Unpredictable

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Kris's POV

"No Kristen, that's not how it works," My dad's colleague, Sheriff Lizzie said as she tried helping me with my math homework.

And by helping I mean doing. I have been tricking Sherriff Lizzie into doing my math homework since Elementary School. I know I shouldn't be taking advantage of her this way but what the heck, I'm not doing it. No way.

You are probably thinking how more lame I could get, first spending every day after school in the hospital where my mom works and now spending Friday night in the Sherriff's Station, where my dad works.

I'm probably the best daughter any parent could wish for, you know besides the fail heart and the dyslexia. Okay so maybe I am the worst. But hey I could have been worse. I could be those drug taking party goers that my dad was complaining about as he got a call about some high school party and possibly under age drug taking.

The usual Friday night shit.

And since the high school I go to in the only one for miles, it's probably them. At least once a month that douche Justin gets dragged in here. He is usually way too high to recognise me.

That made a perfect video once, my dad dragging an excited Justin in here, thinking it was Disneyland.

I remember 'leaking' the video that following Monday. Gosh the views I got were incredible. But of course, instead of being seen as the complete nutcase he is, the airheads from school gave him pat on the back and named him the 'coolest kid of 2013'. Did I get ant credit for that?

Nope, absolutely nothing. Maybe coming out anonymous wasn't the best idea, but if I came out now with all the other shit I had leaked, I would get punched for sure.

And besides, the hundreds and thousands of views per video on YouTube is paying for m college tuition. You know, if I manage to graduate or at least live that far. Maybe I could use it to get a car. Ooh I've always wanted a Range Rover. My dad says once I get my licence he'll hand be down his old jeep.

Ignoring the fact I am a senior, the only senior, in high school without a license, how lame is that? A Jeep? Really?

"You can't call my parents. I can't be here!" the yelling came first followed by my dad dragging in this week's unlucky asshole.

I took out my cell phone to quickly get a video of this. He sounds sober, but whatever. It will have to do.

I let out a huge snort when I saw who it was. River Hood. No way, wasn't he supposed to be an angel. Last I checked he was a role model son. This is going to be perfect.

Unfortunately for me, my extremely attractive snort had to have caught his attention. He turned his head to face me and looked completely mortified when he saw my camera facing him.

Now you are probably thinking, put your phone down you brainless being, he'll realize that I am the anon.

But of course, I was too engrossed at his reaction I was getting on camera to make that tiny realization.

"Kris! You are the anonymous bitch? How could I have not seen that? You are the only person with such a miserable life that you have to go around ruining everyone else's. Wait till the entire school finds out little Kristen," he threatens, clearly unaware that the guy holding him is my dad.

Right now I can only pray that my dad keeps his mouth shut. My dad is probably as hated as I am in my school because of the countless of times he has arrested almost the entire student body.

"Hey asshole, that's my daughter," oh no. He had to do it.

At that, River burst out laughing. Crap! If I thought before my life was miserable, it is about to be a thousand times worse.

"You are the little bitch's father. So that's where all that asshole genes is coming from. And here I thought she was just psychotic. God, this is gold."

You'd think by now I would have put the camera down. But of course stubborn me, couldn't do it. Putting the camera down is a sign of defeat. And bitch I am undefeatable.

Okay maybe that is a lie but whatever, I'm not letting him have the last laugh.

"Really, threatening the Sherriff's daughter in front of the Sherriff. Wow, I wonder how the administrator of, wait what school was it you applied to? Harvard, was it? How would the administrators at Harvard react when I send them this video? You'd be accepted for sure wouldn't you? Especially when they find out the reason you are handcuffed in the first place is underage drinking and drugs."

He paled slightly when those words left my mouth, but that arrogant smirk never left his lips.

"Oh well, at least I have a long string of other colleges that would still accept me either way. Not sure I could say the same about you though, miss-I-fail-at-everything. I mean you can't do sports, you are literally the last position in class every year and even there is more talent in a single strain of hair on Whitney Houston's corpse then you have in your entire body. The only reason you didn't repeat any years yet is because of you being so buddy-buddy with the principal. But remember, she can't do anything to help you get into college with your failed grades in black and white," he spat.

His harsh words didn't even get to me. Something is off about River. I don't know what it is but something isn't right. All those years in school, not once did he ever go that far, not even with me.

And I'm not just realizing this now. For the past couple of weeks he seemed a little angrier. He has also been skipping practise a lot recently. Not that I stalk him or anything. He just seems a little miserable, a little like... like me.

"Earth to bitch," he said trying to get back my attention. His vein on his forehead from earlier was gone and he looked a little surprised at his own outburst. He must have realized how similar his outburst sounded to my daily dialogues to him.

"Are you... okay?" I asked him, surprising myself and probably everyone in this room. They were all probably expecting some witty comeback to flow smoothly out of my mouth. Heck, I was expecting it.

With my head spinning, I turned around and tried to find a quiet spot to think. The further away I was from him, the more his words started to hurt.

Dang it, what am I even doing. I don't care about what the chucker thinks about me. I never have. His words aren't supposed to hurt. So why the hell am I feeling this way.

"Kris, what was that about?" Sherriff Lizzie asked as she came up behind me.

"That boy," was all I managed to say.

"You like that boy?" What the hell? Why is this always the first thing girls assume when there is a problem between a boy and girl?

"No that is not at all what this is about."

"Then what is it Kris?" I am honestly as confused as you are. I have a lot of emotions running through my body right now, but I can't put my finger on what any of it is.

"Just what he said, I guess it stung a little." But that's not it. Something stung, but it wasn't his words. Maybe it's his tone?

"Then why did you asked him if he was okay?"

"It's just... he never said anything that harsh before. I guess I got a little surprised. But I'll get over it. No worries."

"You sure? If you need any help, you know you don't have to be afraid to ask me right?"

"Ya, I know. I guess I should head home. I don't feel like facing my dad right now. How humiliating must it be for him for some stranger to scream out how useless his daughter is in front of all his colleagues?"

"Hey! You are not useless Kris. You can't do sports because of your heart, you didn't ask for that. You can't get good grades because of your dyslexia, also something out of your control. And don't you think for a second that your father is embarrassed of you. I've never seen a more proud father."

"Why would he be proud of me? I can't do anything."

"Well, you aren't pregnant. That's something to be proud of. Ain't it?" she joked.

She is probably cracking her brain trying to think of something better to say so I laugh at her joke to save her the trouble.

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