Mental Homicide m.c. [A.U.]

Chapter 4

Dixie

The next few classes went smoothly and I was quite surprised. At my old school I would have had a bruise by now but here no one pays attention to me unless I am walking around with with Calum. But that is understandable since I am the new girl. I get a few mean looks from girls when I am around Calum but nothing other then that.

But I couldn't say the same for lunch. Calum went to sit with his friends so that left me sitting alone at the table in the corner.

"Why are you at my table?"I heard a familiar voice say which made me move my gaze from my book to see Michael Clifford. "No better question. Why are you here as in this school?"Michael snapped, sitting down in front of me.

"I could ask you the same,"I said closing my book and sitting it down in front of me. "But I asked first,"he said looking at me with a blank expression. "True. I just moved here and enrolled here,"I said looking back at him with the same expression.

"Why did you move here,"I was surprised that he was talking to me honestly. He's kinda mysterious. Especially his eyes.  It is like they hold a story. It's weird.

"I'm not telling you,"I didn't want to tell him that I am an orphan. I don't want anyone to know. This is my new start. And I don't want anyone to know about my past.

"Okay. Why do you live alone,"he asked me. Wow he is persistent.

"I live alone because I don't like anyone else.  Why do you live alone,"I shot back. If he is going to ask questions then I am going to ask questions.

I looked at him as I waited for an answer but I didn't get one. He shut me off and asked a different question.

"I just realized that I don't know you name,"he said looking at me.

"Dixie."

"Well Dixie. I hate you and don't talk to me. You are ugly and your voice is annoying. And get away. You are still sitting at my table,"his words hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Gladly because your breath smells like rotten eggs and your hair gives me a headache,"I shot back at him. I have been bullied since I was 5. It doesn't bother me anymore.

"Then my hair serves it's purpose,"he shot back with an annoyed look.

"Your hairs purpose is to scare any person within 5 miles of you,"I said looking at his hair in disgust.

"No honey. That is a bonus. Now why are you still here?"he asked me pointing at the table. I gathered my things and walked away. But as soon as I knew that he was not paying me anymore attention I walked over to him and spit in his hair.

I kept my distance and didn't make a sound so he didn't even notice. Therefore he will be walking around with spit in his hair until he takes a shower. I laughed to myself as the bell rang signaling that lunch was over.

The rest of the day I kept my distance from him, but every once and a while I would catch people pointing to the back of his head and laughing. Now I kinda feel bad for spitting on him. I was hoping by now that he would notice and wash it out in the bathroom but that didn't happen. He snapped on a few people and threatened to punch them if they didn't leave him alone.

When school was over Calum offered to walk me home but I declined the offer, not wanting him to judge me by the place I live in. But I did ask him if he knew any places that were hiring and he said that the music store downtown was looking and that I should check it out. And that is where I am going right after I get home.

As I was walking home I heard footsteps behind me and when I turned around I saw Michael Looking at his feet with his hands stuck in his pockets as he walked. I didn't think he noticed me until he said something. "You stopped walking."