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PROBLEM II | His White Bentley
Newton said that there is an equal and opposite reaction for every action. When I had leant that law, I did not think that the same law applied to life itself. But then they also say, What goes round comes back around.
So when the next day, while entering my first hour, I found myself brutally drenched and flat on the tiled floor, I'd say I expected something of that sort. That, and the threat worded text that the blue eyed boy had left on my phone. And I quote his text, "Nice one C Lian. Don't be too proud for too long. I won't let you."
To say that I hadn't given an ounce of heed to that one text, would be a total truth. Being honest, I did not think Ryan would actually do something worse than get me another detention. When that idea came back and smacked me right across the face, it hurt.
Boy, did I underestimate Ryan.
When you make a shy girl slip before the whole mass of the class, and allow her to be laughed at, it hurts worse. The embarrassment excluded.
Somehow Early in the morning, I knew today was not going the best day I would want. This I knew when I tripped down the staircase back at home. But then I figured, God did not hate me entirely, since my father was out on a business trip. Those days are my best days, I swear.
My suspicion of my day not being what I'd like it to be only strengthened when I burnt my finger while preparing breakfast. Not only that but when a bird shits on you, you should know better than to expect a bearable day at school. But when you face all of the above, don't you step a foot inside the school. Unfortunate me did not know that.
I don't know about any other person who was ever made to slip before a mass of people that did not exclude the jocks and populars, but I will tell you what I felt. And what I felt was my blood boil.
When I was actually going down, I held a strong belief that I did not slip by myself. I was not a clumsy person to slip at the doorstep of science. Might my question be unasked but I did get my answer when I failed an attempt at getting to my feet. When I looked up, the jocks were in a laughing fit, but there was one laugh that was above all. The jock that did it was rolling on the floor, laughing while losing his breath.
Ryan fucking Smith oiled the Goddamn fucking floor!
When I neared Ryan and pushed him against the wall, I could tell by his face, he did not expect that. Though his recovery was no slower, "Hey there little nerd!"
Would it be wrong to pass a dagger through his heart?
"Yes C Lian, it would be very wrong to put a dagger through me," he said. I hadn't realized I had voiced my harsh thoughts. Silence was hanging through the air, nobody dare protest when I pushed the blue eyed boy further against the wall. Fisting his shirt collar, I leaned in. When I saw the gulping action of his Adam's apple, I knew I had him. My breath fanned his neck, I whispered: "Too bad, I wanted to. And don't ya' think this is over," I winked.
