How Far?
Chapter Six: Learn
Disclaimer: Same as always
Many people are naïve or blissfully clueless. I am not one of them. I know that nothing usually goes the way you want it to unless you make it go that way. Some people are sheltered so they don't have to know about the real nitty gritty of life.
I sat watching Gordo and Lizzie make out in the hallway. On Friday he was so angry with her unfaithfulness. I couldn't believe how much of a dumb ass he could be, but everyone has undesirable qualities that help shape who they are. Gordo must really love Lizzie to not even acknowledge that he knew or he must be one big fat idiot. I sighed with disgust as I slammed my locker.
"Something plaguing you, Melina," Matt asked.
"No, nothing at all," I said sarcastically.
"Melina, you've been acting really weird lately. What is wrong with you? You should be able to tell me. I'm your best friend," He said worried.
"There's nothing you should know about! Leave me the hell alone," I yelled tearfully.
"Melina, tell me what's wrong," he said as he touched my shoulder.
"You wouldn't understand!"
More and more tears ran down my face. I couldn't control the tears from making my face tear stained. Matt's eyes showed concerned as he hugged me and stroked my hair.
"Tell me, please," He said softly.
"No!"
I broke out of his embrace and ran down the hallway to the bathroom where I went to fix my running mascara. I then saw Lizzie talking on her cell phone and pacing back and forth.
"Miranda Sanchez told him?! How did that little bitch find out?! Caitlin Beck told her, Caitlin is my best friend. How dare her! Does she want Gordo? Oh right, she's going out with Danny Kessler. Still, why did she tell her? You don't know? Ashley, how can you not know? Fine you little bitch; your days of ruling the school are over, same with Caitlin! Later you slut, don't want to see your ugly face ever again," She angrily hung up the phone and stuffed it back in her purse. She then took out a cigarette and lit it and began to smoke it.
"What are you doing here," she sneered.
"I wanted to fix my mascara, I was upset and it started to run," I said truthfully. "Oh, that's why you use water proof," she said wisely. "Why were you upset?"
I couldn't tell her why, she would figured I was the one who told one of her blonde lackeys and make my high school career very miserable, even after she graduated, so I had to make a believable excuse.
"When did you pick up smoking?"
"It calms my nerves, the nicotine just takes my troubles away," she said she looked at herself in the mirror. "You want to give it a whirl?"
"No thanks, kickboxing calms my nerves," I lied.
"I wish I was athletic, I wish I was different. Be proud of who you are, Melina. Don't ever make yourself be anyone you don't want to be. So, tell me, what's bothering you?"
I had to make the best excuse ever, yet again I was just adding to my mountain of lies that I had made to cover my pathetic ass.
"Beginning high school has been very overwhelming for me, and my friend said something that set me off," I lied with a sigh.
"People are such assholes," She sneered. "If you tell anyone about our conversation, I will make your high school career a living hell, even after you graduate." "Like I would even bother telling people that the famous Lizzie McGuire even gave me the time of day," I said mockingly as I exited the bathroom. Even underneath her trashy clothes and whorish make up was an actual human being who felt some emotion, maybe there was hope for her yet.
When I closed the bathroom door, I saw Rita and Taylor standing outside the door with scowls on their faces.
"What," I asked as I rolled my eyes.
"You suck," Taylor said proudly.
"Excuse me?"
"You suck as a friend, can't you see that Matt was trying to be nice and compassionate to you and you just blew him off?! What kind of person are you?!"
"My friendship with Matt is none of your damn business," I said aggravated.
"Matt's our friend too," Rita pointed out. When she did talk, she pointed out stuff that was already apparent, so she should have just been quiet to begin with.
"This obsession thing has gone too far! You need help! You're blowing off your friends; you're lashing out on them. What the hell is your problem you asshole?!" Taylor yelled.
"Wait, wait, hold on. You didn't tell him, did you?"
"He should know," Taylor said with a sigh. I honestly thought she told him, so my body took over my mind and I knocked her to the ground and started to punch her. I couldn't control my violence towards one of my good friends. It's just, the weirdest things set me off.
