Unwritten

With my hand still stinging.

Chapter 3

    The rain splattered onto the window, and cascaded down in a way that the little droplets of water looked somewhat like little rain fairies.

    Hm. This is where my mind is at, as I sit leaning a little bit over my desk and totally ignoring all things supposedly "important" coming from Mrs. Zhekowitz fat mouth. I hate learning about shit that's already happened in the past. Some people find it cool, hey I respect that. But the way she teaches makes me wanna gag myself with a wooden spoon. As the words continued to fall aimlessly into the minds of each and everyone of the students, I continued to stare intently at the beautiful droplets of rain.

    I wish I could be one of those droplests; made so perfect and pure and happy. But, wait. That's what everyone thinks I am already. I mentally scoffed. Little do they know what's in store....

    Mrs. Z started clearing her throat and scowling at me. "Eghem." ... and then again. "Eghem, miss Hart. Clearly you are not paying attention. I have asked you the same question three times now and I refuse to ask again." I slowly turned my head towards her, snapping out of my lame obsession with the rain. I began to think. How would Lydia handle this? Well usually, I would politely apologize and somehow magicly find the right answer, give it to her, and go on about my business.

    But am I that girl anymore? Hell no.

    My mouth formed a wry smile as I gave her the dirtiest look I could possibly scrounge up. I raised one eyebrow and then said the words that I would have never heard myself say to a teacher, much less an adult, and never would anyone else expect it either.

   "Bitch. Does it look like I fucking care?"

My stomach felt like all kinds of crazy and my heart started to race soo fast. Ohmygod. Did I really just say that? My mind was falling apart, but on the outside I kept the same bitchy look on my face.

    Not a single word was said for a good whole minute. I could have heard a needle drop. Random gasps from around the room filled the air, and made me feel slightly claustrophobic. But it was all in my head. This is what I wanted, right...?

   A very stern look replaced the shock on my teacher's face and her eyes looked harsh and quite cold. "Mrs. Lydia. Hart. Go see the principal right this second, and as you are walking there I will phone him and tell of your mishaps. I am utterly disappointed in you, such a fine young lady I found you to be... But. not. anymore. Go. Now."

    I rose up out of my seat and kindof smiled. It actually feels so good, to be bad.

    As I left the classroom I heard a few kids murmuring, "Holy shit, Lydia's got some balls." And I kept walking with an even bigger smile on my face. Fuck yeah I do.

    I neared the office and entered the sterile waiting room. At first I was kinda freaked out, but not anymore. It feels soo cool to be daring. Like, everyone's eyes were on me. And in a weird way, by totally disrespecting our teacher; I somehow earned a bit of respect among my peers.

    I took a seat and stared at the clock. 3:20. School would be out in  twenty five minutes and I'd probably be going to detention at that point. Two minutes passed by and the door opened, with another walking in to wait to see Principal Howers.

   He walked in and as he glided along to the only seat in the room next to me; I could smell him. And ohmygeez. He smelled delicious. And quite attractive. So I took a closer look at him. He didn't look familiar, probably new I assumed. Huh. New, and already in the principal's office. Nice. He was taller than me and had lean muscular calves, very tan, and very hot; with his shaggy brown hair.  I didn't what color eyes he had, but he was kinda beatiful. Although he had a scar on his face. It was somewhat disturbing to look at him, all the while, immensly pleasing. He was soo attractive!

     I started feeling jittery at the very thought of him sitting next to me. Then I bit my lip and let one minute go by before deciding that I was going to talk to him. I put my best flirtatious look on and turned towards his direction. And with the cutest voice, I then said "Hey."

  And then, he went off on me. He looked at me like I was no more than the ground he walked on. With the rudest tone of voice he began speaking. "Don't even try to fucking talk to me. You're just like all the other bitches in this town; perfect, perky, annoying, and spoiled. So sweetheart, don't waste your breath on me, cause you're just a buch of bullshit."

    My body went rigid. And I couldn't even think clearly. I was absolutely filled with rage. How dare he say that. How fucking dare he?!

     I started to shake and all I could see was red. I didn't even say anything rude? I've never spoken to him before, and he obviously does not know me, damnit!

    But he definitely knows the back of my hand now. As the pure anger coursed through my body I pulled my right arm back, and then slapped the shit out of his cheek. My hand was stinging and I couldn't even boggle anything at this point.

   If I had not had things to say, then I would have gone further. I would have torn his ass up.

   But, I did have things to say. So right after I hit him, he stared at me bewildered and dumbfounded. Once he left state of shock, he looked at me once more and twelve thousand times more pissed off than before. His lips slightly curled up over his teeth kindof like a frenzied dog. "Hey, you listen here bit-"

    "No. You, listen here asshole. You don't even know me. You don't know my name, or my age, or what I'm like, or anything about me. And then you verbally attack me? DON'T FUCKING THINK SO. And even if you did know who I am, then you still don't ever dare speaking to me like like. Don't you dare disrespect me. Or I sware to God. I'm a girl, and you are a male who could hurt me very badly. But that will not stop me from beating the shit out of you. I will rip your fucking balls off and make you eat them! Do you fucking understand?! Do you?!"

   My breathing was heavy and my hands were so cramped up from being tightened into fists. I just looked at him. And throughout all that, he looked unscathed. He sort of smiled at me. This, made me even more angry. I was soo confused. But then as I followed where his eyes led, I began to realize why he wasn't saying anything.

   There, standing in the doorway, was Principal Howers. Obviously only witnessing my outlandish outburst. Just my luck. At this point I was so angry, I didn't even care anymore. Principal Howers spoke in a stern voice, angry- yet very calm and collected. "Mr. Landon, Mrs. Hart. In my office, now."

   Shocked at everything that had just happened, I sat there a bit dumbfounded as I thought about him. Even through all that, I was still highly attracted to him. I stood up and then bent down and leaned in to my ear. He started kinda whispering/mumbling into my right ear. "Look. I'm sorry I had you all wrong, and I was wrong to say what I had said. But hey, if I hadn't I wouldn't have dicovered what your really made of. It really turns me on when chicks can take care of themselves. A bit feisty you are, but I'll take it. I superly dig all that outrage baby. Just sayin..."

    He stood back up, and easily walked into the office. My eyes were wide and my mouth was half open in surprise. My legs were shaking and my knees were wobbly when I started standing up. Okay?! Okay? Okay. Hm. Okay. I felt a little jumpy at the thought of him digging me. This as been a crazy fucking evening. He called out, "Sweetheart, you comin or what?"

    So I then replied quickly. "Yeah, I'm definitely coming."

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    Chapter 3 homies! Ha. Do you like? Please comment and share your thoughts. I'd love to hear them. (: