Emma Johansson

Fighting Florence

Emma
When I got home on saturday Scarlett wasn't there. So I went over to Maria's but she wasn't home either. I could only pray that they weren't out looking for me but having a girls night or something. I was alone until Sunday evening, when Scarlett got home she gave me the silent treatment which honestly scared the hell out of me. She had never ignored me before and I knew I screwed up big time. On monday I got challenge to do some graffiti on one of the school busses, I mean it was never this easy to earn a hundred dollars. Besides I was still pissed that Scarlett wasn't talking to me so I took my anger out on the bus. 

Tom, Chloe and I were having lunch in the cafeteria at Tuesday afternoon as Florence came walking by with a few of her minions. 

"Maybe you should skip your lunch Emma, before Tom dumps you for being so fat. You know what you can borrow my gym membership maybe get some exercise." Florence said with an evil smile. I know that I'm not fat, on the contrary I have rock-hard abs but it still made me feel sad that she thought that I was fat. Why do I suddenly care what she thinks of me, ugh I hate her.

"Exercise? Bitch the only thing you ever do is running ya mouth, jumpin to conclusions and pushing your luck." I smile back

"Well if you ran like your mouth, you'd be in good shape." She said back stepping up-close to me.

I stood up so we were face to face only inches apart, if my eyes could kill, I swear she would have died three times over.

"Florence, I will only say this once so listen carefully. You are either on my side, by my side, or in my fucking way. Choose wisely." I spit at her. By now we had managed to gather a crowd around us. Everyone waiting on what was about to happen.

We stood there face to face, I could feel her breath on my face, and even though I was incredibly angry, I could see something in her eyes. Her pupils were huge and her breathing was just the slightly regged. Even though I was furious and ready to fight something in her eyes stopped me. And I couldn't help but notice a small skar just below her eye. Now I was looking at her up close I couldn't deny that she was actually pretty gorgeous. 

Before anything could actually happen I was pulled back by Tom and Mr Stan stood between us. 

"My office now" He said sternly.

We made our way to his office as some other students were whispering. 'Oh they in trouble now, Stan never gets angry.' 

As Florence sat down on the couch I made my way to his desk. Mr Stan walked in behind us taking a quick glance at the clock and closing the door. Resses would be done in 5 minutes.  

"Johansson please go sit on the couch." He said.

"No thanks." I smile, I was definitely not going to sit beside that bitch.

"NOW" He said angrily. What honestly kind of scared me. I could even see Florence slightly flince.

I made my way to the couch and sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Suddenly too self conscious to look Mr. Stan in the eyes. I opted for staring at my shoes instead. I could really use some new shoes.

"You too have been fighting ever since Emma got here. Florence what is going on with you?" He asked.

"Nothing! Why you asking me? She is the one who knocked me out. " She hissed back.

"Yeah well because of you I had to get three stitches." I yell back standing up and walking right up to her. Hovering over her. 

"I can't help it that you bruise easily." She said standing up so that we were face to face once again. 

"Ladys, Ladys, ENOUGH!" Stan said, breaking us apart.

I quickly sat back down on the other end of the couch turning my face away from them as tears started to run down my face. What Florence said reminded me of something my father used to say to me back when I still lived with him.

"I really wished I didn't  have to do this but you two leave me no other choice." He said as the bell rang. I did not trust the smirk that was on his face. 

He walked out of the office and we followed behind wondering what he was talking about. I made quick work of erasing any signs of me crying so no one would notice. He made his way to his classroom and went in. We followed since we had Russian right now in our schedule. He pointed for us to go and stand in front of the class and we obliged. After everyone was seated and the tardy bell rang he addressed the class.

"Good afternoon everyone as you can see we have a special announcement today." He said pointing to the two of us.

"You all now how every year the school host a charity event, this year Tom Holland is in charge of organizing the fundraiser and he has asked me to help him with volunteers and an idea for an booth. My idea was to organize a daycare booth maybe teach some Russian to the little ones, and Florence and Emma have been so nice to volunteer for us. The event is on Saturday and you are all free to come by and watch Emma and Florence teach little kids." 

"WHAT?!" Florence and I said in unison. Stan just ignored us and told us to stay after class for the details. Then we were excused to our seats. 

"One last thing, starting tomorrow we will be working on a project in pairs of two. You will be writing a essay about the Russian Civil War in Russian for 40 % of your grade this year. There is no need to make pairs, I have made a list that I will put up on the door for you to see your partner as you leave the class." He said and the hole class sighted in response. 

The rest of the lesson went by without any hiccups and before we knew it the day was done. And I was so ready to go home. As everybody was leaving and checking their partner there was some buzz and people giggling looking back at Florence and I who had to stay after. 

After Mr. Stan had lectured us about the consequences if we didn't show for the fundraiser we were excused. Relieved the day was over I couldn't wait to get the hell out of here. I didn't even bother to look at who my partner was, they will probably just text me anyway. That was until I heard Florence behind me.

"Oh come on Mr. Stan seriously. Why do I have to do the project with Emma?" she yelled

Great, just as I thought my day couldn't get any worse.