Ruthless

Chapter Two: Rumour Rumour

*before prison*

My foot tapping restlessly on the carpet in the classroom, I snuck a peek at my watch reading 2:59, one more minute left...

The bell rang and I was out of that class faster than you could say "Shit, a Zombie!" I power walked all the way to my locker dodging through around people as they plod their way to get home whereas I can't leave fast enough. My boyfriend Mitch was waiting for me at my locker since his last class was closer to both of ours, (I pretty much memorised all the groups time tables) with my bag resting on the floor beside him I hoisted it up and over my shoulder, stuffed my books in my locker, gave Mitch a hug and a kiss and we headed off to meet Holly, Jason and Luci.

Whilst we were walking we heard a bang and some curses, then a figure was charging away from where the sound was coming from and smashed into me head-on. I yelped as I went down Mitch grabbing my arm just in time as to prevent hitting my head on the floor.

"What the actual- Holly?" I was really confused. Holly was panting and I offered her my water bottle and she accepted it greatfully. We waited patiently as she took gulps of water (I'm gonna need to refill that soon at the rate she's going). She finished, her breathing was coming back to a normal rate and her face was turning back to her normal colour.

"Holly... What the fudge is going on? You just smashed into me." There was a pause, Holly still trying to take control of her breathing, managed to start talking.

"Belle" she said "Belle she knows" Mitch stiffened and his eyes went cold. I was confused, still addled from being pushed down and slung back up in a matter of seconds. "She? Who? Knows what? What's going on?" My voice was getting louder each word and Mitch had to tell me to lower my voice a little. Slowly easing myself up the three of us hurried over to meet Jason. When we got to where he was standing with Luci whilst on his phone he gave us a perplexed look, we must of looked like crazy people speed walking for no reason.

Before we were walking to Jason I was quickly briefed about what happened with Holly, Turns out the daughter of the president of the world (yes the world) found out what I was.. Being illegal and all that, her knowing about this could mean prison life for me...

Oh. FudgeBalls.

We managed to keep it under wraps but now we have to get back to my place and think of a way to make sure this doesn't get out in the open, rumours spread like wildfire around here none of us needs this, and I especially don't want to go to prison.

Rushing in the house I said hello to my mother who was sitting on the couch watching the new series of Survivor who nodded in acknowledgement, we all were in a stampede up the stairs and raced into my room, a comical sight indeed.

My room consists of; a blue camo covered single bed in the corner next to my window, a blue rug in the middle of the floor, light blue, green and purple beanbags on the rug in the middle of the room, a desk and chair on the opposite side of the from to the bed with my laptop and monitor, posters of my favourite bands and singers (You And What Army, Boyinaband, Cryaotic, Veela, None Like Joshua, Gorillaz and Andrew Huang) a rainbow chest of drawers and a mirror on the wall.

My three guests (why call them guests they pretty much live here) sat on each bean bag so I sat on the desk chair. Mitch started telling Luci what happened as she had no clue why we were in such a rush to get here,

Luci's eyes widened, she knew what this meant.

"Well, shit" was all she could say for the next five minutes. The president has access to all the information and files about every single human being that lives today, that along with internet history. We aren't even allowed to have certain keywords in our searches. That doesn't stop me from having posters in my room.

Now let me explain the source of our problem as of today.

Evelyn Davis, the school brat. Actually, the world brat. Being the president's daughter has its perks, and she uses every single one of them, along with the riches the family has (why the hell enrol to a public school then???) she is the most spoilt person I know. The second she turned sixteen she asked for her license, (without taking the test mind you) a sparkling new car, (she got one beforehand in preparation for this day alone) coloured pink of all things.

Before her father was elected we used to pull pranks on her as a retaliation for her verbal abuse. When he was elected, a group of boys in my grade covered the house and front yard in toilet paper, let's just say, they went to prison for that.

When Luci finished saying "well shit" a few more times, we sat there quietly.

Mitch sprang up from his chair and grabbed his laptop out of his bag which was resting next to the beanbag he was sitting in just a second ago. All of us whipped our heads around to face his direction , our thoughts we were forgotten as he typed rapidly on the keyboard. I walked behind him as he sat down on the beanbag again and peered over his shoulder to try and look at what he was typing furiously .

He had opened up Facebook and he was writing so quickly that my eyes couldn't keep up with it.

I was speaking quietly as to not phase his speedy yet somewhat elegant typing whereas mine was loud and rushed, his was fast yet careful and graceful. "Mitch? What are you typing?" The other three came up behind Mitch as well so we could all get a good look at what he was working on.

Mitch spoke in a whisper "Something that the school won't forget, and what poor Evelyn will never. Live. Down." He said "poor Evelyn" with so much sarcasm that it could knock old, fat Mr Davis down.