Trouble Times Two

Chapter Two

Tuesday

I get up and work out before I shower and get ready for school.

I wasn't stupid, I was almost immediately aware that the eye had been placed on me, another object of Donovan's desire, except, he wasn't really interested me and I was just another pawn in the play of Donovan Shepherd.

I, Giana Blackwell, would try my absolute hardest not to let that happen but who knows? Maybe there was some merit in the rumoured charm of Shepherd.

I couldn't hang out with him though, it would destroy the progress I had made, as a sober, non-violent teenager.

I sit down and meditate a little bit before I put my helmet on, grab a skateboard and go to school.

I get there and put my skateboard and helmet away in my locker before making sure it's secure. His little cronies were not breaking another skateboard because even though I could buy some more or use others, it was annoying.

I go to biology, where we are currently learning about anatomy. Not cute with all the teenagers.

We wait for everyone to get to class and a girl sits next to me.

"Ana, right?" She asks and I shake my head.

"Don't talk to me. I know Donovan sent you, so please go away. It'll make both our lives easier if you do." She nods, stands up and goes away.

Lola Tate was Donovan's, gay, girl best friend. 

A lot of girls were jealous of Lola whenever Donovan would hang out with her while he had his meaningless relationships with them, so Lola made it abundantly clear that she had no interest in Donovan by coming out. I was impressed.

The real person those girls should've been jealous of is someone who wouldn't have even been a 'threat' when they were in a relationship with Donovan. That's the girl who he'll commit to.

Maybe we wouldn't even see that in Donovan's lifetime.

I sit through that treacherous class but a question lingers on my mind, where is Donovan?

He's in this class and that's what concerns me.

So shortly after two confrontations with him, he suddenly eases off and leaves me alone and simply doesn't come in, along with the two of his bootlickers, who were also not here.

I try to shake it and make my way to English again and this time, I put my bag on the seat.

Mrs. Talianis seems relieved when she does the roll call and Donovan doesn't answer, along with another one of his bitch boys who's in the class.

The thing is, Donovan's so called friends are nice people who seem to throw away their morals as soon as their friend is involved. That's horrible, for both parties.

I saw how hesitant his friend who snapped my skateboard was to do so and it almost seemed like he was annoyed with Donovan afterwards.

I just suck it up and listen to Mrs. Talianis go on and on about Romeo and Juliet for another hour.

I know I was upset for her yesterday but only because it was so unfair, by definition, she was an incredibly boring woman who displayed the typical characteristics of any typical 40-year-old woman, animal-obsessed, husband-obsessed and always bartering on about her children, so children-obsessed.

I don't think she knew that I know her daughter, and I'm not sure she wanted to know either. The stuff her daughter and I used to get up to we're not something she wanted to hear and I'm just glad Mr. and Mrs. Talianis managed to get Saoirse out of our mess before it got too far.