My favorite enemy

Chapter three | not just another dumb blonde

I hadn't slept all night, I rarely do. I can't stop my mind from running 100 miles a minute. Insomnia fucking sucks, and having to wake up at such an ungodly time every morning doesn't help, but it gives me something to do.

I don't do much to get ready, although I do keep my hair nice and kept. It's like my most prized possession, if I could frame it like a nice trophy I would.

I throw on a plain black tee, some grey jeans, and my black sneakers before I throw my bag over my shoulder and head out of the door. Besides my hair, my truck is my favorite thing. She really is a beauty, I call her Veronica.

I don't want to fucking go to this place.

I don't even know why I came back here, maybe a sense of familiarity. Despite the fact that I wanted nothing more than to crawl back in my bed, I started my truck and drove in the direction of school.

When I get there, I hop out of my tall truck before flicking my cigarette from between my fingers and stepping on it. I shut my door behind me and march my way towards the entrance.

I ignore all the whispers, I knew what everyone thought of me but I didn't give a shit. It may have been years ago, but even then and despite being young I knew how kids were.

They probably assumed I was some nuisance, or some weirdo who thought he had a right to be there.

Before I started thinking too much I walked right past everyone and started making my way to my first period.

Before I can successfully make it there, I get stopped by Daniel. The only reason I knew his name is because he unwillingly introduced himself on the first day.

"Hey man, you know it's a little rude to not introduce yourself. This is Justin." I look between the two of them, still keeping the same cold stare that I always kept.

Before they can continue, I cut them off. "Yeah well quite frankly I don't care who you are, now if you don't mind I have somewhere to be." I watched as they both tensed up, but I simply just kept on walking. I didn't feel like having a meaningless conversation with a bunch of assholes.

I overheard Justin and Daniel talking about skipping out first period moments before, so I figured I wouldn't have to face them after our encounter. Not that I was scared, which I most definitely wasn't, I just don't want to deal with anyone's shit considering I'm in a bad enough mood.

I set my bag beside my desk and sit down, I picked the back corner because it means less people to talk to and less questions to be asked. Mr. Smith starts his lesson and I unknowingly stare off into space towards the front of the class.

My eyes wander, I was an observer. Just because I didn't talk much doesn't mean I don't see a lot of things. I continue looking around when my eyes fall on a long blonde ponytail.

I turn my attention towards it, I noticed her on the first day but I didn't pay any mind to her. There's many other blonde bimbos here who look the exact same. But for some reason, now I'm getting the sense that she's not like the rest of them.

I watch as she flicks the pages of her book, clearly examining every word on the page letting her eyes wander between sentences. After a bit she turns around to talk to the person behind her.

I watch as she laughs, her dimples poking through as she smiles. Light blue eyes, almost a pastel. And those lips, Jesus.

Before she catches on to me staring at her I look back down at my desk, trying not to look any more than I'm welcome to.

Just then Mr. Smith tells us to close our books and turn our attention towards the front of the class.

"So, clearly everyone's enjoying the book so far." Everyone groans, everyone but me and blondie who sits up front.

"Oh come on, some of you seem to be engaged in it. Right? Mr. Smith gives blondie a sly grin and she chuckles a bit, but doesn't reply to his comment.

"Anyways, I want us to have a class discussion about it.." He says as he makes his way to his desk, leaning on it.

"As you know, the book is based quite a few decades ago, my question is.. do you guys agree with the standards they had set for women in that era?"

The class almost goes silent, but of course blondie is the first to say something.

"No, absolutely not." She continues and the class starts making muffled noises, as if they're getting ready to watch a football game.

"I think the standards they had for women back then were quite unfair actually.." she states as Mr. Smith listens and nods.

"And why do you think that, Scarlett?" He asks clearly interested in what she has to say.

"Well you see, as a man would you want someone walking all over you day in and day out. Only allowing you to speak when spoken to?" She says confidently.

"Just about every woman was a stay at home mom, that would equal to about two and a half full time jobs, but men work one job and think that they do more than their stay at home wife. I think that's ridiculous, men have always had it easier since the beginning of time. The world was made for men to succeed and thrive, but what do we get?" She says almost as if she's running out of time for the words that are rolling off her tongue.

Mr. Smith does nothing but nod his head, "Okay, that's a reasonable argument. Would anyone like to counter that?" He asks, scanning the room.

The room falls completely silent, but not before someone I don't recognize chimes in.

"So what you're meaning to say is you're complaining about the fact that you didn't have to work a day in your life, all you had to do was wipe the child's nose and have dinner on a plate for me when I got home." His cocky chuckle makes my ears nearly ring.

"Are you kidding me?!" She scoffs as she turns around. "As a woman caring for children we're expected to give up our lives all because you guys didn't know how to not instantly orgasm at the touch of a woman. The woman has the responsibility of raising their kid to flourish, but the man gets all the credit whilst they sit back and watch with their feet propped up." She says in a rather annoyed tone.

The classroom rang with varies of "oohs" and "awwws." And to no surprise that was enough shut the kid up, And quite frankly Mr. Smith didn't have much to say either. He turned around and continued with the lesson.

Even I myself was stunned at what she had to say, and here I was under the impression that she was just another dumb ditzy blonde. I chuckle under my breath as I look her way. As she's turning back around to face the front of the classroom she catches my stare.

For some reason, I don't have it in me to look away. I hold eye contact for what feels like forever before trailing my eyes back down to my desk.