“Do you have a pencil?”
I snap out of my thoughts and look up to see Jesse looking at me expectantly. “Wh-What?” I stutter, flustered that he finally acknowledged me.
“Do you have a pencil?”
I hand him a pencil and turn away not knowing what to say.
“Look, dude I’m really sorry about what happened in the hallway. I was momentarily pissed off and I—yeah sorry about that,” I blurt out.
He looks at me. Like actually looks into my eyes and I’m immediately star struck. His eyes are dazzling,bluer than the cloudless sky, or the Caribbean ocean. It feels like everything is falling away because all I can focus on are his spectacular eyes. Look away dammit Scarlett, get a grip.
He laughs. “Its fine. I get it, everybody has those moments.”
“Thanks,” I say and hold out my hand, “I’m Scarlett by the way.”
“Jesse,” he says as he shakes my hand, “Nice to officially meet you.”
And that is that. He turns back to Mr. Johnson’s lecture and so do I glad that I finally got that out of my system. Now that we have started on a fresh plate perhaps we could actually learn to be friends. If maybe I can have a conversation without completely drowning in his eyes.
Mr. Johnson’s class is coming to and end and I gather my books ready to walk out the door when the bell rings. Jesse didn’t talk to me the rest of class. He wasn’t being rude, cause trust me when I say Calc is hard. I may enjoy it but you need to pay attention to everythingbecause once you miss it, it’s gone. The teacher’s not repeating it either. The bell rings that annoying tune and I walk out of class, my thoughts taking over me. I’m thinking about Jesse, truthfully. I don’t know what it is about him. I’ve sat in class with him for an hour and a half and almost I feel as if I known him; I don’t obviously but still. I wish I could talk to him with being weird about it.
“Scarlett!”
I turn around and it’s Mr. Johnson running toward me. “This isn’t the first time you’ve been late to my class. I’ve given you your warning. Detention starts at ten o clock. Be there or you can expect a trip to the office.”
Of all things I want to do on my Saturday morning I can personally guarantee you that this is at the very bottom of my list. He walks away and I turn to go to my locker to get ready for next period brooding over what just happened when the famous Heather Winslow and her infamous clique pay a visit to my locker.
“Saw you in class today; spend a lot of time getting that gum out of your hair?” she smirks.
I slam my locker shut and walk right around her not trying to start trouble in the middle of the hallway. Don’t let her get to you.
“That’s okay don’t answer me, I’ll see you around even though sadly I won’t see your mom.”
I spin around anger blazing in my eyes. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
She examines her nails and looks up like she’s surprised to see I finally acknowledged her, obviously satisfied she got a response. “Oh you didn’t hear?” she mock gasps. “My dad had to lay off some employees from the store and sadly you’re mom was at the top of the list. Such a shame. Didn’t she tell you though? My dad caught her sneaking home produce without paying. And we definitely can’t keep thieves as employees.”
That, I was not expecting. “You’re lying,” I whisper. “My mom would never steal anything.” I’m not even sure what to do at this point.
“Sorry honey. I may be a bitch but I don’t lie.” She smiles a smile that has contempt written all over it. “You know, my dad told me she was lazy anyway. I’m not even surprised she’s a thief.”
I slam down my books ready to walk over to her and strangle her. The hallway is empty because everyone is in class right now. Nobody would know. I don’t care what kind of person Heather Winslow is, she will neverdisrespect my mother. Ever.
I stride over to her and she laughs. “You would never do anything Heywood and don’t act like it. You know it’s all an sham because you would never lay a finger on me and we both know it,” she snarls in my ear, venom slicing through each syllable. I clench my fists until it’s unbearable and I can feel drops of blood staining my fingertips. Anger and hate washes over me clouding my senses and before I know it the water fountain next to her has exploded spraying water all over her. Actually, no. It didn’t just explode it completely self-destructed making the water drench Heather directly. Her and her gang of wannabes scream and slide all over the linoleum floor until the fountain runs out of water and stops.
I’m confused until it hits me. I just did that. I just made a water fountain explode oh my God.I back away slowly. Heather looks at me from her knees on the floor completely soaked from head to toe.
“You freak! You did this—Somebody help! What the hell did you just do you fucking psycho! Get away—Get away before I call the police,” she shrieks.
I hear the nearest classroom door open. Probably a teacher coming out to see what all the screaming and shouting was about. So before I know what I’m doing I bolt to the schools exit.
“Somebody get her! Somebody get Scarlett!” I hear her cry as I run through the door and don’t look back once.
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Dla nastolatkówScarlett Heywood really just can't bear society. Her best friend is in love with her, and the new guy she likes doesn't even acknowledge her existence. But when she finds out she belongs to a different world, another universe. Is she willing to give...