"How dare you?! You told him! I thought you were my friend! He doesn't need to know!"
"I didn't tell him! I wouldn't do that!"
Kids started gathering and chanting for us to go on. What were we? Clowns? We were clowns for their sick amusement; I then got off of Taylor and stood up facing the crowd.
"Why did you stop fighting?" one boy yelled. "Chick fights kick ass!"
I faced the boy who appeared to be a sophomore and looked him straight in the eye; he then backed off and ran like a ninny.
"Miss Bianca! I saw the whole thing, let's get you to the principal's office," said Mr. Pinker, the biology teacher who definitely needed a lesson in proper style.
Mr. Pinker grabbed me by the arm and led me to the principal's office which was a little ways down the hallway. Mr. Pinker was the strictest teacher there was, even if you sneezed during a test, he would say you were cheating.
The principal's office was a desolate place, or so it seemed to me. All the usual suspects were scattered in chairs around the office and watching them was a weasel like secretary named Miss Caruso. She watched everyone with her darting eyes and stared at everyone as if they were subhuman. It was no wonder why she never became, Mrs. Whatever. Rumor had it that after a boyfriend broke up with her, she'd kill them. Sadly, it was just a mere rumor that none of the faculty would believe, even if you gave them an all expense paid trip to Barbados.
I sat down in one of the old, faux leather chairs and looked suspiciously at some of the usual suspects. One was a girl who wore a dark leather jacket and curly blonde hair that skimmed her shoulders. She turned her nose up at me and I rolled my eyes. A big burly guy who seemed to be even taller than Parker McKenzie, stood in the corner eyeing everyone, probably to make sure they made no sudden moves.
"Melina Shannon Bianca," I heard a voice call from within.
I slowly approached the door and turned the knob, my judgment awaited me.
[A/N: *Sigh* I feel as though this story might be on the brink of going down hill. I will continue for the fans though. Let's just hope my next Fan Fiction will be better. As always, please review with your thoughts. Thank you.]
Chapter Six: Learn
Disclaimer: Same as always
Many people are naïve or blissfully clueless. I am not one of them. I know that nothing usually goes the way you want it to unless you make it go that way. Some people are sheltered so they don't have to know about the real nitty gritty of life.
I sat watching Gordo and Lizzie make out in the hallway. On Friday he was so angry with her unfaithfulness. I couldn't believe how much of a dumb ass he could be, but everyone has undesirable qualities that help shape who they are. Gordo must really love Lizzie to not even acknowledge that he knew or he must be one big fat idiot. I sighed with disgust as I slammed my locker.
"Something plaguing you, Melina," Matt asked.
"No, nothing at all," I said sarcastically.
"Melina, you've been acting really weird lately. What is wrong with you? You should be able to tell me. I'm your best friend," He said worried.
"There's nothing you should know about! Leave me the hell alone," I yelled tearfully.
"Melina, tell me what's wrong," he said as he touched my shoulder.
"You wouldn't understand!"
More and more tears ran down my face. I couldn't control the tears from making my face tear stained. Matt's eyes showed concerned as he hugged me and stroked my hair.
"Tell me, please," He said softly.
"No!"
I broke out of his embrace and ran down the hallway to the bathroom where I went to fix my running mascara. I then saw Lizzie talking on her cell phone and pacing back and forth.
"Miranda Sanchez told him?! How did that little bitch find out?! Caitlin Beck told her, Caitlin is my best friend. How dare her! Does she want Gordo? Oh right, she's going out with Danny Kessler. Still, why did she tell her? You don't know? Ashley, how can you not know? Fine you little bitch; your days of ruling the school are over, same with Caitlin! Later you slut, don't want to see your ugly face ever again," She angrily hung up the phone and stuffed it back in her purse. She then took out a cigarette and lit it and began to smoke it.
"What are you doing here," she sneered.
"I wanted to fix my mascara, I was upset and it started to run," I said truthfully. "Oh, that's why you use water proof," she said wisely. "Why were you upset?"
