heavy double-doors in front of the gym, and into the typical hot air of a September afternoon.
"What da fuck came over me?!" He shouted out loud.
Raphael knew that he hated dishonourable acts and dishonourable people, but he hardly knew Amanda enough to hate her. He only knew her name, the way she lit up his vision with her exotic, mysterious beauty, and the story Tiger had told him and his brothers about her at lunch.
His brain scrambling like eggs in a pan, he tried to curb it around as to why he flipped his shit on her.
He only seemed to want to pin the blame on one person, and it wasn't him… but Amanda. She made him hurt her, something about her. She drove him crazy. Maybe there was something strong and psychedelic in her strawberry, cigarette scent, the fumes invading his nostrils and trickling to his brain like drugs that made him go mad and hit her with oblivious anger so hard with that basketball that she buckled over in serious pain.
No. Now he was just thinking incredibly stupid and childish. But why? To feel better about physically abusing a girl?
Fuck you, Amanda Knoxen!
Raphael frantically whipped around to see Leonardo bursting through the double-doors, slamming them hard behind him the moment his body was a safe distance from him to not whack the back of his ankles.
The look on his face was bitter.
"What the heck was that back there, Raphael?! First day of high school and you give the school harlot a goose egg on her eye, and for what?! You had absolutely no reason to get angry and lose your cool on her!" Leonardo spieled, looking as if he were about to shoot through the sky with steam of furiousness propelling him up.
Raphael knew Leonardo was dead serious with his temper at the moment. It wasn't like him to just refer to a human being with a nickname such as "school harlot" spread through gossip, unless he knew it was true.
"You know Mr. Tyson is going to call Splinter and infuriate him with your actions of stupidity today!" Leonardo added with a snarl.
Raphael had had enough.
"Leo, just shuddup! I don't even understand anythin' right now as it is." He shot weakly in his defence.
Leonardo just scowled in disgust.
"Maybe you shouldn't be in the real world quite yet…" He dropped miserably, and turning on the balls of his feet, he stumbled back inside through the doors and back into the gymnasium, leaving Raphael all alone with his twisted thoughts of anger, confusion, and shame.
To burn off some steam of frustration, Raphael ran the rooftop of the school about fifty times, finding himself thinking of Amanda each and every time he rounded another lap.
He groaned.
"Jus fuck this!"
The bell for period five to end and period six to begin went off about ten minutes ago. He knew he should be in social studies, but really didn't have any of the will-power or ambition to even care, never mind go to the class.
Sneakily slipping back inside the school, Raphael ran his way upstairs to his locker where he saw a sight he never expected to see.
Amanda was standing right in front of his locker.
She was changed back into her regular clothing from earlier in the day: black stilettos, black, leather skinny jeans, black halter top, but what was unfamiliar was the bright red, Michel Jackson's "Thriller"-like, red, leather jacket slunk heavily on her broad shoulders.
Walking slowly and steadily closer, almost afraid she would attack him with the same brute force he laid on her in gym class, he also noticed that her black hair was redone in a neat bun propped on the top of her head, and her eye… It was bruised purple and blue, swollen about as big as an avocado pit.
Making way the final several steps closer, he noticed that she had a lit cigarette dangling from her cherry lips, and that familiar intoxicating scent of tobacco and strawberries entered his senses once again.
"What are ya doing at mah locker, Amanda?" Raphael demanded, crossing his strong arms in an attempt to look well held together and intimidating.
It didn't work on Amanda.
"What the fuck was your deal in gym today, big boy?!" She snarled, her green eyes penetrating Raphael's ambers with an icy effect.
She sucked on the filter of her cigarette and blew out the smoke she inhaled deep within her lungs right into Raphael's stiff countenance.
He felt himself getting slightly agitated once again.
Why da hell is she smokin'? Does she wannat get caught by a teacher?!
"I don't know what happened in gym class! And, for fuck sake's, don't blow smoke into mah face. I don't wannna have what you have!" Raphael tossed at Amanda with sheer ignorance.
"What? Cancer? Nah, I don't have cancer. But what I do have is a black eye… from you, asshole!" She said with the harshness of her sharp tongue.
Just to try and push more of Raphael's buttons, Amanda puffed out a delicate ring of smoke into Raphael's eyes. He temporarily went blind, unable to open his eyes for a few seconds.
"Stop with your fuckin' cancer stick, girlie! You're driving me up a wall!" He snapped furiously.
Amanda chuckled.
"You wish." She cooed playfully.
Oh, damn… Was all Raphael could think at this point.
"What are you gonna do? Tell on me? Jesus, the school doesn't even care. They expect this kinda shit from me. I'm a nuisance, a bad girl. But what are you, Raphael? Your first day of school and you're now known as psychotic hothead for making me look like I just had rough sex with a football captain!" She exclaimed, working her charming intellect with the bitterness of her rattlesnake tongue.
Raphael just had to bite his. The girl was making him want to lose his mind.
She knew she was known as the school's biggest slut, and she said this with a sort of pride that turned Raphael off a little, but not that much…
As if reading Raphael's thoughts, Amanda eerily said, "Yeah, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Don't think I didn't see you and your brothers sitting with Tiger and Arianna at lunch today. Don't think I don't know what everyone says about me, especially Tiger."
Raphael was at a loss for words. Amanda continued, making magic happen, making Raphael feel like a kitten chasing yarn or a puppy chasing its tail.
She was smiling evilly.
"I know everything. How do you think I found out where your locker was? Huh? And just for the record, what everyone says about me is true. I've fucked more guys than any female student or teacher at this school. I give great head. I drive all the boys mad, especially the new ones…"
Amanda was now all up into Raphael's face, making him stiff, making tiny little beads of sweat trickle down his handsome face.
He had no idea what to do, but try to maintain the amount of hormones that were racing through his body with every second that ticked by…
He was such a fool for her.
He could smell the scent of fresh, strong tobacco wafting from her breath as she heaved onto him.
"I also know another thing… You weren't mad in gym class, you were just…" Amanda piped up again, moving in even closer, going as far as to caress the muscle embroidery on his arms, leaving little goose bumps to trail his skin and a cold sensation to snake down his spine.
"Sexually frustrated." She finally spit out, breathing heavily, sexily.
Raphael was at the peak of his arousal, just wanting to explode in a rage of angry passion, but to his relief, Amanda loosened her grip on him both physically and mentally.
She laughed viciously.
"I would love to stay and chat, but I'm just gonna go. Bye, big boy. I have a feeling I'll be seeing you around very soon…" She fare-welled with sugar over-filling her voice, and her eyelashes fluttering away like butterfly wings.
Spinning around on her stiletto heels, she swiftly dropped her cigarette bud and stomped it out. A second later, grabbing her black, leather bag from the side of the floor and strutting her stuff away from Raphael, her butt the only thing holding him under a trance before she finally disappeared from his sight.
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