Chapter Four- Let Your Private Emotion Come To Me
~Miranda~
It's a brand-new day and I'm here to see it thanks to that asshole, Jacob. He always ruins everything, well, everything that's really important. It's another day of a harsh reality, not brother, no true friends, no love in your life . the only thing I have at this point is my belief in God, but right now, I'm still mad at him for taking Erik away. I don't think I'll ever get over that, EVER.
~Parker~
"We had so much fun last night, didn't we Gordo?" Lizzie asked he boyfriend. Everyone else thought they were disgusting, but I thought they were cute. Aww. I wish I had someone like that.
"Yeah, did you get your work done Randa?" Gordo inquired, pulling Miranda into the conversation for the first time this morning. Lizzie was sure keeping him occupied.
"Yeah. I was such great fun too." She replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
~Miranda~
"What's up with you?" He asked, confused.
"I had a bad day." I said, watching Jacob walk closer and closer to me.
"Hey Miranda." Jacob uttered, happily. I flicked him off.
"Kiss my ass." I replied.
"Whoa. What happened between you and Jacob? Parker asked as if he were Michael Jackson or something.
"Nothing." I mumbled.
"I think he likes you." Gordo teased as I gave him and evil stare.
"I wish you guys would leave me alone." I remarked, as Gordo, Parker, and even Lizzie followed me to my locker. "What is this?" I mumbled to myself, picking up a small note I had found in my locker. I didn't even read past the first sentence. It was from Jacob. Ugh.
"What did it say?" Lizzie asked nosily.
"Why don't you tell me?" I inquired as I tossed the note at her. Gordo pried it from her hands.
"It looks like I was right. Jacob says that he's not sorry about what he did yesterday and that he isn't going to leave you alone." Gordo whispered to me as Parker's eyebrows wiggled. Lizzie giggled.
"It's not funny. I hate that stupid asshole. I wish he'd get a life and leave me that fuck alone." I uttered, angry at all of them for being so . simple. And, I was even more angry at him for putting me on the spot like this.
"I hope you have fun during first period." Gordo teased.
"Isn't Jacob in that class?" Lizzie joined as they continued to laugh. Finally, they walked away, hand in hand.
"I hope you don't plan on going out with him." Parker muttered, a flash of jealousy crossing her face.
"Of course not. Do I look like I like him, even the slightest little bit? You can have him." I spat out as we took our seats.
"Good."
"Class, today, we are going to start working on our unit about India." Our history teacher, Mr. Thompson said, waking me up from my nap. Damn it.
"I thought we were working on the United States." Parker remarked. Even though she one of my close associates, she really got on my nerves in class. She was such a suck-up, a teacher's pet.
"Yes, but I thought we'd take a little break from that. After all, we've been getting American History since Elementary School. I just want to expose you to different cultures. It's a big world out there." He explained.
He continued to rag on about this and that . stuff I'd already knew. Unlike many of these simpletons, I'd already seen half of the world. I didn't need some pathetic, clueless history teacher to tell me stuff that I already knew.
"So . who do you want to work with . Miss Miranda?" Mr. Thompson asked as I shrugged my shoulders. "Come on, you must have a preference."
"Okay then . Parker." I said without looking around.
"You have to pick a guy."
"Why?"
"Because you always pick Parker, and I would like everyone to work with someone different."
"Why don't you just pick our partners or make us draw crap then?" I questioned him, growing impatient.
"It's easier this way. Do you have a preference?"
"No."
"Okay then, which one of you young fellows would like to work with Miss Miranda?" He asked as everyone looked away. Good. It looked like I was going to get my way after all.
"I will." I heard Jacob's voice say.
"Okay . Miranda and Jacob it is."
"No. I will not work with him." I yelled, my voice filled with rage.
"Yes you will. Miranda, a few minutes ago, you didn't care."
"No, I won't."
"Would you like to take this up with the principal."
"If it gets me away from you jackasses, then fine." I retorted, not able to hold my tongue.
"That's it." He uttered, handing me a referral.
"Oh, that's original."
"I hope you know that if you get one more of these, you'll be suspended and that does not look go on a college application." He whispered. I shrugged. My parents would figure out a way to get me out of this. They wouldn't allow their "daughter" to not go to college. It would make them look bad.
