Pactum Fraudis (ON TEMP HOLD)

Chapter one: Victim of Ritual

     Once I felt that rough large hand slap my ass I went into panic attack mode. The next thing I noticed was my pale hand of long digits found their way around the boy’s neck. Even though he towered over my 5’4 frame with his 6’0 I was still able to bring his feet an inch off the ground. His body slammed against the navy blue locker, my glare piercing through him. I looked down a little bit to see a visible tent in his pants.

     A blushed crept up to my cheeks and I released his neck causing him to grunt a little. I took five steps backwards to keep distance from the boy. Whispers began to form from the other high school students,

     “Oh my god, the angel of binding does it again…”

     “But he’s a senior. I would be honored if he did that too me.”

     “Damn…she’s so h.o.t when she’s made.”

     “I don’t blame him for getting a boner.”

     This was my daily routine, get harassed or pushed to the limit, have a panic attack, and get into trouble. Thank god that it’s the last day of school. The pep-rally was pretty much too loud for my liking and the freshman cheerleaders kept on tripping on air. So I had the great idea of cleaning the rest of my locker (since I came to school late). That’s when James Mac, a senior, should up. And well you know what went down.

     ‘Three teachers are on their way’, the voice in my head began to read into the future,  “Ms. Kallay will be approaching first: beware of annoying squeaky lecture. Then Coach Mitchel and his wife the cheerleading coach Michelle will be arriving at the same time: beware of lovey-dovey shit’

     Great, the three teachers I don’t like. Ms.Kallay, a woman who sucks in helium as a part time. I heard that she scared away he husband with her annoying personality. This reminds me of this one time when her little five year old came to visit her and then well when he saw her the child ran for his life crying. He loves his mommy when she wasn’t there, but when she was there in person her son went crazy.

     Then we have the newly wedded coaches. And I’ll just leave it at that. In my opinion they were loony toons. People say that high school never ends but for me it shall end in flames, even if I have to do it myself.

     I’m going to be honest here, I believe that I’m not a violent person. It’s just that I get panic attacks when people tend to push my boundaries. Not one boy who has approached me was gentle or even came up with a conversation without using the term “let’s fuck”. It’s quite sickening if you ask me. And since almost every single person in this school either gets drunk, high, or has sex on a daily basses I don’t really have friends.

     Everyone wants to be my friend but I feel like there’s darker intentions underneath all of that smile and charm. Not one honest soul insight, not one beautiful smile for me to look at. Sometimes I wish my powers would just let me be to let me have a less chaotic high school social life but I know they are there to protect me.

     Breaking my chain of thoughts I heard high heels clacking in the distance getting closer and closer.

     “Valora de CleirLake! You’re at it again aren’t you…”

     Her voice began to fade away as I noticed her outfit. Damn. That is the only word that could describe that disaster. A bright orange sleeveless blouse, brown stripped pencil skirt, with a pair of mossy green 4 inch heel. She couldn’t even walk in those shoes and yet here she is with her knees buckling, turning inwards. In other words she looked like the ugly version of the savannah in Africa.

     “And that’s why you won’t be getting married. No one would like a macho woman who stood up for herself”, Ms.Kallay was still ranting pissing me off little by little.