Rejects (l.h.)

9- fight... Fight... FIGHT!

  2010- November 15th
Kristina's POV...

Everyday it is the same routine! Wake up super early, do my homework, take a shower, through on whatever you can find, and spend seven hours in a jail house waiting to leave. I wonder if it somewhat like that in jail? Only there is more than seven hours spent in jail. The bus stops at my driveway and I climb the stairs with my 4,000 pound bookbag on my back. I sit in the seat across from Ash, hoping she will not talk to me. I am really not in the mood. Now that I think about it, I never am! "Kristina, I am sorry." I make no eye contact or even acknowledge that she is there. I want to cry, but is physically impossible for me to cry in a public area. Only in private is where I can let salty water stream down my face. "Kristina," she says a bit louder now. She is making sure that I can hear her, she knows that I have hearing problems. Not really, I just cannot hear very many soft sounds as well as she can. "I am sorry about what I have done," she slides to the edge of her seat, "Can you please forgive me?" she asks. She think she can get sympathy from me! She is going to make me laugh. I don't show it though. I hide my emotion fairly well.
"No, I cannot," I say. I have done no motion, and quite frankly, I don't think she actually heard me.

"Kristina, please. I can't have you shut me out again. I feel awful and I should not have done it!"
"I can sense anger in your voice. That is definitely not going to help you in this situation." I say and turn my head to face hers. She is leaning so she is in between the seats and I am all the way to the window. I try so hard to make her feel bad. I don't think she really is though.
"I don't want to fight, Kristina. I miss you." NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! She did not just pull the 'I miss you' card, did she?
"I mi-" I cut myself off. No, be the tough guy you think you are! "Well Ash, I don't think you should have done what you did. I also think you don't really mean what you said."
"Kristina, I am sorry for humiliating you! Can you get over that?" she yells. I am furious with rage racing through my body.
"No, I cannot!" I yell back rapidly turning to face her and I get closer too. "You cannot just tell Jack that I like him when I hate his guts! I do not care if it was a dare or even if it was a prank on me! I don't think you realise that you are luck I am even talking to you right now! You cannot text him from my phone and ask him on a date when I would much rather be sleeping or creating music! I hate you for this."

I cannot take back what I have said now. It is too late. What I have said is set in stone. The girl I once called my sister, is dead to me. Lucas gets on not much later. Enough time for my words to hit Ash. I sit back in my seat with my arms folded. Lucas smiles at me wearing his hoodie. Sugar Honey Ice Tea. I forgot to take it off! NOOOOO! This day keep getting worse and worse as it goes on. He looks at my face and can clearly tell I do not want to be talked to. He just sits and stares at me, I can feel his glance. I look to him and he is looking straight into my eyes. He told me that he was studying eyes of all kinds. He also said that he had never seen eyes that change color like mine. "Did you get out of your pj's at all today?" He laughs and adds in a smiles. I look at what I put on. Sweatpants, Luke's hoodie, and some ugg boots.
"Apparently not!" I say laughing at myself for being foolish. "My hair probably is not any better is it?" I ask he just shakes his head 'no' and I "lightly" punch him in the arm.

We walk into homeroom and I take my usual seat in the middle. Just an extra in a movie! That's all I am, ever. Jack comes in a minute late with an excuse from his dad. He decided not to sit next to me anymore because I have a short temper. He sits towards the front and I look away and to Lucas, who is talking to me. "Hemmings!" Jack yells at the top of his lungs. The teacher is only a million years old so he most likely did not hear it. Luke looks up at him. He had a look of worry on him face. I dare not look behind me. "So, you really don't like me because you are dating Luke! IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW!" I am about to slap that boy into reality, then to his own world, to reality again, into my world (it's a dark world- not recommended), and then to reality finally. I slowly turn to face him, "You a) made him miserable by dating you so that everyone would think that you don't actually like me. Or b) have been dating him and he has finally said to come out with it!" DEAD MEAT RIDDLE, DEAD MEAT!

Luke stands up, the class begins to chant, "fight... Fight... FIGHT!" each time growing louder. I look to the teacher who is passed out in his chair. Jack puts his fist near his face jumping around like he wants to fight. He knows that Luke stands no chance against him. Luke stands there with his arms by his side.

"No," I say and I stand up. I push Lucas into his seat and I put my fist near my face ready to make him bleed.
He throws his arms down, "I can't fight a girl!" Jack says.
"OH MY- this is the one rule you do follow? Is it because you are afraid to loose to me?" I say in a baby tone. He face flushes. I grin at what a masterpiece I have made!
"Okay, but you said so," with that he threw a fist at my nose. Unprepared I collapse into Luke who was ready to catch me incase I fall. I know he thinks he wouldn't actually hit me so he didn't try to talk me out of it. I was not giving up though. I should say I am not giving up. I struggle out of Luke's arms from holding me back. While Jack is too busy talking to his girlfriend, Emily (also known a female dog), I throw a punch to his jaw when I get his attention. He grabs his jaw. That one really hurt him.
"I DON'T COWER!" I yell. Somehow he managed to get around the desks without me knowing. I get my fists ready and he kicks me, like a cow, in the stomach. I fall over onto the ground. I lay there stunned. He now stands over top of me and presses his foot into my stomach. Pain, so much pain. Shocks, electricity, pain, rushes through my body. I curl up and focus on breathing. I hear Luke yell something but I cannot hear him. The tone of his voice sounded worried, like someone was holding him back so they could see me in pain. (Warning use of language is strong) Assholes. I now realise, I am not as strong as I may think I am. I am not a superhero. I am not invincible. I am invisible. People step all over me. I am a weak human being.