Grace's Third Eye

Chapter 5-Where were we? Oh yes... Hatred

Her as Grace. You like? Sorry for the way it looks, I cant fix it.

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"Grace stop kidding." Miss Haseon said to me, to everyone else she said, "You may all leave now, I don't want you to miss class because of the insolence of one child." I swear I can feel her sentence dripping with hatred.

Everyone but Jace left the room. He just sat there and stared at me expectantly. I wondered why he even bothered to stay, then I realized he had math and he hated math. Of course he is just using me as a way to skip class. We can always ring his neck if you wish, its a faster death than by staring. Stupid subconscious always got to be so witty. As are you. And right. As I am staring at Jace, Ms Haseon clears her throat.

"You too lovebirds can finish whatever you guys were doing later, right now we have a story to tell."

Scoffing I say, "I'd rather get hit by a bus then date or even like him." Jace just looks at my with pink cheeks. Then, I realized maybe he does have feeling for me, maybe-

"Pshhh, please. Ms. Haseon, don't make me snap my fingers in a Z-formation." Jace starts. Never mind then.

"Jace either shut up or leave." Ms. Haseon narrows her eyes at him. I'm actually starting to like her. She has some potential to be a very good teacher. Maybe she actually could be my favorite teacher in this school, just for that remark that she just made towards Jace, but I shouldn't get my hopes up that she will actually continue to be like this towards Jace all the time.

"But, I want to hear Grace's story." He starts to wine and his eyes start to get huge. He looks like a wounded puppy. I have nothing against puppies but I have something against him.

"Jacey-poo, leave this place at once." I say adding an extra sass at the end of my sentence. Ms. Haseon just looks at me if I won the Nobel Peace Prize.

" But i'm your ride home, remember?" He says will on his phone. He has an IPhone, what generation I don't care.

"Since when were you my ride home?" I reply.

"Since your friends texted me and told me that you needed a ride home."

"I can take the bus."

"I live just down the street from you, its not a bother."

"Did I ask you if I was a bother? No."

"Grace, stop being difficult."

"No." I add super sass.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Die."

"After you." Just as he says this Ms. Haseon clears her throat and we both look at her annoyed for interrupting our conversation, it wasn't a meaningful one but it still was a conversation none the less.

"Maybe we should do couple's counselling for you both." She retorts. We both look at her as if she had grown three heads. I just turn back to Jace and continue our conversation from where we left off.

"Jace, I am perfectly capable of taking the bus. As for finding new friends however, I don't think anyone can help me when I am in prison."

"For what?" He asks genuinely confused.

"For murder." He just looks at me for a second then looks down to the floor. As soon as I said that I regretted it. Ms. Haseon took an interest in our conversation now, she started to write everything we said.