Bxtchhood Vs Fxckboys

Chapter 4 : {Your life is spicy enough with or without school}

CHAPTER FOUR :

"URGHHHH first period is math like what the hell, I suck at it." Mackenzie screamed in frustration.

" 'Suck at it 'at it you mean scoring straight As for every test?" I asked, my question dripping with sarcasm. I raised my perfectly drawn and shaped eyebrow and waited for her embarrassment.

"Fine I don't suck at it, I just wanted to feel how it's like flunking math. I mean I have never got lower than B in my entire life and I wanted to feel like the rest of the student body except for our clique." She blushed sheepishly while sorting her textbooks in her locker.
I carried my new Louis Vuitton messenger laptop bag. A new bag for a first day of school in a different country. I was pretty chilled as I know I have my girlfriends with me and I was never really the nervous type. Mackenzie and I had most of our classes together as she was one of the top students in our previous student body. We walked towards the class, I was sporting a pair of Levi light blue ripped jeans, a Abercrombie & Fitch cream sweater with a Alexander McQueen black leather biker jacket. Of course I had to top off the look with my gold studded black louboutins.

Mackenzie on the other hand was wearing a grey off the shoulder sweater from Chloe and a Alexander McQueen black Skinny jeans with her pastel pink Chanel mini flap. She topped it off with her pastel pink Valentino studded heels. We both walked in the classroom and immediately spotted the blue-eyed dickhead. He was looking straight at me with an expression that I quite put my finger one. Mackenzie and I of course picked the front seats that everyone tries to avoid ( we've good girls like that, duhhh). The blue-eyed dickhead was right at the back with his bunch of friends that we saw the other day.

When the teacher walked in he, Mr Vincent introduced us to the class and we returned to our seats. "We had a test in the previous semester and the results are back. I would giving out the test sheets by the lowest first and the highest last." He announced to the class while holding a thick set of paper. The paper on the top was littered with red pen ink.

"Derrick Smith. You are the last again. As per usual. Tsk tsk."

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I waited patiently for that blue-eyed dickhead to be called. But it never happened. To my disappointment.

"Now on to the top three of the class. Sebastian Morgenstern."

So he is in the top two range. Please not first in class.

"Second is Romeo Beckham."

Damn this shit.

"And of course, the top of the class is again Alec Jennings. Full marks for this test paper. Mr Jennings never disappoint me." Mr Vincent beamed at the blue-eyed dickhead or should I say Alec Jennings who is casually striding towards Mr Vincent to collect his paper.

First in class. Lets see shall we.

Alec Jennings turned around and his icy blue irises connected with my greenish blue cyan coloured irises. A smirk playing on his lips, which I gladly returned with a evil twist of my lips. He broke the eye contact and walked back to his seat. His friends gave him a clap on the back. And that was when I realized the top threes of the class were his friends and him. Well, of course that wouldn't last for long.

During the class, Alec and I were the only two if I said it nicely, actively participating in answering the math equations. If we said it unflatteringly, we were snatching for equations to answer. I would raise my hand and answer immediately. Alec would yell out the answer at approximately the same time as me( but I'm definitely faster, duhhh). I would turn and galre at him as his little boyfriends clap his hand while he gave me his signature. My new life goal: Bitchslap that smirk off his beautiful face.

Wait whuttt?

When the class ended, I grabbed all my nicely and neatly assorted math notes and placed it into my Louis Vuitton bag. Most girls would just stuff their things in their bag and rush out of their class just because they were afraid of being confronted by some guy they we're crushing on. Sorry I'm not that type of girl. I like to take my time packing my things and then slowly sashaying to my next class with my bestie. And of course today was no different but it didn't really went as I've thought.

"Hey hot stuff," a guy from behind me called out I turned to be faced to faced with a group of boys, Alec in the middle as per usual but he wasn't the one that called out. It was the blond boy, Sebastian, his blond wavy hair falling down his eyes that complemented perfectly with his dark tan skin. He looked so damn good.I frown at him when I remembered what he just called me. I hate it when people call me hot. Its like calling me a brainless bimbo.

"Don't call me that I don't like it." Alec stepped closer towards me.

"But you are hot and sexy and pretty and smart. Like a poison apple, delicious and tempting on the outside but deadly and poisonous on the inside." Alec whispered into my ear.

My hand swing faster then my brain could react. My hand connected his cheeks. And a full blown 'smack' was heard. There were no one in the class accept for Mackenzie and the boys. Mackenzie looked shock. I was too. I have never got so out of control before. It was almost impossible that I would do something like this without thinking it through or carefully scheming what would the consequences be. I just lost it.

I composed myself while putting on a satisfied smirk and let my hand fall on the side of my hip. Alec face was tilted to the side but he didn't seem to be in pain more like in rage. There was something thunderous about his icy blue eyes ( not that I'm scared or anything, pffft). I kept the straight face and hooked arms with Mackenzie before strutting out of the class with stiletos slamming against the floor.

"That was so fxcked up." Mackenzie commented while applying a extra layer of her nude Saint Laurent lip stick.

"School is so fxcked up. But don't i love some drama to spice up my life." I said with adding a dash of eyeliner on my eyelids.

"Your life is spicy enough with or without school." Mackenzie said and stuffed her makeup purse into her Chanel flip.

My life is gonna get a whole lot more spicier.