Cursed Love

13

  This is dumb. Absolutely retarded and a waste of time. Why? Why oh why? What have I done to the world that made it hate me so much? See, it all started on the 15th of November. Our stupid dance teacher walked in, clapping her hands excitedly in anticipation. I should have known that it was a bad omen to begin with. "Children, I have some absolutely exciting news!"

  Yes, I absolutely hate her. She is those type of people who are all sunshine and daisies, blind to the real world. In her eyes, the world is a sweet innocent place and we will always be young, innocent children. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. As if. 

  "The school is going to hold a ball this December, on the 13th! Doesn't that sound absolutely wonderful? Of course, it is not all fun and laughter...unfortunately. The principal has decided that this will also be your etiquette and dance test therefore attendance is necessary," Why is she looking at me and me only? "and you must have a partner of the opposite gender." Why is she still looking at me only?!

  The room was suddenly filled with hushed whispers and giggles. I rolled my eyes, but inside, I was absolutely horrified. A ball? A freaking ball?! Ugh, I am so dead. Of all things. Couldn't the school be normal for once and hold a fun fair or something? I glanced down and so a few boys eyeing me so I gave them a death glare which said plainly, 'Oh hell no, unless you want to end up with a concussion and a stick up your---' You get the point. Then, I gave them the finger and that pretty much settled it. 

  James and I looked at each other. I smirked at him. Oh, pretty boy is going to have a tough few weeks. By his absolutely horrified face, I could tell he knew that too. 

  24th of November. The girls are still trying. Their perseverance earns them a bit of respect I guess...and so does their absolutely thick skin. They even resorted to 'accidentally' falling into James and batting their eyelashes shamelessly at him, totally ignoring me. I mean, ouch. I still strongly believe that I am way more adorable than James. Nah, just kidding. He can have all the attention he wants.

  So while James handle those vicious girls, I stand there trying not to laugh too loud and James would send me either a pleading look or a venomous glare. Of course, in the end, I will have to chase away that pack of crows---I mean, girls. However, he is not the only one suffering either. 

  I have to deal with all those jealous girls' stupid traps and tricks. One even involved a bucket of water balanced on the door. Seriously, that trick is way too old. I mean, how could you even think I will fall for it. I simply sidestepped it and in the end, the girl filming live got the water instead. Seriously though, if you are going to film, firstly, don't film live and secondly, why on earth would you stand so close?!

  Then, I have to endure those clumsy idiot boys who come ambling down to me and asking me out to the ball. Ew. Well, long story short, there are about 5 boys in the sick bay with dislocated arms, black eyes and a couple of broken ribs and wrists every few days. And I have landed myself in the principal office too many times to count. Note that tinge of pride. Furthermore, the principal tried to send me to therapy to help control my 'wild temper and troubled mind'. Needless to say, the therapists has all walked out in either tears or simply fainted.

  Anyways, we were walking down the hallway when we passed a group of giggling girls who kept playing with their hair, giving James goo goo eyes while sending me a couple of glares. Hmm...fun. "Seriously James, just pick a girl. They're getting on my nerves with their idiotic methods." I stopped and turned to face him, arms crossed, as I spoke in a loud enough voice for those girls to hear. They looked at me, unsure what to feel---anger or joy...? "Just pick a girl here."

  I tapped my foot impatiently as he looked around then allowing his gaze to rest on me. I cocked an eyebrow expectantly. He sighed. "Very well, then. You were the one who told me to do it, by the way." I rolled my eyes. Uh, duh. Obviously I am the one who told him that. Why on earth is he treating me like I am an idiot? "I have made my choice." He announced. The girls around him looked at him excitedly. I glanced at my watch. 10 minutes to class.