This is the chapter that was meant to be posted… ma bad :$ Apology still stands, though I've been forgiven by Amy now XD good times, hope you like it. Review, because I fucking slave over these and it's a smack in the face.
Really kinda angry Monster.
VPOV
I'm such an idiot!
I can't believe that I thought for even a second that Fletcher felt that way about me. Really though? Why would he?
I'm sarcastic, I'm loud, I don't really care about other people, and I beat up other men for a living! Why would he want to get with that?
He wouldn't. I see it now, I was young and stupid and I thought I understood his actions. Clearly not.
The Impala skidded to a stop in front of our huge house, and I slammed the door shut, taking out my rage on my baby. I leaped onto the front porch and threw the door open, not bothering to say Hi to Skulduggery, who was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a newspaper.
Now, I know I'm very against the image of all teenage/young adult girls doing silly things like writing in frilly pink diaries, and always talking to their Mothers about their girlie problems, and running up to their room and crying into their pillows when times get hard... but that's exactly what I did. I stormed up the stairs and smashed the door aside to leap on my huge double bed and cried my eyes out.
I'm not sure how long I lay there, but when I lifted my head, darkness was seeping through my window, and Lost In Stereo was blaring from behind Fletcher's door.
She's dancin' alone,
I'm ready to go but she's so,
Lost in stereo!
Lost in stereo!
She's outta control,
So beautiful,
Lost in stereo!
Lost in stereo!
Sighing to myself, I rolled off the bed and checked myself in the mirror, to see if any traces of the tears were left behind.
Hideous streaky lines were disgustingly obvious on my puffy cheeks. Sighing with annoyance, I reached across the sink to grab a flannel and washed my face with warm water in a futile attempt to get rid of the splotchy marks across my skin.
I threw the damp towel in the wash basket and inspected my work. I looked like a damp puppy. I huffed at my reflection and left the bathroom, flicking off the light and grabbing one of my overly large hoodies and headed downstairs.
Then kitchen went silent when I entered. All movement and talking ceased and the elephant in the room grew to outstanding proportions. I sat at the table and reached for the lasagne that was cooling in the middle and helped myself, not bothering with a fork or plate, just using the big spoon already in the dish as a utensil.
"Where've you been, Valkyrie?" Ghastly asked, looking up wearily from his paper.
"Sleeping." I grunted between huge mouthfuls of lasagne. I was starving!
"You were sleeping?" he asked sceptically.
"Yes." Mouthful.
"But you never sleep."
"Evidently, I needed to catch up on that lost sleeping-ness."
"Are you sure you're feeling ok?"
"Absolutely buzzing, are we done with this interrogation?" I snapped, dropping the spoon into the dish with a clank!
"Uh, yeah, I guess." Ghastly looked to Skulduggery for support. Skulduggery looked on.
"Good." I pushed the dish back into the middle of the table, got up, and left.
But not alone.
"Valkyrie!" Tanith followed me up the stairs. I increased my pace, as I would if fleeing from a foe in combat. I continued up the stairs, not looking back at the girl who was practically my sister.
"Come here!" She huffed from behind me as I speedily jumped over still unpacked boxes and suitcases.
"No!" I called back over my shoulder. As I reached my room, Tanith had caught up with me. I was yanked back violently when she grabbed onto my hood. I struggled to pull away from her, but fuck she was strong. "Get off!" I huffed.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong!"
"There's nothing wrong!"
"Yes there is!" by this point, I was clearly just grasping at straws.
"PMS!"
See?
"You're not PMSing, don't be stupid."
"But I have no other believable excuse!" I huffed, still trying to escape her clutches.
"Just tell me what's wrong! Please!" and then she hit me with those Goddamn puppy eyes.
"Please? Pwetty, pwetty, pwetty pwease?" she fluttered her eye lashed and her bottom lip trembled, as if she were about to break down in a flood of tears. She broke me.
"Fine!" I huffed and grabbed her arm, leading her into my bedroom. I shoved her inside and slammed the door shut, not looking at her for a moment so that I could compose myself enough not to burst into hysterical tears.
