Disclaimer: Do I honestly have to keep puting these up?
Claimer: Adele. Duh.
To Shanon: Haha. Yes, "Gadele" will happen, even though it's taking a long time. Just be patient. And make an acount on here. It's annoying how we have to talk through emails :(
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The constant chirping was enough to drive any normal person insane, but the fact that every few moments they stopped to peek a look at me just made me feel like punching Christy all over again.
Since I had left, her group had grown. Angie sat way on the outskirts of the group now, and I could see by her facial expression she regretted chosing them over me. In front of her, surrounding the red head's bed was Eunice, Beatrice, Pinky and Lola, all cooing over her swollen cheek.
The girl's dorm was pretty big, so I ask again and again, to whoever was listening, why? Why did I have to share a room with Christy Martin? Why?
The horror novel in my hands did little to distract me from the whispers coming from her side of the room.
"Look at her, pretending she's all innocent."
"She's an absolute pig."
"Anyone have chocolate?"
"She sickens me."
Finally, I shut my book and glared at the six pairs of eyes which, in turn, were glaring back at me.
"You know I can hear you, and unless all of you want a black eye, I suggest you get out of my room. Now."
"It's not only your room," Christy snapped, sitting up in bed and trying to stare me down. "It's mine, too. And isn't it ironic that you yourself have a black eye? Shouldn't be talking about handing them out when you've been the victim yourself."
I narrowed my eyes at her and jumped out of my bed. Humor was caught in the back of my throat as all six girls shrinked away from my form. Fear. I could feel it. They feared me.
"You were there, Christy, when I got my black eye." I smirked at her as we both concluded that was the same day she got knocked out.
Christy's pointy nose turned sharply in the air and her eyes looked at the cieling.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course you don't," I said in a dangerous whisper, annoyance coursing threw my veins. I just had the sudden urge to hit something, and Christy's bruised face was looking so inviting...
"You know what I think?" Christy began in a lowered voice, pretending I shouldn't hear yet she made it clear she wanted me to. "I think she got a little too friendly with that physco, Gary, and he gave her the one-two. It's not her falt, though. Aren't physco's all aggresive beyond their control?" Her eyebrow perked as her eyes flashed to meet mine. Oh, yes, I know what she had in mind. Rumors. Beautifully fake rumors would soon reach my ears of how Gary had knocked me in the eye. Since our gym class was small, little to none would remember it had been Tom. They would all believe her, too, because of time after time Gary and I had conversed. Next to his "spies" I was the person he mostly talked to, so I assumed.
Not only was she starting a rumor in front of my eyes, she was daring me to contradict her accusation so she could spread yet even more rumors of how I liked Gary, which was sick and wrong even as a thought.
Oh, Christy, how I will love to kill you slowly. Instead of doing anything, I spun on my heel and headed out the door.
"Going to warn her boyfriend, probably," Christy snickered at my turned back. I pinched my eyes shut and hurried out of the dorm.
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No, I was not going to warn Gary about the rumors flying from Christy's fat mouth. I was taking a breather. Life here at Bullworth academy had gone from horrible, to liveable, to bad, to worse. I needed to escape it all.
I began running, my legs pounding the pavement as I turned out of Bullworth's front gate and headed left. Christy made me so angry, and instead of getting in trouble again, I decided to vent my anger out in Old Bullworth Vale.
I headed down towards the Carnival, but instead of going into the tunnel, I headed up to the burger joint, where a group of non-cliques (who appear out of no where...) stood, conversing.
"Look, look, it's Ms. Smith," one, who I put a name to as "Gordon", laughed. My eyebrows shot up as to how fast rumors had spread.
"How'd you--?"
"It's called a cell phone," Gordon pulled out his phone and waved it in front of my dazed face as if I was incompetent.
"Yeah, and it's 'Mrs.' Smith if you're implying I'm Gary's wife," I retorted, rolling my eyes. "Idiot..." I mumbled as I shoved passed him.
All through town, kids with cell phones recieved word about Christy's newly made rumor and spread it around to everyone, so that by the end of the day while the sun began to set, every single person in Bullworth knew.
And I can tell you right now, I was boiling at that point. Christy would suffer greatly for everything she'd caused. I just needed to figure out what was 'greatly' prank-wise.
In a daze of anger and confusion, I picked up a rock and chucked it as far as I could. It flew threw the air, as if in slowmotion, than, horrified, I watched as it impacted with a police officer's head. The officer turned around and waved his fist at me.
"You think this stuff is going to make you cool?" he hollered. I blinked my surprise when he began running after me, waving his fist in the air like a lunatic.
My feet began running even before I could comprehend what had happened. All I could see was the police officers angry face.
I had never run so fast before in my life. Why, I didn't know, but maybe it had something to do with the fact that the brutal police in these parts threw bricks at teens, and I feared for my well-being.
My legs pumped their way to the beach, where I dove for cover under the wooden planks of the docks. As I heaved for breath, pulling my legs up to my chest, I listened to the policeman overhead of me. His cursing and muttering was inmistakeable, and his heavy footfalls tapping off into the distance proved he wasn't much of an inforcer when it comes to escapees.
I rested my cheek on the surprisingly warm sand and closed my eyes.
Just for a second... I warned, just for a second.
XXX Author's Notes XXX
Ugh. The reason this chapter took so long to come out, and the reason its crap, and the reason its so short is all due to a horribly crappy week.
For starters my hamster died.
Second my teachers were being real bitches about handing in five million projects.
Thirdly I had to help my mom prepare for my own birthday. Yes, my birthday's this saturday. Yay me.
Sorry for the wait, and sorry it was such a long wait to a horrible chapter. I promise the next chapter will be as good as I can make it.
Cheers,
Bloodtoast.
Yeah, I didn't even bother to spellcheck this chapter.