Ugly Confidence

Chapter 3

"Why didn't you meet me in the library at eight o' clock this morning like I asked you to." Seth questioned at the beginning of history class. He had his jaw clenched in aggravation, making the vain in his forehead prominent beneath his skin. I raised my eyebrows at him, and shook my head. If he thought he could just boss me around like this he had another thing coming.

"First of all, you didn't 'ask' me anything, you told me. Second of all, I don't owe you shit." I said, crossing my arms.

For a split second he looked absolutely infuriated. His nostrils flared, and his hands were balled into tight fists. He closed his eyes momentarily before reopening them slowly. I watched with a smug expression, as he appeared to be having a mini tantrum.

"You know what you're problem is?" He asked, looking down at me with contempt. I shook my head with a grin, knowing it would only make him angrier.

"Your head is so filled with empty space, you didn't even see that I was actually trying to help our grade." He said angrily, causing my temper to spark. I rose from my chair, so that I was standing directly in front of him. He was not going to get away with speaking to me like that.

"Maybe I would have came if you did not act like such an arrogant jerk all the time. I mean, who the hell calls somebody, says one sentence, and then hangs up?" I ask incredulously. He glared at me, but I did not back down.

"I'm so tired of your nasty disposition and disrespectful attitude. If you don't want to be my partner, just say so, I'll gladly let Mr. Stanley know." I stated.

He appeared to contemplate what I had told him, and took a step away from me. His dark eyes held so much hatred, I almost flinched. I did not though, I stood my ground, and returned his hate filled look.

"Is there a problem here?" Mr. Stanley asked as he walked by, glancing at Seth and I. I shook my head no, and turned to Seth. He did the same, and took a seat next to me reluctantly.

"Let's keep it that way." Mr. Stanley grumbled before stumbling off. I let my eyes follow him for a moment. He always walked like he had a ruler shoved up his ass. And as if that was not bad enough, he wore the same dirty shirt to work everyday. I shook my head, someone needed to help that man.

"Are you checking him out?" Seth asked with raised eyebrows. Before I vomited up everything I ate for the day, I gave him the biggest eye roll I could manage. Why would he even think such a thing?

"Are you insane? The man is like a hundred years old."

A mischievous grin spread across his evil face. "Yeah, but you and him might actually be
pretty good together. You know what they say, ugly likes company."

My blood boiled, but I diffused it. I shook off all the irritation I felt at his obnoxious comment, and formed a grin of my own. "Too bad I'm beautiful." I said, flipping my shoulder length brown hair.

I waited for him to insult me once again, but he never did. He did not say a single word, and I could not help wonder what he was thinking. Him keeping his rudeness bottled up, was almost as bad as him letting it explode everywhere.

I eventually let it go, and began working on our project.

About an hour later, school was over for the day. I walked out to the parking lot nearly falling flat on my face. I was utterly exhausted. Not only did I not get a lot of sleep the night before, but I was completely warn out from all of Seth's bullshit. I really needed to get home, but I did not think I was up to it at the moment.

When I finally decided I was in no shape to drive, I locked my doors, and closed my eyes for a little nap.

A soft rap on my side window, had me jumping awake like a bomb went off. I opened my eyes, and quickly tried to blink the grogginess away. It was Malcolm.