So apparently, Beacon Hills was back to being the usual psycho killer spawning spot it used to be, what with another murder on hand. Apparently it was a pretty nasty one too, which didn't exactly help me sleep at night. To make things worse, it turns out that the number one suspect went to our school, the victim's own son no less. Isaac Lahey. It made me shudder to think that I'd walked down the same halls as him, even bumped into him. Scary. At first it seemed alright because he was placed in custody for questioning, but then it hit the news that he'd somehow escaped and was on the run, so now we had another murderer running around freely in Beacon Hills just mere weeks after closing the case on the last one. Yeah, Beacon Hills is a vacation paradise, I'd recommend it to anyone so long as they were willing to risk possible death via murder or animal mauling. It's fifty-fifty at this point, it could go either way for anyone.
Another thing that wasn't okay was Jackson making Lydia cry, which really ticked me off so after finding out what he'd done and going to see Lydia with red, puffy eyes, I'd gone on the warpath. I stormed straight into the boy's locker room, ignoring all their protests and their haste to cover themselves in their varying stages of nudity and went directly for Jackson. He turned around, hearing my heels clicking against the floor and just as he caught sight of me, I balled a fist and pummelled it so hard into his face, his head snapped back and hit the locker.
"You are an absolute pig Jackson! I told you to stay away from Lydia, why the hell did you have to go make her cry?!" I thundered, breathing heavily as Jackson clutched his nose whilst agonising over the pain, everyone else just staring in shock. I was so done with his crap I just couldn't help myself. I punched him again, this time in the stomach then kicked him in the shin, aiming my next blow for his balls however just before I could do so, someone locked their arms underneath mine and hauled me back to keep me from absolutely ripping Jackson apart. "Let me go McCall! Let me go right now so I can beat this pathetic weasel to a pulp!"
"Calm down, you'll get in trouble if you start a fight." McCall tried to placate me but I was beyond caring whether or not I got in trouble, I just wanted Jackson to hurt as much as he'd hurt Lydia.
"You're crazy, you're lucky I don't sue you for this!" Jackson snapped at me, massaging his nose and face where I'd hit him but that only made me even more mad. McCall was shockingly strong, but with a sudden rush of energy I managed to twist free from him and clawed at Jackson with all my might. I scratched up his arms as he lifted them to protect his face, backing away desperately but got caught on the open door of his locker so I took advantage of his situation to do as much damage and harm as I could.
His blood was now covering my nails as I screamed bloody murder at him, naming every profanity I could as I felt a roaring rage like the crashing waves amidst a storm tear through me, making me just as wild, ferocious and out of control. McCall and Danny jumped forwards to tear me away from Jackson, pulling me away from him as people started to shout, drawing the attention of Coach Finstock. He yelled for everybody to get out of the way and just as he stepped into view, I managed to lash out my heeled shoe and kicked Jackson right in the tender region, making him grunt and drop to his knees in agony. Serves him right the asshole. "Powell! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Just letting off a little steam coach, that's all." Danny and McCall were still keeping a firm grip of me by the arms, holding me a good six feet away from Jackson who looked like he'd been mauled by a bunch of cats. For a moment coach just stood there and stared at Jackson, seeing the scratches, the bruises and now the possibility of him never being able to have children.
"Jesus Christ, what did you do, glue knives to your hands?" Lifting my chin proudly, I regretted no action at all. In fact, I was rather proud of myself and I couldn't help but note that coach was slightly impressed. "Forget the team, we should just send you out at our next game to tear apart the competition."
"Uh…coach? She did just attack our co-captain." One of the players reminded him so I shot him a filthy look.
"Shut it, Greenberg. Jackson, you alright? Come on get up buddy, a kick in the testicles won't kill you." Helping Jackson to his feet, coach quickly surveyed the injuries before looking to me. "You, get yourself over to the principal's office. McCall, you go with her and make sure she doesn't try slip away until I get there." Well, I guess it's time to face the music. No matter what happens, this was so worth it. Jackson heaved air into his body to manage his pain, lifting his head slowly to glower at me from under his brow so I smiled at him sweetly.
"Jackson."
"Cordelia." Oh yeah, I am so never going to let him forget I kicked his ass. When Danny let me go I gave him a much warmer smile, not missing the fact that although he'd restrained me he'd been as gentle as possible as a means not to hurt me. Such a sweet guy, it is such a shame that he's gay. I would be all over him if he were straight.
"Danny."
"Cordy." Like butter wouldn't melt, I rose up and pecked him on the cheek then gave his butt a cheeky slap as I turned on my heel and walked out of the lockers, everyone staring after me as I swayed my hips to accentuate my butt, knowing full well that everybody would be staring at my ass. At some point McCall remembered he was supposed to be following me as I headed down to the office, hurrying after me to catch up.
"So what was all that about?"
"None of your business, McCall."
"Sorry, it just seemed like it had to be something big for you to tear into Jackson like that." Pursing my lips for a second in thought, I couldn't help but smirk a little.
