Love at First Punch

Chapter 4

My face dropped.

I looked back and forth from Noah to Mr Daniels. My face masked with horror. What have I done to deserve this? Why me?

Me. Noah. Together. Two weeks. Fuck.

"B-but-"

"No buts. This is the consequence you get for being late for my lesson twice in a row. Now just take a seat at the back and start planning your work." He gave me a piece of paper with what the project was about and nodded towards our seats.

I gave up and sighed. There was no point in arguing as it was only going to get worse. I just had to deal with the two weeks of hell with Noah. I slumped my shoulders down, dragged my feet to the back of the class and just dropped down on my chair. Mr Daniels continued to talk and I can tell that every single student just sat there, drained of energy.

Noah scraped the chair on the floor making a really loud squealing noise. That was the one noise I hated; it made me cringe. He then slouched down on his chair and just played with his pencil in front of him. I read the sheet and apparently we have to create a model and a report on any renewable energy. Instantly I thought of a wind turbine. I'm pretty sure it will be easy to make and carrying out research won't be that hard.

I just remembered of the boy sitting next to me. We were supposed to be partners and we have to work on this project together. I can't fail, knowing how my dad will react. I looked over at him still playing with his pencil with a bored look on his face. I was too scared to talk to him but I had to do it. So I took a deep breath and man up.

"Is it okay if we do our project on wind turbines?"

He just shrugged his shoulders.

That's probably all the help I'm going to get from him on this project. I might as well give up now but I persisted. 

"Um well I was also thinking about how we can build a farm with a wind turbine in the middle. Would that be alright with you?" I said with a scared look on my face.

He shrugged again.

"And for the research, I was also wondering if we could actually go to an area where they have the turbines and ask the people around there about effective it is." I continued to day even though he paid no attention what so ever. I don't even know why I tried.

Another shrug.

This was getting annoying now. He was just being immature by clearly ignoring me. 

"Have you even been listening to what I'm saying?" I started to get angry now. I mean here I was, trying to be civil and making a conversation while he is just sitting there ignoring me. 

I could tell he was about to shrug again so I intervened before he could. "Could you stop moving your shoulders and answer the damn questions please?" I tried to ask him as politely as I could but it was impossible for me not to show any anger towards him. 

He tilted his head towards me and glared at me. He was not happy.He was fuming. He turned his whole body so he was facing me and leaned forward so he was just inches away from my face. This reminded me of my dad; it was something he would do.

"Look here bitch. I don't give a shit about this project or school for that matter. The only reason I'm here is because of my fucking parents. So if you would just shut up and get on with the fucking project, that would be great." 

I knew that those words meant that I should leave him alone but I couldn't stop thinking about his minty breath on my face while he was talking. And how he swore...a lot. More than a normal human being should.

"You swear a lot." I muttered to myself quietly but failed as he heard what I said.

"What? I swear a lot? Hahaha" he laughed "Everyone swears. It's like a natural way of life - and don't act like you haven't sworn before."

"I do but only sometimes. Not as much as you and him though. It's a bad habit." I told him in a soft voice as I failed to hide my fear. 

He looked at me in a strange way and confusingly asked, "Who's 'he'?"

Crap! 

"Er...It's nothing." 

By the time he could say or ask anything else the bell rang. Saved by the bell.

I put the paper in my bag and walked as fast as I can to the door and into the parking lot when someone tugged at my shirt.

Dad? I immediately thought. I turned around and that it was Noah. I suddenly felt stupid. How could it ever be my dad? This was school, a safe-ish environment. He would probably be at home, drunk as always. He would never come to school. I guess it was just the way he treated me that it messed up my mind. I am fucked up.

Noah released his hold he had on my shirt and wiped his dirty but beautiful hand on his shirt. Oh yeah, apparently I was 'infected with the ugly disease' that is contagious. His words, not mine.

"Where are you going? The cafeteria is that way." He pointed behind him.

"Um yeah. I just need to get something from the car."  That was a lie.  

"Well can you do me a favour then?" He spoke in a soft voice. He sounded sincere and innocent like he actually wanted a favor. But knowing him, it will probably be something else. 

"Sure." I said hesitantly anyway, knowing he would either say or do something hurtful.

"While you're in your car, could you just stay there? You might scare everyone with that ugly, covered up face of yours. The others lose their appetite because of you." He smirked and walked off. 

Just like that, I felt my tears forming in my eyes. Words definitely hurt more than actions. I stormed off to my car and got in the driver's seat. I slammed both my hands onto the car wheel and let the tears fall. I looked at myself on the wing mirror, wondering what was wrong with me and why Noah and my dad hated me so much. I saw the hair that covered my forehead and was just above my eyes. I wore no make up what so ever because I hated girls who covered themselves in layers of make up, hoping to become a bigger version of a barbie. The more I looked at myself, the more I realised that I was indeed really ugly. 

I breathed in and out deeply and I drove out of the school. I can't face Noah right now but I also can't go home now. So I went to the one place where it felt more like paradise. Gym.

Hope you like this boring chapter. The first few chapters might be quite boring but trust me, it will get really interesting! So VOTE and COMMENT! I can handle criticism :)

This chapter and probably the rest of the story is dedicated to my friend/editor Alisha!! That is all.