~Miranda~
It's a brand-new day and I'm here to see it thanks to that asshole, Jacob. He always ruins everything, well, everything that's really important. It's another day of a harsh reality, not brother, no true friends, no love in your life . the only thing I have at this point is my belief in God, but right now, I'm still mad at him for taking Erik away. I don't think I'll ever get over that, EVER.
~Parker~
"We had so much fun last night, didn't we Gordo?" Lizzie asked he boyfriend. Everyone else thought they were disgusting, but I thought they were cute. Aww. I wish I had someone like that.
"Yeah, did you get your work done Randa?" Gordo inquired, pulling Miranda into the conversation for the first time this morning. Lizzie was sure keeping him occupied.
"Yeah. I was such great fun too." She replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
~Miranda~
"What's up with you?" He asked, confused.
"I had a bad day." I said, watching Jacob walk closer and closer to me.
"Hey Miranda." Jacob uttered, happily. I flicked him off.
"Kiss my ass." I replied.
"Whoa. What happened between you and Jacob? Parker asked as if he were Michael Jackson or something.
"Nothing." I mumbled.
"I think he likes you." Gordo teased as I gave him and evil stare.
"I wish you guys would leave me alone." I remarked, as Gordo, Parker, and even Lizzie followed me to my locker. "What is this?" I mumbled to myself, picking up a small note I had found in my locker. I didn't even read past the first sentence. It was from Jacob. Ugh.
"What did it say?" Lizzie asked nosily.
"Why don't you tell me?" I inquired as I tossed the note at her. Gordo pried it from her hands.
"It looks like I was right. Jacob says that he's not sorry about what he did yesterday and that he isn't going to leave you alone." Gordo whispered to me as Parker's eyebrows wiggled. Lizzie giggled.
"It's not funny. I hate that stupid asshole. I wish he'd get a life and leave me that fuck alone." I uttered, angry at all of them for being so . simple. And, I was even more angry at him for putting me on the spot like this.
"I hope you have fun during first period." Gordo teased.
"Isn't Jacob in that class?" Lizzie joined as they continued to laugh. Finally, they walked away, hand in hand.
"I hope you don't plan on going out with him." Parker muttered, a flash of jealousy crossing her face.
"Of course not. Do I look like I like him, even the slightest little bit? You can have him." I spat out as we took our seats.
"Good."
"Class, today, we are going to start working on our unit about India." Our history teacher, Mr. Thompson said, waking me up from my nap. Damn it.
"I thought we were working on the United States." Parker remarked. Even though she one of my close associates, she really got on my nerves in class. She was such a suck-up, a teacher's pet.
"Yes, but I thought we'd take a little break from that. After all, we've been getting American History since Elementary School. I just want to expose you to different cultures. It's a big world out there." He explained.
He continued to rag on about this and that . stuff I'd already knew. Unlike many of these simpletons, I'd already seen half of the world. I didn't need some pathetic, clueless history teacher to tell me stuff that I already knew.
"So . who do you want to work with . Miss Miranda?" Mr. Thompson asked as I shrugged my shoulders. "Come on, you must have a preference."
"Okay then . Parker." I said without looking around.
"You have to pick a guy."
"Why?"
"Because you always pick Parker, and I would like everyone to work with someone different."
"Why don't you just pick our partners or make us draw crap then?" I questioned him, growing impatient.
"It's easier this way. Do you have a preference?"
"No."
"Okay then, which one of you young fellows would like to work with Miss Miranda?" He asked as everyone looked away. Good. It looked like I was going to get my way after all.
"I will." I heard Jacob's voice say.
"Okay . Miranda and Jacob it is."
"No. I will not work with him." I yelled, my voice filled with rage.
"Yes you will. Miranda, a few minutes ago, you didn't care."
"No, I won't."
"Would you like to take this up with the principal."
"If it gets me away from you jackasses, then fine." I retorted, not able to hold my tongue.
"That's it." He uttered, handing me a referral.
"Oh, that's original."
"I hope you know that if you get one more of these, you'll be suspended and that does not look go on a college application." He whispered. I shrugged. My parents would figure out a way to get me out of this. They wouldn't allow their "daughter" to not go to college. It would make them look bad.