Confessions of a Bitch

Cracks and Spirals

"Amanda, I think we should do our documentaries on something I find interesting," He pauses for a moment before his eyes brighten, "Bitches!" He leans back on his seat and raises his eyebrows up and down in a pedophile way. I don't reply. "And we could use you as the main subject." He continues. I glare daggers at him and wish I could attack him and make him an eunuch. "Come on Blondie. Aren't you going to say something?" His eyes bear down on me, daring me to turn down his offer. I roll my eyes. "Come on Blondie," He leans in, resting his arms on the table. "I know you want to." 

"Fuck off." 

He chuckles. "That's more like it. So what do you think of my idea?" 

I shrug my shoulders. "Sounds stupid." 

"Hey Davy boy." Georgia says walking up to us. She passes David a seductive smile before walking away. I roll my eyes. Whore please, take it outside. 

"How about we do it about Victoria. She's got the best tits. She might as well just work for me." He smirks. 

My blood boils. "Well, how about we do it on the girls you've slept with, man whore!" 

"Now that's the spirit Blondie." 

"So what topic are you two doing for your assignment?" Mr Gold asks, effortlessly dissolving the tense atmosphere. 

"High school bad girls." David replies. 

I abruptly stand up and leave the classroom. For the first time, I'm worried. The first day of year twelve went well, but my life isn't turning out like I expected. The thought of David touching Victoria sends my mind into overdrive. Who does he think he is? I hurry to the girls' toilets and grip the sides of the wash basin. My knuckles become white. Pain zaps through my fingers and arm, but I don't care. 

I turn around towards the white plastered wall, and before I know it, my fingers curl into a fist and slam it into the wall. A crack, the size of my fist is visible on the once smooth surface. Oh well who cares anyway? The bell rings and I walk out, intent on finding Victoria. 

I find her sitting by a tree munching on a piece of apple. She looks different today. Maybe it's the fact that for the first time in months, her hair is not in a messy bun, and she's wearing a short flower print dress. Either way, she looks beautiful. I hurry towards her, calling her name. She looks my way and grins. 

"Hey Sugar." She says as I sit beside her. 

"Hey." 

"What have you been up to?" 

I shrug my shoulders, "Same old stuff. I got myself another detention." 

Victoria raises an eyebrow. "How many detention slips have you received since year seven?" 

I say the words with pride, "Five hundred and eighty six." If I keep on going at this pace, I might end up getting a Guinness book of records award for having the most detention slips in high school. I turn to her. "How many have you received?" 

"Zero." 

"What?! You mean you've never had detention." 

She nods. "Unlike you, I'm a good girl," We laugh and she punches my arm. "How's your media assignment going?" 

I snort. "It's horrible." 

Victoria takes another bite. "Why?" 

"I'm working with Hotpants and we're doing the documentary on high school bitches, aka me." 

"So he thinks of you as a bitch aye?" I don't bother answering. "What about his concubines? Why can't you guys do a documentary on them?" 

"Because their perfume would kill me."