Chapter 11

hahaha! Hippie ruined evverrryyythiiinggg! that makes me giggle. Onward.

HI MistressMasquerad ! I 3 you! GOD I hate Layla.

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School

(Pandora)

So, last night had been a wee bit aggravating and I ended up taking a cold shower right after Warren left. I hate hippies. Fuckin' bitch. Redhead little...I can't even think of a good bad name to call her.

The next morning, I dressed in my black and blue 'goth' pants, a Slipknot t-shirt and a black hoody. I did my make up as usual, thick eyeliner with dark eyeshadow. I put my hair up in spikey pig tails and headed to the bus stop after pulling on my knee high combat boots. I headed out to the bus stop. Warren was already there.

He walked over to me. "Gooooodd morning!" he said. He sounded...cheerful...too cheerful. I mumbled a morning too, then was silent.

"Rough night?" He asked me, grinning.

"Shut up."

"Well, someone's a little growly this morning." He teased. I stuck my tongue out at him. The bus came, and we headed off to school.

I walked down the hallway with Warren, heading to my first hour class. Layla stopped us by stepping in front of us.

"Good morning, Layla." I said smiling. She glared at me. The hate that filled those eyes was so intense, it startled me, but I quickly regained my composure.

"YOU BITCH!" She yelled.

"What I do?" I asked her.

"You...Warren...you stole him from me!"

"I didn't steal him from you. He came to me all on his own." I grinned. She walked closer to me and slapped me full force. I was shocked. I rubbed my cheek where she had struck me. "Ow, that HURT you hippie bitch!" I yelled. Before I could retaliate, she tackled me to the ground and started punching the living shit out of me. Seeing my own blood on her fist, I got pissed off and rolled her over.

"Fuckin' A!" I said as I stood and wiped the blood from my lip. "You fight pretty damn well for a hippie." At that, I kicked her in the stomach, picked her up and threw her into a wall, then walked away. Warren was just standing there to whole time, in shock that flower child would pick a fight with me.

I walked to the nurse's office. My lip was bleeding profusely and my cheek was swelling up from the many punches I had just received. My ass had just been served to me on a platter. By a hippie. There goes my image. I walked in the room, and Nurse Spex was talking to another kid, so I waited patiently, hoping she would notice me soon. As much as I hated to admit it, my face fucking hurt.

She turned to me, finally noticing I was there. "What happened to you?"

"Layla. The little hippie packs a good punch when she starts a fight." I explained.

"LAYLA did this? Sweet innocent Layla?"

"Yep. She has successfully ruined my image." I complained, rubbing my face. "Now can I get some ice or what?"

Warren's p.o.v.

Holy hell, Pandora just had her ass kicked by a hippie. What the hell? I thought. I was in complete shock.I didn't even see Pan head off to the nurse's office until someone bumped into me.

"Aren't you gonna go after her?" I heard some random person say.

"Huh...oh...yeah." I headed after her. I ran down the hall and into the nurse's office. Nurse Spex was handing her some ice.

"Hey how you feeling?" I asked.

"Well, I just got my ass handed to me on a silver platter by a HIPPIE, my face hurts like a bitch, I have a headache, my lip is busted open, A HIPPIE beat the living shit out of me, and now I have to deal with everyone all damn day, how the fuck do you think I'm feeling!" She yelled.

"Not good I take it."

"Duh."

"Wanna go home then?" I asked her.

"Uh..yeah. Spex, that okay with you?"

"Oh by all means, go!" I had never heard that woman sound so sarcastic. She didn't even give us suckers as she normally would! She shooed us out the door and sent us to the office with passes to go home. With little argument from Principal Powers, we were on our way home. A day of rest, relaxation, and who knows what else was a head of us. Kick ass.

Pandora's p.o.v.

Kick ass. A day alone with Warren. No annoying hippie was going to interrupt us today.

I thought as I unlocked the door to my apartment. Warren stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. I pushed the door open and found myself being carried over to the one and only piece of furniture in this shit hole I call home. He set me down, and I stretched out on my couch, getting comfortable as he turned on the T.V. He laid down behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist, and rested his head on my shoulder.

"This is nice." he said.

"What is?"

"This. We have a day alone with each other with no one to bother us. This is nice." I smiled and nodded. I snuggled up to him more and started dozing off. Getting beaten up by a hippie is painful, and wears you out. I thought.

Warren's p.o.v.

I laid there with her in my arms, watching her as she slept. I had never seen such a beautiful creature. I felt HORRIBLE that I didn't do anything when I saw the love of my life getting beaten up, by LAYLA no less. Pan's plan of revenge had completely backfired and she seemed to be paying for it more than I had. Every cut, scrape and bruise on her body made me want to kill Layla. I would never let anything happen to Pan, but apparently I had let her, and myself down. I couldn't believe I had just stood there watching it all happen.

This was the final straw. The plan was over. Layla can go fuck herself for all I careI'm in love with PANDORA and there's not jack shit she can do about it.

a/n sorry this took so long to post...i just kinda got sick of writing. Life has just really sucked lately, and writing a 'love' story doesn't help the misery. FUCK YOU (to the whorebags who flamed me)