Although it's the First Time

Chapter Eight: Confrontation

Everything was awkward.

After that night I found it incredibly difficult to be around or even look at Vincent without my heart viciously throbbing against my rib cage, threatening to burst.

I wasn't sure how to approach him after his comment. I stopped meeting him on the rooftop at lunch and went back to my bench. In biology, I stopped talking to him.

I continued this process for about a week until things became troublesome. The cheerleaders and preppy girls seemed to notice me more... Not in a kind way, of course.

One Thursday, Brooke decided it was her turn to grab my attention once more.

"Hey! New kid!" Brook shouted, stomping her way towards my bench with the rest of her clique.

I looked up from where I was sitting and watched her raise her hands and rest them onto her hips as she began furiously talking. Too bad for her, I couldn't hear a single insult.

"Could you repeat that," I interrupted, pulling my earbuds from my ears.

She and her girls looked at me, slightly stunned, then quickly replaced it with anger again.

"I said stay away from Vincent you little tramp! I saw you holding his hand after the baseball game. And I see how you talk with him after third period (biology). He's way out of your league and he's mine!" She exclaimed.

I stood up from my seat, brushed the wrinkles away from my shirt, then tucked my clenched fists away in my cardigan pockets. "Let me correct a few of your mistakes before I give my argument. First off, Vincent is not an inanimate object, he cannot be 'yours'," I lifted my hands into the air and imitated quotes with my finger before replacing them into my pockets.

"Secondly, I'm no tramp. You are. Lastly, HE was holding my hand. I wasn't holding his. This leads me to my point, if he was out of my league, why was he holding my hand instead of yours? Have you ever considered that maybe he's out of your league?" I raised an eyebrow slightly cocking my head.

Brooke and her group of hyenas began giggling hollowly. "You're starting to piss me off. How about I have my girls give you a few beauty markings to remind you about who you are?" Brook asked sarcastically.

"If they're so beautiful why don't you ask them to give 'em to you? You could use some remodelling," I asked in return with a lopsided smirk.

Brooke raised her hand in attempt to slap me, but had I caught it midway and pushed it back against her face.

Honestly, I even was surprised I did that, because that definitely not something I would normally do. I guess one could say my actions were based on instinct.

Her friends began throwing pencils. books, their lunches and other various objects at me as I attempted to block a few. Someone even threw a can soda into my right shoulder causing pain throughout my arm, but I refused to show. To make it worse, when the soda fell into my toes and dirtied my shoes.

At this point I was already fed up. I really couldn't believe these people were actually starting a physical fight because of a single boy. If anything, they should've been throwing sodas at him for making them jealous.

"I don't have time to waste on a person who couldn't even win a verbal fight," I stated with anger. I picked up my books and bag and began walking away.

"Also, this isn't Animal Planet. Having a herd of cows behind you doesn't intimidate me. In fact, it just shows me how much of a weakling you are to have them behind you as you attempt to start a fight you've already lost," I yelled over my shoulder. My comment was returned with a hard object thrown to the back of my head.