The Boxer's Girl {COMPLETED}

Chapter 25• Bon Voyage

Chapter 25• Bon Voyage

🍫 Ella's POV 🍫
"Bridget," I said, dragging out her name. "Turtle is being mean, it won't budge."

Incase your wondering, turtle is the name of my locker. I came up with this recently, and I named it this because the door has a massive arch that bends out. So we named it turtle because of the slight curve. Advantage is that I can fit a small amount of extra stuff in and my bag won't fall out of my locker when I open it.

"Urgh," Bridget grunted, "it was the last available locker for a reason. But why, oh why did it have to be different to the rest. Hey! It's just like you!" Bridget got enthusiastic at her sudden findings.

"Hey! That's mean." I over-dramatically pouted.

"Oh please, I could be meaner." Bridget said and with a flick of her hand her hair was swaying to her back, in a performed way.

We both laughed and once my locker was opened we went to our last class for the term. Yes, that's right, 2 week holidays!

Technically I should already be on holidays for the road trip, but we decided to cut it down to just the first week of holidays and maybe one or two days in the second week. I really could've used a week off from school, travelling.

Our last class, Bridget and I had Visual Communications together, and I remembered the letter I sent into the University of Design and Engineering, hoping that design really is my career path in life. I haven't decided what specific classes I'll enrol for, if I get in. That's a big 'if'.

Walking out of my Viscomm class, across the hall Courtney came strolling out of a classroom. She immediately saw me and I immediately saw her, which caused Bridget to immediately catch up behind me and glare at Courtney.

She gave me a swiftly sweet smile, or grimace, and walked towards us with her hips swaying from side to side unnaturally.

"Hope you girls have nice holidays!" She said once she was in front of us in the middle of the hallway. "Don't forget, on the road snacks aren't as good when they've already been tasted." Courtney winked and spun on her heels, leaving Bridget and I gaping at her. I was frustrated and confused and shocked all at once. She isn't implying that...?

No, who would even think that! And if she thinks that I did then she is also calling me the nasty 'S' word.

Furiously, I turned around and stormed down the hallways. Bridget struggled keeping up but she stayed on my tail, mumbling to me words that would supposedly make me feel better, such as: "Don't let her get to you," (that was the most normal thing she said), "she is one hella crazy bee-atch.", and "The next time I see her, I'm going to pull her bottle-blonde hair out strand by strand and then make her look at herself bald".

"I just wish I could've said something instead of standing there, jaw slack like an idiot!" I finally breathed out with my eyebrows constantly knitted as close together as they could. I felt like slapping myself in the face, over and over, with a brick and then using a truck to constantly run over Courtney's toes, and then I would get her hair straightener to burn off her hair, maybe even her perfected eyebrows. I strolled out the school's doors, stomping my feet in a child-like manner.

"What's stuck up your ass?" I heard a voice say.

"Not you-" I snapped but then turned around to see Blake standing with a smug face until his face dropped into one of shock. "Oh my... I... " I couldn't explain my angry situation because I felt nothing but embarrassed. I shouldn't even have turned around to see who it was, I shouldn't kept walking. Actually, I should have kept my mouth shut. Not every male is as bad as they are in my head.