"I was so very, very, wrong about the way Fletcher felt about me." I shook my head.
"What?" She said from behind me, I heard a shuffling and then felt her hand on my arm.
"He doesn't like me." My voice trembled.
"Are you sure, Honey?"
"Positive." And then the tears came. Tanith turned me and pulled me close to her, letting me cry on her shoulder as she sat us on my bed.
"Honey you don't need him..."
"I may not need him," I whimpered, "But fuck do I want him."
"Oh, sweetie." She cooed and stroked my hair as I cried.
It wasn't long before sleep got its dirty mittens on me and I was forced into a reckless slumber.
The next day, at that goddamn school, we avoided each other like the plague. We arrived at different times and went our separate ways. I didn't go with Sian... the stupid whore... No, I headed in the direction of the 'social outcasts' or the weird kids. I should have been hanging out with them anyway, but the reason I was going to them, was because there a girl from my art class hung out with them. Her name was Bonnie, and screw me from all sides and send me to Texas she can draw. I mean, I'm a pretty good drawer, but I could never live up to her freakishly good standards. People who can draw so well have to be arrested. I have spoken.
But anyway, I approached her with a confident stride. When I arrived that the bench where she sat, she looked up and shielded her eyes from the morning sun with her hand. Those eyes then widened in surprise when she registered that it was me who was standing in front of her.
"Val... oh, hey."
"Hi..." Cue the awkward turtle that never came.
"Why aren't you hanging out with the Royals?"
"Oh, let's just say they were all two faced bitches." I smiled sweetly.
"Well, I'm glad to see you've had your sight returned to you. We've known that all along, you know."
Yeah, they were weird, but hey, who the hell wants to be normal? Overrated much...
"Yeah... so I thought I'd come and hang out with you guys."
"Well what about that Fletcher dude you're always on about?"
I raised my eyebrow and smiled lightly at her, "You tryin' to get rid of me?"
She laughed "Oh, no, no, no. I was just, y'know, curious." I laughed with her and sat down on the bench.
"Well I'm not talking to him, right now. Misunderstanding, is all."
"Right... so, what's up?"
"Oh not much really..." We shared idle chit-chat until the warning bell for first period had sounded, and when it did we parted ways, but promising to meet up during free period and lunch. During the lessons, it was awkward, quiet, hostile, and just plain frustrating. Even when Fletcher and I needed to talk, we wouldn't, and would you? No.
Anyway, the day dragged on in its draggy awkwardness all the way to last period, when we had English, and Tanith was pissed.
"Alright sit your freaking asses down and shut the hell up." She snapped, tucking a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. "I'm not gonna deal with your rubbish today, Isabelle, so you can just move to the back."
"What?"
"You heard me, problem child! To the back!" She pointed and huffed. Jizzy grabbed her pad and pen and dragged her slutty butt to the back of the room, where this sleazy, snotty nerd immediately began to hyperventilate at the sight of her barely clad body. Ew.
"Right!" Tanith threw – yes threw – a pen across the room. "Onto Romeo and Juliet, in the original play version, it is the Capulets who start the fight in Act One Scene One, but in Baz Luhrmann's film adaptation, it is the other way around. To be perfectly honest, right now I can't remember, but I'm sure it'll come back to me by next lesson, now, watch the bloody film." She pointed the remote and when the screen turned on, she threw that down too, before slumping into her desk chair.
Fletcher and I shared a look of worry, automatically, before quickly looking away again.
Pfft, like he even cares about Tanith.
Dick doesn't care about me. Clearly.
As the film wore on, and Juliet's mother said (in my opinion) the most moving line ever – Juliet, BLEERGH! – the tense silence between us became almost unbearable.
But that problem was solved when slutty Jizzy decided to take a walk down the class room, and try to show off her loo-roll cleavage to Fletcher...
Not that I cared.
Even though you do...
Anyway, Jizzy was all bending over and practically falling out of her top, and Fletcher was shifting uncomfortably... What the frigg else was I gonna do?
