Vulnerable

Chappy Four

Chapter Four of Vulnerable

There is nothing wrong about being disliked by many as long as you're being yourself. What becomes 

wrong is pleasing them by being someone you're not.

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The report yesterday was a big FAIL. Yeah right. As what I expected; as what I want it to be. As much as possible, I don't want him disappointed at me but his demand is too much. Okay, maybe not that too much but come on, I HATE IT! 

Today is a brand new day.

I walked through my way to the school 'cause I just feel like it. 

"Hey you, girly. You alone?" I turned my head to see a guy.

I rolled my eyes on him. "Do you see anyone walking together with me?" I asked. 

"Uh huh. I like it. Feisty," he rose his eyebrows on me. I rolled my eyes on him. 

"I'm pretty," I said. 

"And blunt," he said and walked away. Hm. Whatever. 

I reached the school. 

I went to the rooftop of the school. Ahh....Peace. 

I rested my eyes for minutes when I heard squabbling -- don't get me wrong, they're fighting in words. And what I hate most is when I'm relaxing and someone bothers me. 

"Hey hey hey, what do you beeyotches think you're doing?" I asked with my forehead creased. They seemed a little taken aback. =__=

"This bitch thinks she's prettier than me," pointed the girl with an orange hair. Don't get me wrong, I love every shades of Orange but orange doesn't just fit in her so I'm saying orange becomes ugly when being worn by her. 

"So what? That's the truth and I'm just telling the truth! I have my hair dyed in red and red is much--"

"Your points are pointless -- the both of you. I have my hair red. I've had my hair orange. But I'd like to end your squabbling. So I'm about to insult the both of you but I'm going to say no offense but red and orange just doesn't look good to the both of you. You both look like a complete trash. You know what looks good on the both of you? Scrape your heads bald," I said and smiled sweetly to the both of them. 

Hey I'm not insulting them. I'm stating the truth. And the truth hurts. *smiles widely*

The girls looked deep red. Haha! They're fuming with anger! Dash, you won again! >:)

"What do you think you look like? A super model? Well I'm so sorry to say you look more horrible than us, redhead. Who do you think you are by telling us it's much better if we scrape our head bald? Huh?" the orange-headed girl asked. 

The redhead girl was smiling behind her. 

I smiled even more. I love it. I love this. 

"I didn't say anything, Carrot-head. So the compliment came from you, I look like a supermodel. But let me correct you, I'm a goddess. I'm a princess. I'm beautiful with whatever the color of my hair is. I'm beautiful with whatever I wear. So please stay away from me if you don't want your horrible face look more horrible than it is. See you someday, coo coo brain! Toodles!" I said and flipped my hair at them. 

War is what they want. War is what I love. 

Yes, I won again! Serves them right. 

As I was walking down the stairs, "Are you happy with what you've done, Sparks?" 

I looked at where the voice was coming from. 

Vlain Levine. Great =__= So what does he have in store for me?!

"That's none of your business, SIR Vlain," I said with a snob voice. 

"The girl you called Carrot-head is crying. The redhead slapped her for letting you win.Does that make you happy?" he asked. 

I turned to him and put on a fake smile. "So what do you want me to do? Say sorry to her? Like duh, have I said sorry to someone before?" I rolled my eyes on him.

Rude and harsh, I know. I'm me. And I'm not changing myself for whoever saint it is. 

"Yes. Yes you have said sorry to someone before," he answered as he sauntered forward to meet me. 

I crossed my arms. "How were you to know? We're never close, not even friends," I said. 

He chuckled. "That's when you're wrong. Have you forgotten already that you said sorry to me?" 

I--I did? But when?

He laughed and by the looks of it, I knew he had read me like an open book already. 

"You said sorry to me for saying things that are below the belt. But I told you that the damage has been done. Do you remember it now?" he asked. 

Yeah. Now I remember it. 

"I didn't know that a stubborn-headed rude Junior girl could say the word sorry," he stated. 

I smiled at him glumly. "Yes. Yes I can say sorry. What do you think of me, stupid, YOU?! Maybe yes, I said sorry to you. But that doesn't mean I mean it. But it's not like I have to say it to you sincerely. What do you expect from me? It's not like you deserve a sincere sorry, either," I said and smiled sweetly at him. 

I left the place without another word. 

I have said something below the belt to him again. And I'm not going to regret it like what I did before. I won't let it affect me. And I won't ever say sorry nor feel sorry to him again -- whether it be sincerely or not. Never. Ever. 

(Dash: I'm so sorry. I don't have a thing for redheads or orange-heads. If I ever offend anyone I'm really sorry. I just want you to know that it was just a part of the update. Thanks. xx)