I couldn't tell her why, she would figured I was the one who told one of her blonde lackeys and make my high school career very miserable, even after she graduated, so I had to make a believable excuse.
"When did you pick up smoking?"
"It calms my nerves, the nicotine just takes my troubles away," she said she looked at herself in the mirror. "You want to give it a whirl?"
"No thanks, kickboxing calms my nerves," I lied.
"I wish I was athletic, I wish I was different. Be proud of who you are, Melina. Don't ever make yourself be anyone you don't want to be. So, tell me, what's bothering you?"
I had to make the best excuse ever, yet again I was just adding to my mountain of lies that I had made to cover my pathetic ass.
"Beginning high school has been very overwhelming for me, and my friend said something that set me off," I lied with a sigh.
"People are such assholes," She sneered. "If you tell anyone about our conversation, I will make your high school career a living hell, even after you graduate." "Like I would even bother telling people that the famous Lizzie McGuire even gave me the time of day," I said mockingly as I exited the bathroom. Even underneath her trashy clothes and whorish make up was an actual human being who felt some emotion, maybe there was hope for her yet.
When I closed the bathroom door, I saw Rita and Taylor standing outside the door with scowls on their faces.
"What," I asked as I rolled my eyes.
"You suck," Taylor said proudly.
"Excuse me?"
"You suck as a friend, can't you see that Matt was trying to be nice and compassionate to you and you just blew him off?! What kind of person are you?!"
"My friendship with Matt is none of your damn business," I said aggravated.
"Matt's our friend too," Rita pointed out. When she did talk, she pointed out stuff that was already apparent, so she should have just been quiet to begin with.
"This obsession thing has gone too far! You need help! You're blowing off your friends; you're lashing out on them. What the hell is your problem you asshole?!" Taylor yelled.
"Wait, wait, hold on. You didn't tell him, did you?"
"He should know," Taylor said with a sigh. I honestly thought she told him, so my body took over my mind and I knocked her to the ground and started to punch her. I couldn't control my violence towards one of my good friends. It's just, the weirdest things set me off.
"How dare you?! You told him! I thought you were my friend! He doesn't need to know!"
"I didn't tell him! I wouldn't do that!"
Kids started gathering and chanting for us to go on. What were we? Clowns? We were clowns for their sick amusement; I then got off of Taylor and stood up facing the crowd.
"Why did you stop fighting?" one boy yelled. "Chick fights kick ass!"
I faced the boy who appeared to be a sophomore and looked him straight in the eye; he then backed off and ran like a ninny.
"Miss Bianca! I saw the whole thing, let's get you to the principal's office," said Mr. Pinker, the biology teacher who definitely needed a lesson in proper style.
Mr. Pinker grabbed me by the arm and led me to the principal's office which was a little ways down the hallway. Mr. Pinker was the strictest teacher there was, even if you sneezed during a test, he would say you were cheating.
The principal's office was a desolate place, or so it seemed to me. All the usual suspects were scattered in chairs around the office and watching them was a weasel like secretary named Miss Caruso. She watched everyone with her darting eyes and stared at everyone as if they were subhuman. It was no wonder why she never became, Mrs. Whatever. Rumor had it that after a boyfriend broke up with her, she'd kill them. Sadly, it was just a mere rumor that none of the faculty would believe, even if you gave them an all expense paid trip to Barbados.
I sat down in one of the old, faux leather chairs and looked suspiciously at some of the usual suspects. One was a girl who wore a dark leather jacket and curly blonde hair that skimmed her shoulders. She turned her nose up at me and I rolled my eyes. A big burly guy who seemed to be even taller than Parker McKenzie, stood in the corner eyeing everyone, probably to make sure they made no sudden moves.
"Melina Shannon Bianca," I heard a voice call from within.
I slowly approached the door and turned the knob, my judgment awaited me.
[A/N: *Sigh* I feel as though this story might be on the brink of going down hill. I will continue for the fans though. Let's just hope my next Fan Fiction will be better. As always, please review with your thoughts. Thank you.]