Throw the contents of my water bottle down her top. That's what.
"Ahhh!" She screamed. "Oh my God!" She flapped her hands in front of her chest like that was going to do anything.
Fletcher had jumped up from his seat and made a sound that resembled Juliet's mother in the film.
Tanith looked over from her desk, and sighed in irritation. She took her feet down from her desk and strolled purposefully toward us. "Right! What's going on over here!"
I swear she's getting too into the role of English Teacher... jeez, lighten up.
"She just threw water all over me!"
Actually... it was forest fruits quash, but you know best!
"Valkyrie..." Tanith chastised me. And I felt guilty... for about a second.
"The whore was practically falling out of her shirt!"
"It doesn't give you the right to humiliate her!"
"She was humiliating herself when she walked into school looking like she'd been screwed from behind by Godzilla."
Someone from the back laughed and another hooted.
"Valkyrie, I think you need to watch what you're saying."
"I think she needs to watch what she's putting inside her, I mean c'mon. She's a herpes pandemic just waiting to break out."
"Valkyrie!" Fletcher said.
"Now, Val..." Tanith started.
"No!" I cut her off, "The stupid whore has been trying to get into Fletcher's boxers from day one, just because she knows that all the boys around here are dull enough to shag anything that moves, does not mean she can add him to her list of conquests. I'm not going to sit next to him get a bit happy in an English lesson, and not do anything about it."
Silence.
"And people do say that cold water is good for downing a hard on."
Everybody was staring at me, and Jizzy was hoping around trying to take her top off, but at the same time not, because God knows if she did, she'd be swaying in the breeze.
Whore.
"Valkyrie..." Fletcher started.
"Whaaat?" I whined, turning to face him. He looked like a startled beetle.
"Do... Do you really think I would find that," he pointed at the flapping Jizzy "Appealing in any way?"
I remained silent, not really wanting to reply. "Because if you do," He continued, "Then clearly don't know me as well as I thought you did."
"You know I find myself thinking the same thing." I spat back at him.
"What?"
"Do you not think I was surprised and a little bit upset yesterday?"
"This has to do with yesterday?"
"Everything has to do with yesterday!" I threw up my hands in frustration and got out of my chair, so did he. I tried to leave, but he blocked me.
"Do you want to talk to me? Or are you just going to be some stupid little girl who hides away everything that's going on in her head until she snaps at somebody who doesn't deserve it?"
Smack!
The sound of my palm connecting with his left cheek was deafening in the silent room. It was a liberating feeling, to smack him, but when he looked at me, his cheek red, I felt a painful twinge in my chest. I shook it off.
"Doesn't deserve it? Fletcher, since we got here, you've been a prick. Okay? A prick, so anything you've got coming, you deserve."
"Especially if it's a punch off me, her boyfriend." Lake stood up then, pushing out his chest, trying to make himself taller.
"Oh, shut up you stupid little boy this really doesn't concern you." I sighed.
"Yeah, back off, Lakey." Fletcher puffed out his chest too.
MEN! AARG!
"Fletcher, you're just jealous, because she likes me more than you."
"Oh yeah? How about now?"
Boom!
Fletcher's fist collided smack at Lake's nose.
Blood – everywhere.
Screaming – Lake, Jizzy, girls because blood got on their designer shit.
Hissing – Fletcher. Lake has a thick head.
"Alright, fucking dick-" Lake launched himself at Fletcher and a freaking brawl started out right in the middle of English.
Two boys fighting over me, should be hot, right?
Wrong.
Turns out, Lake can't throw a punch for his life, and Fletcher was doing his best not to beat the absolute shit out of him. Because he could do it.
Shame he was failing miserably.
"Okay, okay, enough before I kick, both your asses." Tanith got herself between the two boys, and they immediately quit fighting because, what kind of man hits a girl? Tanith sighed and grabbed both of them by an ear.
Multiple 'ow!'s chorused from both of them as she dragged them from the room. "You too, Valkyrie!" she called as she went.
Who the fuck doesn't love school?
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