Behind the Mask

Chapter Two: First Taste of Trouble

Hey! Thanks for checking out the first chapter and i would like a to give a shout out to maimie1990 (spelling!) Becuase she gave me the idea for some of the pranks Kat is going to pull in the future and i love her writing as well!

Chapter Two

With my back pack still in hand I avoided my locker and went straight to first. My blonde hair falling in straight sheets down my back I pushed it out of my face. I was no longer using it to hide behind. Maybe I would check number three off tonight. The golden blonde locks I had so long kept well long.

It would set me to my path of no longer hiding in the shadows but making a difference I’ve always said I would make. I spied the biology door a few feet away. And so it all begins.

Hair pushed aside I was the last to walk in. As I did everyone looked up, some avoiding my eyes and others staring away. I just formed a perfect little smile on my lips and headed to my seat in the back.

I saw Cameron and Darcy in a heated discussion and a couple of menacing stares thrown my way. Ignoring them I just pulled out my iphone and put in my headphones. The bell rang only minutes later. I could hear Mr. Burns droning through Lady Gaga’s Poker Face.

“Ms. Jones, MS. JONES!” Mr. Burns screeched in an attempt to grab my attention. Slowly I pulled myself from my music. People’s snickers echoed around the room.

“Yes, Mr. Burns?” I asked nonchalantly pulling one headphone out.

“Are we interrupting your day?” He asked seething. His face began to turn red his 70s style mustache going in and out.

“Yeah, you kind of are.” I said shaking my head. Not many kids messed with Mr. Burns he was a no “bullshit” policy teacher. His beady eyes widened in disbelief. Usually I was quiet and did what I was supposed to but things change.

“Ms. Jones I am not sure where this attitude is coming from but I will let you off since you are usually good. But one more outburst and you are out of here.” He began to walk back to the front of the class. I made the move that would probly land me in the principal’s office. I let my finger slide up pressing down the button that slowly turned up the volume, I pulled out the headphones. So then Wanted by Bon Jovi filled the classroom. To be honest it was perfect.

“I’m a cowboy, on the steel horse I ride. I am wanted dead or alive dead or alive.”

Mr. Burns turned around swiftly on his heel. His faced reddening by the second, his mustache flaring out his beady brown eyes bugging out.

“Ms. Jones I do not know what has gotten into you but I certainly won’t let you off easy. Principal’s office NOW!”  

“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes getting up grabbing my back. I pushed past Mr. Burns but stopped at the door.

“And Mr. Burns,” I said, he turned around to face me. “Lose the stache the 70s ended a while ago.” I smiled closing the door. I took a small intake of breath. I never knew I had the guts to say or do any of that. But I was the new and improve Katherine Bell.

Slowly I walked towards the main office of the school. At this point I had a feeling that this would not be the last time I was sent to the principal’s office. Putting back in an ear bud I walked into the office.

The desk lady gave me a look of interest as I bobbed my head to my music. With a roll of her eyes she pointed to a chair outside a frosted glass door.

I plopped down into the chair, slouching.

“Hey,” I said with a smile.

“You must be new or a kid who is having trouble at home.” She responded having an eye for trouble makers.

“How’d ya know?” I laughed.

“I’m Ms. Allen.” She smiled her blue eyes pale. She had a long nose, straight teeth and chocolate brown hair. She didn’t seem in place here amongst the usual crowd of old ladies.

“Names Isabel” I replied she seemed nice enough.

“So Isabel what did you do to land yourself here?” She asked.

“Mr. Burns. The question is what did you do to land yourself here?” I asked nonchalantly, twirling my headphones. A look of discomfort crossed her face and I knew I was prying. But before she respond the door opened and a boy walked out.

His black and purple dyed hair covering his eyes and slouched posture and clothes suggested he was more on the outskirts of the school’s oligarchy. As he passed me he lifted his head just enough to look me in the eye.

His eyes weren’t what I expected; they were a brilliant emerald green. He kept my gaze till he walked out the door. Well that was odd.

“You, come.” The principal said in a gruff voice pointing to me. Collecting my stuff I pushed the thoughts of the weird boy out of my head. I walked into the office. I didn’t even know his name, this entire day felt foreign to me. But I liked it, it was more freedom.

With a cocky smile I sat down in the chair in front of the massive dark wooden desk. I sat long ways across the chair letting my legs dangle off the side.

“So Mr.,” I looked down to his name plate. ‘Mr. Lebo’. “Lebo, nice digs.” I said looking around the office. It was a lie the office was immensely bland, with white walls and barely a picture on his desk.

“So Ms. Jones why were you acting up in class?” He asked. I guessed it was standard procedure.

“Because I felt like it.” I stated plain and simple. He seemed out of place to in a high school. He was quite attractive, I was going to have so much fun making him uncomfortable. He had a strong jaw short clipped brown hair and milky brown eyes.

“Well Ms. Jones it appears you have never visited my office before why the sudden outburst?” He asked genuinely curious.

“Ever thought of getting a plant?” I asked not seeing a single plant. I was totally going to get him a plant.

“No, and stay on topic Ms.Jones, so can you…” I cut him off mid sentence.

“Are you checking me out?” I asked accusingly.

“What? No.” he looked utterly bewildered.

“I think you are!” I laughed moving my legs up onto his desk causally.

“Ms. Jones that was uncalled for. Now punishment for your uncalled for behavior will result in three days dentions.” He said his voice becoming stiff as he wrote the slips.

“Whatever,” I said taking the slips. Getting up I walked out the door.

“I hope to not see you again.” He called out the door.

“Oh you will” I hollered back. “And nice ass!” I added quickly darting out the door. I walked down the hall way with a smirk of satisfaction. This year was going to be one hell of a party.