Hey! This was going to be Day Five, but I kept referencing Day Four so much that I just decided to make this Day Four (part 2).
Hope you enjoy it and review it and all.
Day 4 (part 2)
Tabitha, it seems, orders the same lunch every day, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, crackers, an apple, and a chocolate milk—a lunch that she's had for ages, Athena related. She'd sit by herself, always a book open for homework or recreational. Occasionally, she would look up from her sandwich and book to follow people, as they passed by her table, with her eyes.
On Monday, it seems that Tabitha, while having her eyes on Blank, followed him to the table where Athena was sitting at, waiting for Kat and Patrick. Immediately, she felt the birth of a new hatred for this woman, this unknown woman, although she also had the gnawing feeling that she knew this woman, an old hatred returning. Tears were brimming at the surface of her eyes, the hot, salty tears stinging her eyes. She quickly gathered her books, threw her lunch away, and exited the courtyard to the bathroom, that, incidentally, Kat had gone to on Friday. She remained there until the end of lunch, trying to remember who she felt this hatred for. Her thoughts were interrupted by the lunch bell. She swiftly wiped her tears off and applied a bit of powder to her face before heading off to her favorite class of the day, math.
She hated the class, the teacher has absolutely no idea what the hell he was saying, but the reason why she loved it so much that it outshined all the cons: William Blankenship sat in fount of her, his cinnamon aroma filling her nose every time he moved.
She made sure that, today, she wore her cutest clothes. He had the weekend to cool off; she thought something like that as she sat in the middle of the room. She was one of the first people in the class and spent the next few minutes getting out pink, flowery notebook and two number two pencils. The seat in fount of her was still vacant, as she nervously knotted her eyebrows, bit her bottom lip, and glanced up at the clock.
It read 11:34, with the second clock ticking its way towards the twelve. It had twenty more ticks until the twelve.
Nineteen.
Eighteen.
Seventeen.
Sixteen.
Fifteen.
Blank swiftly walked in, dropped his books on his desk, and sat down. Tabitha smiled when Blank entered, but her smile soon vanished when he didn't look at her. The bell rang and the teacher soon began the lesson.
It's okay, she thought, looking at the back of Blank's head, with her head leaning on her hand, he'll talk to me once the lesson is over and Philips's given us our homework.
But, the bell soon rang, and Blank was the first one out the door, before Tabitha could talk to him. It was at that moment she knew that it wasn't just enough to slander Kat's reputation in fount of the school. She would have to do more. An evil look appeared on Tabitha's face as she thought this and, as if by luck—pure luck—, Kat came walking by her, death stares and evil eyes stabbing her as she ducked her head down low, in order not to be seen.