"Yeah well, I expect it'll do Jackson good to feel a girl's nails scratching into him for a different reason than usual." I glanced at McCall, wondering if he would get the innuendo but he just stared at me blankly so I just rolled my eyes. So innocent. He and Allison were a perfect match. Speaking of. "What's going on between you and Allison? According to her, her parents and everyone else in the school you guys are no longer together, but you two are still all over each other each chance you get. Don't think I haven't noticed you two sneaking off to be alone several times a day."
"What? Oh that, well it's kind of complicated." What am I, dumb? Actually no, don't answer that. From my look Scott seemed to understand that I wasn't going to take no half assed answers so he awkwardly shrugged, glancing around to make sure that no one around could hear us. "It's been difficult for us because we're not supposed to be seeing each other, her family told us not to date anymore and to stop seeing each other, but we're just going behind their backs and trying to keep it a secret." Suddenly his big doe eyes were filled with pleading, begging me in the most adorable manner as he asked me not to say anything to anyone, especially not Allison's family.
"How come? Mr Argent is awesome and her mom is nice too, why would they have a problem with you two dating?"
"It's…"
"Complicated. Yeah, you said that already." Clicking my tongue against my teeth I exhaled, wondering what the hell was up with the Argents recently. I know they just lost Kate, but it seems a little extreme to want Allison to stop seeing Scott altogether. From what I remember her telling me, they quite liked Scott at first, so did he mess up somehow and got himself on their bad side? What an idiot. By this point we'd arrived at the principal's office, which coincidentally, turned out to be none other than Allison's grandfather which I had not known until I read the plaque on the door. Once again Scott begged me to keep quiet so I waved him off as the both of us took a seat. "Sure, sure, I'll keep quiet but you owe me for this, McCall." His entire body physically relaxed at my reassurance and that annoyingly cute face of his just lit up with a smile like a puppy. Oh god, this is killing me. Ugh, somehow that face just makes me feel like I should help him or something. I bet those eyes of his were the reason he always seemed to stay out of trouble despite all the classes he'd been cutting since the start of semester. Oh screw it. "Daisies."
"Huh?" Sending Scott a sidelong look, I repeated myself for him.
"She likes daisies. They're her favourite flower. Get her some to cheer her up, she's been rather down lately, just don't be an idiot and tell her I told you to do it. She'll like it more if it's a gesture from you." Scott blinked at me in surprise, seemingly shocked that I actually had a single nice bone in my entire body.
"How come you're helping me?"
"Because McCall, your big doe eyes are as sinfully innocent as they are oblivious, which means I can't help but want to make sure you don't mess up and hurt Allison like Jackson did to Lydia, otherwise…" I flicked out my hand to show him my bloodied nails, making him flinch as I grinned at him maniacally. "You'll be the next one to feel these claws." Gulping, he nodded his head in understanding so I settled myself back into the chair, resting my head a moment to prepare myself for what was to come.
Sensing Scott move, I opened an eye to see him leaning towards me and sniffing. The hell? Catching me looking at him like he were crazy, Scott quickly pulled back and cleared his throat awkwardly. "You smell like the ocean." Unsure what to do with that information, I was saved from having to give a reply by the arrival of Coach Finstock who snapped his fingers and ordered me up and dismissed Scott. I was marched into the principal's office where I met a seemingly harmless old man with a welcoming smile, however the moment I laid eyes on him, everything inside me tightened into a frenzied panic, my instincts driving me to get out of there as fast as I could.
The only other time I'd felt a reaction to a person like this was that time at the mall when a stranger had approached Allison and talked to her about her skin tone, only now it was far more overbearing and I started to tremble involuntarily. "My, my, what do we have here? Is everything alright coach?" Each word grated against my ears and caused my spine to shudder as I stared at him, feeling nothing but an overpowering sense of fear. This man was dangerous. Lethal. I could feel a cold black nothingness emanating from his entire body with his head filled with deluded visions of grandeur and superiority. I felt no compassion from him, no capability of empathy or forgiveness, just an unholy vastness of wrath and hatred which left an acrid taste lingering in my mouth.
Coach was beginning to explain everything that had happened in the boy's locker rooms, launching into a full blown complaint that one of his star players had nearly been mauled by a wild girl who needed to be brought under control. As the daunting feeling of terror continued to escalate with no view to reaching a peak, my hand darted out and grabbed hold of coach's sleeve, gripping onto him for support as I felt my head begin to swim with voices and whispers, distant screams as I felt reflections of pain that this man had inflicted upon others without mercy. "Cordelia?" Coach stopped his harangue and looked at me, immediately seeing my clammy complexion, pale and sweaty as I shivered uncontrollably.
"Is everything alright Miss Powell?" As his voice caused only further impressions of pain and terror upon me, I felt everything crash at once as eyes rolled to the back of my head and I dropped to the floor, coach yelling in surprise and lunging to catch me. I heard him calling out to me, demanding to know what was wrong as the sharp scraping of a chair being pushed back felt like nails were being driven into my ears. The bright lights on the ceiling seemed to swell, blocking out everything else until finally it all just stopped when I fell into a comfortable unconsciousness, unable to feel, see or hear anything further.