Crystal's Heart

VIII. This is so much fun

You know you think someone is hot until they open their mouth?

That's Ricardo Winston.

"Don't you fucking bring my mamma into this."

I can't believe it.

He's a complete mamma's boy.

Ricardo grabbed my collar and pulled me upward. I hate to admit this, but he got a bit of my respect - alot of guys wouldn't be able to stand up to a girl in public. Especially when she's behaving so irrationally. I admit it, I allow my emotions to get the best of me again.

I'm embarrassed that Ricardo doesn't remember me. I'd rather choose our fight to be him telling me to shut the fuck up and typical me being pissed at another person.

Sadly for him, he picks the wrong person to stand up against. I twisted my body and slammed him against the locker. My mom personally trained me and hired the best trainers in the world to train me. My family and therapist think it's a good stress reliever.

When he reached for me, I elbowed him, create some space and then knee his cock. That's what he gets for being a pervert earlier. He thinks he can rub one against me and not face any consequences.

When I got on top of him, his body froze. I grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him upward. You don't fuck with crazy.

With our faces close once more, I can feel his heartbeats again.

"What's going on here?!"

Of course, someone ruin my fun, especially while I'm winning.

After the students scattered, the teacher came closer to us. When he saw our peculiar position, he sighed, "Ricardo? Really? Again?"

Ricardo pushed me off him, "It's not my fault."

I got up and cleaned myself, "It's not my fault," I mimicked him, "Then, who's fault is it? Mine?"

"Yes!"

"What?! All I did was-"

"Crystal that's enough."

"But-"

"Crystal-"

"But, I-"

"Principal office. Now."

I glared at him, "Make me."

The teacher crossed his arms and paced toward me. Does he think his height scares me? Sure, it will. "You can either go to the principal office or you can sit and talk to me about your attendance. As in, you haven't attended a single one of your classes. So, which will it be? An hour lecture about how important education is, or five minutes of the principal questioning where he went wrong?"

My brain power shut down for a moment, and when it finally returned, I smiled and laughed, "Oh, you're not someone to be underestimated." I nodded, "Fair. Fair. I'll go to the principal's office."

I grabbed my backpack, and of course, being me, I smacked Ricardo's waist.

"You-"

"Ricardo."

"Uncl- Mr.Timberland."

Oh yeah, that's the teacher's name.

I smiled, "Welcome to Pandora Academy, Spaghetti."

He wants to pretend he never met me?

Fine.

Mr.Davenson did precisely what Mr.Timberland said, he questioned his existence. Instead of suspending me, Mr.Davenson increased my community service at the library and will be escorting me to one of my classes himself.