I Didn't Give a Shit.. Until I Met Him

I Didn't Give a Shit.. Until I Met Him (4)

After a fucked weekend, school was back. I really wanted to meet the idiot that invented school , so I can ram his head into a metal wall and he'll regret his stupid invention.

I put on a pair of ripped skinny jeans... actually I don't even know if it's safe to call them ripped, they're pieces of fabric held together by thread. When I first bought them, they were a normal pair of jeans , not ripped or anything. That just goes to show how much I fight. But I personally find it amusing to punch someone and watch them suffer. That's how my life was the last 4 years. Though I don't go to random people and punch them, but if you step out of line , your asking for it.

I put on a loose full sleeve top that gets tighter at the waist and falls over a shoulder, the shirt says 'Good Weed & Cold Drinks That's The Mothafuckin Recipe' I live by that. I put my hair in a messy bun, finished my simple morning routine and made my way to school.

I got to school and headed to my locker hoping to avoid Derek.

"Alex James" Someone called out. I turned around and found Jess in front of me smirking and a few people watching.

"Mother Fucker" It was obvious I was addressing her.

"I know you've been fooling around with Derek" Jess accused. I laughed. Im not wasting my time argueing with her on a pointless subject so might as well agree.

"Sure thing" I smirked.

"Back off he's my boyfriend"

"Go ahead and have him. You guys are perfect for each other, Derek likes whores" I smiled.

"Your going to regret saying that" She is truly sad.

"Really? You said that before, but i still didn't regret it"

"I never liked you , no one likes you Alex"

"Is that so? Have a seat with the rest of the bitches waiting for me to give a fuck"

The crowd started getting larger.

"At least people like me" Jess attempted to retort.

"Just because people say 'hi' doesn't mean they like you" Her face was red with anger and I couldn't help but smile. Who's the tough one now bitch? though i always was.

"Well at least people say hi to me" She looked so proud of herself.

"Yeah they do, and do you know why? Because your an easy lay , that's all you are"

"BITCH" She yelled. Odd how she didn't even try to prove me wrong , because she can't.

"Nah , thats you. Actually why don't you just walk on all fours , then you'd really be a bitch" I smirked at her shocked and angry expression. I noticed the crowd became a lot larger and Derek was in the front clearly entertained.

"Im not the bitch here" She tried to yell but didn't succeed well.

"Who are you trying to convince?" I asked her. She brought a hand up to slap me but I caught it before it came anywhere near my face. I chuckled.

"You really thought you could lay a finger on me?"

Everyone who's watching had their mouths open , like they just heard Justin and Selena broke up or something. They didn't looked shocked though , they looked more entertained.

"No...tha..t..was...my..sta..rt..up" She stammered. I chuckled a bit more.

"Well if that was your start up, I wonder how you finish up" I was holding her wrist tight until I threw it and her arm went flying.

"Next time you want to pick a fight, pick it with someone you have a chance with" I walked off , so did most of the people. I felt someone tug on my hair and I turned around to see the one and only Jess. She was scared but tried to hide it looking confident. You know someone doesn't know how to fight when they pull hair. That's just pathetic. I don't care though, you don't touch me without getting punished.