Prove It

7

I walked into school, and Ellie ran up to me.
"Hey. Sorry for leaving you alone yesterday, but I had some mother-daughter bonding time. We went shopping together."
I smiled, and thanked the gods that Ellie was finally getting along with her mom.
Ellie smiled back at me, then her face turned serious.
"I heard you punched Chelsea!" She said, looking slightly shocked. "What did she do?"
"She was being a bitch to some girl, and I stepped in. She said shit about Jake, and I punched her. That was it."
Ellie smiled a slightly evil smile at me.
"Did you do any damage?"
I smirked.
"She certainly seems to think so." I said, pointing to a normal looking Chelsea, aside from the giant white plaster cast covering her face.
I chuckled as I passed Chelsea, walking to my locker.
"Hey Chelsea?"
She turned to look at me, a sneer already on her face.
"The look suits you. And I think you should say thank you." I said, looking bored.
"For what, you bitch! You fucking broke my nose!" She screeched.
"Oh, well now you finally have an excuse to get that nose job you've always wanted." I grinned.
"See you in class, sweet cheeks!"
I walked to my first class, grinning like a madwoman, with Ellie just staring at me.

5 minutes into first period, I was called to the principal's office.
When I got there, Chelsea was already seated in one of the seats across from Mr. Paullman.
Mr. Paullman was only about 30, and he was a very cool, laid back principal.
I sat down across from him, and immediately got to the point.
"Mr. Paullman, I'm not sorry for punching Chelsea. I'm fine with taking any punishment, but I will not do counseling with her. If you need to, you can call my mom." I stated, and leaned back in my seat.
Mr. Paullman chuckled.
"Ms. Adams, seeing as we've never had any trouble with you before, the punishment will be an months' worth of after-school detention. Ms. Montclaire," he said, turning to Chelsea, " you will have a week of cleaning the lunch room. There will be no counseling, as the guidance counselor and I have decided that it's hopeless."
Chelsea began to protest, but he just held up a hand to silence her.
"It is understood that while Ms. Adams might have thrown the first hit, there was some bullying going on before she came, and then some hair-grabbing. You are not completely innocent, Chelsea. Now, ladies," he said, motioning towards the door with his arm, "please continue on with your day. Ms. Adams, you will start detention today. Ms. Montclaire, you will start lunch duty tomorrow, in case you wanted to change as not to get your clothes dirty."
Chelsea and I walked to the door, but I turned back.
"Mr. Paullman?" I asked. He raised his eyebrows at me.
"How come I didn't get worse? I mean, I broke her nose. Shouldn't I get suspended or something?"
He smiled at me.
"Victoria, her nose was not broken. It was bloody, and slightly bruised, but not broken. I believe that violence wasn't the best option, but I also believe that you wouldn't punch anybody just for the heck of it. There must have been a good reason. So, I decided that you would learn your lesson just fine with detention, and nothing more serious."
He paused.
"But, Ms. Adams, let's not have to repeat this meeting. If it happens again, I will have to call your mother, and the consequences will be much more serious. Please, Ms. Adams. Behave, and be the mature one."
With that he dismissed me, and I walked out of there, smiling slightly.
So I guess being the under-the-radar quiet girl had its perks.
Huh. Who wudda' thunk it.
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--End of the day, bell just rang--

