AN: Highfive to EmberLex who actually reads these verbal garbage notes. Also I thought I fixed the 'Coded' Chapter thing but if its still happening can you PM me the chapter and I'll re-upload it. This chapters useless shout out goes to Favorite: TrinaFourTris892 for your chance to win this useless honour favorite the story! Now to stop this AN becoming too depressing and self hating ima stop here
Biology, 72 minutes of pain and my slight hang-over doesn't help. After my adrenaline racing nights sneaking out of my house, sitting still for so long listening to a teacher is painful. I stay quiet in my classes and never raise my hand, being like this is better. I can keep my parents off my back but get to live as I want without them suspecting a thing.
I let out a yawn, these nights out are taking a toll on my sleep pattern.
I have strategically chosen to sit behind Peter and his friends, I'll have to endure their childish topics of conversation but I'm hoping they will talk about last night. So far I've heard all about how loose some of the girls in my school are, and it's fair to say I want to hurl.
When the teacher Ms Mathews began her lesson all I could really think about was him, because he still didn't tell me his name, but neither did I, so maybe we're even.
"Did you see Four last night?" Peter asked his friends, there is always a weird dynamic when this group talks, it's like Peter is chatting to himself and Drew and Al just agree. This conversation sparked my interest, finally they were talking about the party. Unfortunately, all this talk of a 'Four' kid, all I want to know is if they have any clue who I am.
"Yeah" Drew said.
"Eric looked like he was going to blow, I can't believe he showed up" Peter replied, someone else who annoys Eric what's new.
"And did you see who he was with?" Drew responded, Al just nodding.
"Drew, is there something so important you would like to share" Ms Mathews asks dropping her text book on to her desk in a very uptight teacherly way. Ms Mathews has a reputation for being a strict teacher. Once in freshman year she made Myra cry four times in the orientation week.
"Huu" he responded. Its fair to say Drew isn't too bright, most of the time he's just following Peter's orders. "Uh whatever" he retorts, I think this was an attempt to act tough and above teacher authority. Well, it backfired giving him detention. I can't tell if it was ballsy or if he's an actual idiot.
Miss asked me to say back after class, "This will only take a second" she said. "Beatrice, I see potential, you're clearly a bright girl and I can see you fitting nicely into our academic teams". 'Academic Teams' to be blunt that sounds like the biggest waste of time, and most nerdish thing I could think off.
"I'm not sure Miss" translation: no thank you, "I don't think my parents would agree to this kind of thing" translation: I'd rather dissect my own eye.
"I think you should consider it" she responded.
The bell rang, damn, I've got to go. Not only do I not need the attention of rocking up to class late but if I want to keep sneaking out, I need completely oblivious parents and a tardy would bring unwanted attention.
"I'm sorry I've got to get to my next class" I say before dashing out of that awkward conversation. My next class is on the other side of the school, so I quicken my pace in hopes of just scraping in. Something feels not wrong in my arms, I look down at my books and… my pencil case is missing, Ahhh… seriously! Whilst I contemplate leaving it behind, before I look up, I run straight into something.
The force of the impact sends me flying back onto by arse, "Shit" I mutter. Now I am definitely going to be late. I let out an aggressive breath and look up at my obstacle, staring daggers. I make eye-contact with the one and only Eric and he does not look impressed. "Shit" I mutter once more under my breath. I can see why so many girls are obsessed with him whilst his face is harsh and moulded with anger, its almost poetic. He has an athletic build and is undeniably attractive. He's popular, but not in the sense the athletic Pedrad brothers are. He's known for the rebellious 'bad boy' act and for some reason girls want to be used and abused by him, I have no clue why.
Nobody is left in the hallway to watch this interaction, thankfully.
"Did the stiff just swear?" He mocks, looking down at me pathetic on the floor.
I have to bite my tongue hard to avoid saying something that will get me killed. His eyes show he's confused, like he's looking for something. I divert eye contact, I need to get out of there before he becomes suspicious.
I gather my things from the floor. "I'm sorry" I squeeze out, I try to make myself small and look venerable, like a terrified stiff should but all I could feel was anger.
"You will be" he threatens walking by me. Just when I think I'm in the clear he puts a hand to my shoulder and forcefully shoves me back down onto the floor. My books go everywhere. The paper around me I grab and crunch into balls with my fists. Anger bubbles up inside of me, sparking me to life. Deep breaths, I say to myself, I will get him back but I can't do it at school.
At lunch I sit in my usual spot with my brother Caleb and neighbours, Susan and Robert Black, you can tell I'm the height of popularity.
"Beatrice why were you late to history?" Caleb asks. I've been waiting for him to ask this question ever since I walked in late, I could see the curiosity in his eyes.
"Ms Mathews kept me after class" I respond.
"Why?"
"Some maths team thing" I look up at him and are surprised by his reaction, his usually calm eyes almost look jealous. This is new and interesting. "Actually, I was thinking of taking up her offer" I lie.
His eye brows furrow "I didn't think you had an interest in this sort of thing" he responded. "I don't know if it's a wise idea, you know how mom and dad would see it as a selfish pursuit of knowledge". I could tell he was trying to stop me from accepting, this would be normal Caleb but that hint of jealously made me wonder, is he doing this because he wants the spot.
"Yes, but do you believe that Caleb?" I was prodding into dangerous territory here, question things I've never questioned. At this question he's quiet, he's in thought. "You know you are right, I don't think I will accept" I pull back, having Caleb question my actions will create an uncomfortable tension. He still looked deep in thought, maybe I broke him. "Forget what I said" I say, which is as effective as a Band-Aid over a gushing wound.
I'm about to unwrap and eat my piece of school cake, it's the one non-bland 'essential' type food that I get to eat. I get it once a week and its my weeks only salvation. It's an amazing chocolate cake that is like nothing I've ever tasted.
I go to pick it up when a hand swoops down and takes it. I'm not even surprised by the face I'm met with. "Thanks stiff, you're so generous" Eric said in his signature angry tone. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to suppress my anger. "Oh, are you going to cry?" he said. This causes sniggers from Peter who was tagging along after him.
Deep breaths, I open my eyes and blankly stare at him, determined to not give him any satisfaction. "Your welcome, would you also like this apple" I say overly sweetly, whilst holding up the last piece of my lunch. I resist all urges to throw it straight at his ugly head.
He just stares daggers at me and walks away, my piece of cake in his hand. I turn around to face Susan, Caleb and Roberts, they're scared shit-less.
" ..wh what was that?" Caleb stuttered.
Hmm how do I explain this one. "Um, I bumped into him trying to get to second period, I don't think he took it to well", the look of shock still hasn't worn off their faces.
"Hey" someone says, "don't worry about Eric, he's a jerk". I turn to see tall Uriah Pedrad, he smiles at me, his smile looking white against his bronze skin.
"Yeah I know" I respond bluntly, "I would care a hole lot less if he hadn't taken my cake though".
AN: I listen to the same like 12 songs every time I write, does anyone have good suggestions?
