Insincere Veneer

|Chapter 11|

Justin's up there! ASDFGHJKL *_*

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|Chapter 11|

Today is Wednesday, and I am still avoiding Eleanor Edwards. It is not all that easy, considering we are literally seated next to each other in the same Biology classroom. However, I manage only to speak with her when it comes to school things, and I successfully dodge any other question regarding other topics.

It has been exactly one week since Mrs. Woods assigned us the Bee Project, and until now, we have worked on it just once. All we did was research about the insect and what the essential things it needs to survive are. Since Bary B. Benson is a Honey Bee, I plucked out a few flowers that contained nectar and pollen so that he could feed on them and live for as long as possible.

I really dislike this project. Why would a teacher assign such thing? The bee deserves to live like any other. It deserves to live in a proper hive where it belongs, fly freely wherever it wants to, and make honey like it's supposed to.

Wait.

What if I set it free for a little while and follow it around, then trap it into the jar once again?

"It's your job to feed it somehow and if it ever flies away, you cannot replace it by another bee, for I will know."

Never mind, I dismissed the thought.

"Elizabeth, please tell us what dispersion means," I was snapped out of my thoughts by Mr. Ralph, my Physics teacher.

Oh my goodness.

Think, Liz. Think!

It took me a few seconds to search for the answer in my head, because I always seem to read through a chapter before it has been taught to us.

"Err- it's the process of separating poly-chromatic light into its component wavelengths, sir."

Please be correct. Please be correct. Please be correct, I chanted in my head.

"Well done," Mr. Ralph said, giving me an impressed look. I let out a breath of relief.

A minute later, a small piece of paper was thrown my way. Well done, indeed, considering you were staring out the window ever since the lesson started, it read.

I looked around me, trying to figure out who owns this hideous handwriting. Everyone seemed to be focusing on their own things. Some people were listening to our teacher, others had headphones that blocked them from their surroundings. Justin, however, was cheekily smirking my way.

I rolled my eyes, ripped out a piece of paper from my note book, and wrote down a quick note saying: Well done, indeed, being a stalking creep. I aimed the note at the table behind the one next to me, and once it successfully reached Justin's table, I sent the jerk himself a brutal death glare.

If looks could kill, he would be buried six feet underground.

He read the note before chuckling and writing a new one. A few seconds later, a paper came flying my way, but before I had the chance to read it, Mr. Ralph's voice made me jump in my seat in a startle.

"Elizabeth! Justin! Stop sending each other notes and focus for God's sake!"

That is when the whole class glanced my way, wide eyed. I started blushing furiously at the sudden attention and I watched my fingers twitch and fidget together, nervously.

What are you doing, you idiot? Since when do you blush? Snap at them!

Just when I was about to listen to my conscience and fire an insult at everyone, Justin beat me to it.

"What are you looking at, huh? Mind your own damn business!" he yelled.

My eyes widened at his sweet gesture and I started feeling fuzzy inside, which is a very weird feeling. My heart warmed. I started blushing even more and smiling like a kid opening presents on her birthday party.

"Justin, detention after school!" Mr. Ralph yelled.

"Whatever," Justin growled.

What should I do? Should I say sorry? Should I say thank you? Should I defend him? Should I smile his way?

No, you cannot. You are going to ruin everything. You are going to break down every wall you have been building. You are going to reveal who you really are and throw away that fake, icy facade of yours. Do you really want to do that?

Oh, hell to the no.

I opened the note he sent me a few minutes ago and read it silently.

'Touché. ;)'

The fuzzy feeling returned, my smile was even wider, and I was trying my best to contain the laugh I am dying to let out.

What the actual freaking frack is happening to me?

The bell rang and I shut my Physics note book and put it in my bag.

"Class is dismissed," Mr. Ralph announced.

Yeah, cause I was definitely waiting for your permission to leave, I thought.

I stood up and left the classroom, making my way towards my locker to pack up and go back home. Once I arrived at my locker, I unlocked it and took out the books I needed to take home with me. Then, I closed it again before letting out a scream and jumping in a startle for the second time today.

"I got a detention slip today because of you," Justin glared at me.

Shoot, shoot, shoot.

My heart started racing as I quickly gulped, trying to think of my next few words as fast as I could.

"I'm-" Don't you dare say you are sorry! "I-I don't care. Besides, I didn't ask you to snap at anyone. I could have defended myself," I said.

Good girl.

"Of course you don't care. I almost forgot you're little miss 'I don't like anybody'." I rolled my eyes at him. "I could swear I saw you blushing today, though." He smirked at me.

"No, you didn't." I glared at him. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Sure thing, love."

"Don't call me that, you prick," I snapped at him, gritting my teeth.

"No can do, love. Anyways, I've got detention to attend. But remember, I'm getting my revenge soon." He winked at me before standing up from his 'leaning on the locker' position and walking the other way.

Revenge.

"I could've been very popular and known, the past years. But instead, I was the unknown loser and it's all because of you being a fat, ugly, and worthless piece of trash. I'm going to get my revenge and make you wish you were never born."

Is life always going to be a living hell for me?