LITTLE HELL RAISER
Chapter 3
Fucking Bitch
Art.
Not a class that I'm looking forward to taking.
It's not that I'm bad at art, actually I'm really good, it's just that something always happens in my art classes.
Every fucking time.
When I walked into the room, I pushed those thoughts aside when I realized that I was the last to arrive. Naturally, it meant that everyone was looking at me. Not that I minded or anything.
The instructor must have noticed that the room had gone quiet because he chose that moment to look in the direction that all his students were staring.
When his eyes landed on me, they got as wide as saucers. I noticed that he wasn't bad looking at all. He was young and kind of plain, but definitely not bad looking. So, I just smirked at him and walked up to his desk.
In my breathiest voice, because I just love watching him squirm, I said, "Can you sign this for me..." I trailed off, not knowing what his name was.
"Landon. I mean, Mr. Vladamir, and yes, I can sign that for you." He said, with his eyes still wide. I laughed lightly to myself at his mistake. After he signed the paper, I asked him if there were assigned seats.
"No, Isabella, you may sit where you like." After he said this I decided to poke the fire a little. I mean, that is what I do. So, I leaned in a little and breathed, "Thank you, Landon, and please, call me Bella." and winked at him. I chuckled when his breath caught and turned away from the desk.
Come on, I have to draw the line some where when it comes to flirting with my teachers.
I quickly scanned the room for an empty seat and immediately smiled a little when I noticed the only available seat was by an extremely attractive boy.
When I got to the seat, I didn't immediately sit down like I assume he was expecting.
"Mind if I sit here?" I asked him. Not like I had much of a choice anyway but I figured, if I wanted this art class to be different than all the rest then I might as well be polite.
His blue eyes stared at me a little more before shaking his shaggy blond hair out of his face and smiled kindly at me and said, "Not at all."
I have to say that I'm a little disappointed with his response. I would have preferred him to be a dick to me and say something along the lines of, 'Not like there's a choice', but sadly that didn't happen.
I smiled back and batted my eyelashes a little before pulling out my chair and sitting down. Once I did, Landon, I mean, Mr. Vladamir told everyone that we wouldn't be starting any real projects until next week so he gave us all permission to talk and sketch.
I decided that my weapon of choice for this free week would be Prismacolor markers and colored pencils.
When I started making my basic outlines for my drawing, the attractive boy started talking to me.
"So, what's your name?" He asked unenthusiastically. I smiled, actually smiled, and replied, "Bella Swan. How 'bout you, what's your name?"
"Jasper Hale." He said in a scratchy yet attractive voice.
"Nice to meet you Jasper Hale." I replied.
"So, I have to ask you something." He said seriously.
"Ask away, I've got nothin' to hide." I said.
"What on earth made you want to move to Forks, Washington? I mean, come on, no one is out past nine o'clock." He said exasperatedly.
I laughed and said, "Well, I decided that I needed some new faces and scenery so I moved here to live with Charlie. Little did I know that this place had a fucking curfew."
He laughed also and said, "Well, I hate to break it to you but you picked the wrong place for that. And believe it or not, this town doesn't have a curfew, people here honestly just go to bed at nine.
"That's just sad man...well, is there at least some cool people here?" I asked. I was hoping he understood what I meant by cool. The look on his face when I asked told me he did, which, I'm not going to lie, really surprised me.
"Other than myself," he said jokingly, "No. At least that I know of. All the decent people are in Seattle."
I heard a few people scoff, and I rolled my eyes at them.
"Well, shit. I guess you're just gonna have to deal with being stuck with me then." I said jokingly.
He laughed and said, "Honestly, you're like a breath of fresh air in this place. Like you're real you know?"
"Thanks. The last thing I was expecting since coming into this school was to make a decent friend." I said smirking at him. He smirked back, while I turned my head back to my paper and began working again but still asking questions.
"So is there at least a decent music scene around here?" I asked.
"Depends on what you consider decent. Do you like watching middle aged men get drunk and karaoke sad country songs? And before that, watching all the little teeny-bopper girls sing Shania Twain songs?" He asked seriously. My jaw fucking dropped. Is he serious?
"Uh, no. Taking Back Sunday and Protest the Hero are more my speed." I said. His face just lit up like a light bulb.
"They are like in my top three favorite bands. Yeah, TBS is playing at the White River Amphitheater in Seattle on September 10th. Hey! I could totally hook us up with tickets, my cousin does the lighting for them. Would you wanna go with me? If I got the tickets I mean."
"HELL FUCKING YES I WOULD GO WITH YOU!" I shouted a little to loudly. The class turned there attention to me, and I just smirked at them while, Mr. Vlad gave me a look. I just winked at him and he stopped.
I looked to my right a little, and noticed a short girl with short black hair glaring at me. What the fuck is her problem... When I glared back at her she backed off.
I looked back to Jasper then and said in a normal voice, "Hell fucking yes I would go with you." I smiled when he laughed and just bobbed his head up and down.
"Sweet, hey give me your number so I can call you when I get them." He said.
"Sure. Give me yours too, I might just call you and see if you want to hang out later." I said. I wasn't trying to be flirty or anything, he just seemed like someone that could be a good friend. A friend that I could get high with and won't freak the fuck out.
Right when I was about to write my number on a piece of paper, my pencil was just yanked out my hand.
For the second time today, I was pissed.
I whipped my head around to find the girl with short black hair. She looked pissed too.
"What the hell?" I asked her angrily. She glared at me and said, "You are not just gonna give my boyfriend your number!" She shouted at me.
"What? Boyfriend? I don't even know you." Jasper said, frustrated.
Oh, this is good.
By this time everyone was watching.
"Well, you may not be my boyfriend and you may not know me but are you seriously just going to hang out with this, this slut?!" She yelled.
That was when I noticed the paintbrush in her hand. When she called me a slut, she whipped the paintbrush towards me and bright pink paint splattered all over my shirt.
Oh, that's fucking it.
I stood up from my chair and walked towards her, noticing when I was right in her face that I towered over her.
I glared at her and she looked scared.
Bitch should be.
"How the hell do you get off calling me a slut when you don't know me? I fucking dare you to call me a slut again shrimp. See what happens."
She must have thought I was all talk and no action.
Well, she was wrong.
"Slut." She said it slowly like I couldn't understand. People started snickering but that shit stopped after my next move.
Before she could even think about moving out of the way, I wound my fist back quickly and snapped it to her jaw.
Hard.
Fucking Bitch.
Bella's kinda scrappy isn't she?
So sorry for taking so long to update but, I have been busy with summer gym.
P.S. That info on TBS wasn't bullshit, so if you live in the Seattle area and like Taking Back Sunday, now you know where to go see them!
REVIEWS are better then punching a bitch!