I walked out of my Home Ec. classroom feeling drained.
I was pooped, but I still had an hour and a half of detention I had to get to. I had called my mom earlier, and she said that we were going to talk about it when we got home. I wasn't worried because she was a great mom and pretty strict at times, but overall, she was pretty relaxed about everything, and trusted me.
I got to the detention room, and sighed.
The door opened, and I walked in to see an empty classroom except for the detention proctor, and surprise surprise! Alexander Storm.
I rolled my eyes, and went to sit in the back row, two seats away from Alex.
I did pretty well in school, but the back row was still always my favorite. Best place to look out a window, zone out, and not get caught.
The detention proctor cleared her throat, and Alex and I both looked up from our phones.
"There will be no talking at all times. Please get out school work to do, and if you have none, then please do something else at your desk, quietly. Thank you."
I immediately put my earbuds in, and took out a notebook to doodle in.
I could see Alex next to me, writing something.
I turned back to my doodling, but a crumpled up piece of paper landed on my desk.
How did u end up in here?
I sighed, and wrote back a response. Maybe if I answered, he would just leave me alone.
I punched the queen bitch. Hbu?
I tossed the paper back to him, and went back to doodling.
I heard him chuckle softly, and then the scratching sounds of pencil on paper.
The paper ball landed on my desk again.
Dammit. I thought to myself.
I opened it.
I pissed of a teacher. How long u in for?
I snorted.
Jeez. U make it sound like freaking prison. 1 month. Look. Just leave me alone.
I tossed the paper onto his desk, and felt slightly relieved and happy when I looked over and he wasn't writing anything.
I went back to doodling Batman and the rest of the superheroes. I wasn't obsessed, but I did have some Superman and Batman paraphanelia. You know, a snap-back or two, and some t-shirts.
The detention proctor stood up from her desk.
"Alright guys, I'm going to the bathroom. Please, don't talk and behave. I'll be back in about 5 minutes."
After she left the room, there was silence for about 5 seconds, until Alex broke it.
"So, are you a partying type of girl? Because there's a party tonight, and rumor is that it's going to be great."
I looked over at him, and smirked.
"Are you asking me to go to a party with you?"
I saw his cheeks blush a little, but he quickly replied with a "No, of course not. I'm just wondering."
My face turned serious again. "Good. Because even if I did go to a party, I really wouldn't want to go with you."
I turned back to my doodling, hoping that he got the message, and that he should just leave me the hell alone.
No such luck.
"Why? Why do you hate me so much? I mean, what did I ever do to you?"
I turned my body to face his.
"Do you really want to know?" He nodded. "Alright. Fine." I held up one finger. "Number 1. You're a jerk, and treat people you think are inferior like shit. Number 2," I held up another finger. "You think that just because you're attractive and have girls falling at your feet, that every single goddamn girl will fall in love with you! Reality check, they won't. Not every girl just wants a good-looking guy who's good in bed. Some of us want someone who actually cares." I was about to continue, but he held up his hand to stop me.
He had a crooked little smile on his face that was actually quite adorable, not that I would ever say anything.
"...You think I'm attractive? And good looking?"
I scoffed.
"Number 3, you are an arrogant, little brat who has an ego the size of Texas. Number 4, you use girls. You take what you want, then leave them, crying. I bet you don't even remember half of their names. You are like every single player. You think you're special. But, you're not. Someday there will be that person who doesn't take your shit. And then, when it's all over," I paused. "Alexander Storm, I hope you rot in hell."
I turned back to my desk just as the proctor walked in.
For the rest of detention, I ignored him, and he ignored me.
35 minutes later, the proctor announced that detention was over, and that we were free.
I grabbed my backpack, and followed Alex to the parking lot.
"Shit." I muttered under my breath.
"Ah, fuck." I took the bus this morning, and forgot to mention to my mom that I needed a ride. I guess I was walking then, seeing as I didn't have enough money for a taxi.
I began walking down the street, and sighed because it would take me at least an hour and a half to get home. I plugged my earbuds in.
I was walking down the street, listening to my music, when I heard the sound of a motorcycle next to me. I looked over, and Alex was driving along with me.
I sighed, and ignored him, focusing on the music blasting out of my headphones.
"Victoria! Hey, I know you can hear me."
I smiled sarcastically and gave him the middle finger.
"Leave me alone, Alex Storm. Let me walk in peace."
We reached the end of the block, and he sighed, running his hand through his hair.
"Look. I know I'm a jerk. But, do you need a ride?"
I was surprised. I had told him to go rot in hell, and he was offering me a ride home? This proves my point. Guys are frigging weird.
You know you want a ride. It will take half the time, and your legs won't be sore. A small voice in the back of my mind told me. Aaaaand, he has a motorcycle.
"Ugh, fine." I rolled my eyes. Sometimes I hated the inner me...
He smiled, and then frowned.
"I don't have another helmet." He said, staring at me.
"It's fine. What's life without a little risk?" I replied, climbing on the back.
I wrapped my hands around his waist, and gave him my address.
The light turned green, and he started driving.
I wasn't one of those girls who was afraid of motorcycles. I actually really loved them. I always wanted one, but my mom said I could get one when I could buy it myself. That dream went out the window right quick.
I leaned my head on his back, feeling happy. The wind blew my hair around, and I smiled.
The ride was silent all the way home, but when we pulled up at my house, I got off and faced Alex.
"Thank you for the ride. I'm sorry for saying that stuff about you. It's just, guys like you, you can't trust them. And," I paused. I shook my head. "Look. I'm sorry to have made you drive all the way out here. Do you, umm, want a drink or something?" I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
He smiled a genuine smile, and said, "Nah, I'm good." He paused. "But, you know, if you're feeling up to it, would you like to go to the party tonight?"
I bit my lip. "With you? Or would we just meet there and hang out?"
He thought about it for a second. "We could...meet there? It's up to you. Here, let me give you my number. That way, you can text me, and we can plan our plan." I put my password in, and we exchanged phones.
He tapped away at the screen. Meanwhile, I was scrolling through his contacts, and there were at least 30 girl names in here. I grimaced, but just left it alone and plugged my number in under a simple 'Victoria'.
We re-exchanged phones, and he smiled at me.
"Alright, I've got to go. Text me, Victoria. I hope to see you tonight." He said, putting on his helmet.
I gave a small wave as he drove out of the driveway.
Huh. Maybe I was wrong about him.
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A/N-- Hola, mis biatchichos! How's it going?
Alright, new character development! Yay! Sooooo, comment if you want, and feel free to tell me if I made any grammar or spelling mistakes, and other stuff like that.
Ohmigod. One of my friends (a guy) asked one of my besties (a girl) out (this is for the second time, because she broke up with him the first time), but she said no... He asked her by text tho. I feel like that's kind of cheap. Like, if you really want to ask, then friggin man up, and ask!
The thing is, she wanted to say yes. Buuuuut she kinda friend-zoned him. So, school on Monday is going to be majorly awkward!
Anyhoe, I just came to say hello! O-o-o-oh. I just came to say hello! O-o-o-oh. ;)
Adios for now,
<3 and xoxo,
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