Goodbye Comfort Zone

Chapter 3 // I don't like psychology

Just when i thought it was gonna be a silent ride to school, Austen just had to speak. "ya know, a thank you won't hurt." i rolled my eyes. "wouldn't you like that." i murmured. And then my heart softened for just a second of a second. I mean, if Austen hadn't offered me a ride, i'd probably be late for school which was gonna lead to trouble. By trouble, i mean Mrs Rina's screaming. I still hated him loads but i hated Mrs Rina too so i decided to relent. "but thanks." i said it so softly, just loud enough for him to hear it. I looked at him through the corner of my eye; a smile had played on his lips when he heard my words. I turned to face the window at my side and looked out at the moving scenery before me as Austen passed each block heading towards our school. "why were you even at my house in the first place?" i questioned. He chuckled. Why was he always so damn cheerful? "came to share some good news with you." he announced, almost proudly. "i don't need to know about your life." i snapped. "just thought you'd like to hear from me that my dad officially bought your house." he turned on a sharp right and i slammed against the car door on my side. As soon as i recovered i glared at the back of his head from the backseat. "what?" "what part of 'i bought your house' do you not understand?" thoughts were running through my mind like crazy and adrenaline was rushing through my veins like mad. Why didn't my parents tell me? Oh right, i didn't let them talk to me . "why?" that was all i could let out of my lips. I was way too tensed up to say anything else. After trying to annoy his wits out, he still bought my house? It didn't make sense. Austen shrugged. "eh, well. My mother wasn't a huge fan of the place but when i said i liked the place, it was all but a done deal." i kind of exploded a bit internally. "what do you mean you liked the place? You didn't even look up from that stupid book you were reading!" i shouted at him. I saw his smile in the rearview mirror. "i dabbled a bit in a psychology course. You didn't converse with your parents, you weren't interested in helping selling your house. You didn't support the decision did you? You were upset." he said. Guessed. Said. Whatever it is. All i knew was, i was mad at him. Really, really mad. But he just continued babbling away. "you didn't want to sell your house. Which is exactly why i said i wanted to buy it. I don't really take part in family stuff so when i had a say in the house matter they just followed whatever i wanted." he shrugged yet again as he pulled up in the school's driveway. I felt like i was gonna burst with anger. This, this obnoxious, stupid moronic spoiled boy, he was gonna take my house away just because he knew i wanted to keep it. And it mattered as much as a speck of dust to him. There could not be a worse human being on earth. I clambered out the car as soon as it stopped in a parking lot and slammed the car door behind me. I circled round the rear of Austen's car in heavy steps and stopped in front of the driver's seat just as Austen got out himself and stood up in front of his car side. I didn't even think twice about it or spent a second hesitating before i did it. I clenched my fist tight and swung it at his nose. I heard a slightly audible, very satisfying, crack and i pulled my hand back. He shouted in agony and clutched at his nose. He doubled over. I noticed trickles of blood flowing down his nose and dripping onto the cement grounds and i couldn't have felt better. A bit of my anger was drained out along with the punch. And hearing Austin shout in pain was pure music to my ears. I could barely feel the tingle of slight pain on my knuckles. I felt way better. "i don't like psychology. But i'm gonna give a shot at a wild guess. I guess you're in some pain right about now." i said effectively in a monotone, before i left him with his bleeding nose and walked away to class.

Cruel, i know. Just the treatment he deserved.

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I made it to class through the back door right before the bell rang. Thankfully. But when i looked at the board, a guy was writing on it with his back turned to us. Wasn't it Mrs Rina's literature lesson time? Don't tell me Austen lied to me. I re-directed my attention and noticed that the mystery man had wrote two words on the board.