The Inside Stories

Chapter 1

The period bell rang. Correction: the bell to hell. It was math class. Mr. Smith was one of those teachers who liked devouring the students who didn't like his subject. And well, I was an unfortunate target.

I collected my books from my locker, the sound of my heels ringing in the hallway. Everybody was silent and was staring at me. It was like the silence before a storm.

After taking my books I reached hell. Mr. Smith gave me an awful look. I had this feeling that something bad was going to happen. I took my seat at the back of the class, next to my boyfriend Chris.

Chris, the hottest boy of the school, basketball team captain and of course, a badass. He goes through girls like girls go through dresses while window shopping.

Anyways back to hell, Chris's presence didn't have too much of an effect on me. I did not get butterflies in my stomach or something like that. He spanked me before I took my seat, then grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap. And we did the expected - we started making out.

I hoped that Mr Smith would just kick us out of his class. But Satan's child had a different plan.

"Okay morons, settle down. Use your hands for writing and not for satisfying your hunger in my class."
This was the usual way he greeted us. Now he smirked at me. "I have a special surprise for you all. Pop quiz...." Shit!

My thoughts became clouded when Chris scooted closer and put his hand on my thigh. He seductively moved it up and down and man I was lusting. His hand reached inside my mini skirt and started rubbing me slowly.
I closed my eyes and was going into a sort of bliss when a loud groan brought me back. It was Mr Smith.

He handed the test and went away. The questions were tough. Some algebra shit. I didn't even care to attempt them. I ticked a few answers in the MCQ section but that's it.

That is the advantage of having a rich father. Being the daughter of the trustee of the school, I do get some benefits. Though not great at academics, I'm the head cheerleader and a good dancer, at least I like to think so. These extra curricular activities help me get through classes. C grades in my tests don't really matter.

I looked at Chris. He seemed equally uninterested in the test and looked like he was lost in some deep thought. I touched his heavily tattooed arm and looked at him seductively. We both handed in our test papers empty and asked Mr Smith if we could go. He smirked at us but surprisingly let us go. We rushed to the janitor's closet where we were going to have a little more fun than we were having in Math class.

In the middle of our groaning and moaning...

*knock knock*

Who the hell was it! Chris looked up at me with an irritated snarl. I wonder why he's so irritated these days. He's PMS'ing more than a girl.

He shouted, " Whoever the fuck it is, get lost."

I really think his irritation was contagious because I was about to shout out some profanities just when the other person shouted back,

"It's me, Damien, you asses."

I really didn't like Damien. He was one of Chris's "best buddies". But that wasn't the reason. The reason was that he just didn't like me.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw a sort of pained look on Chris's face. He pushed himself off me and helped me get up. I latched myself onto his arm, my manicured fingers around his biceps.

Damien was still standing there when we got out.

"Hey Ness, so you're the flavour of the day huh?"

Now I was pissed off. The name Ness gets the better of me. When he realised my surname was Hess, Damien the Devil decided to give it a new twist; he made it Ness, referring to the ugly, green Lochness Monster.

And Chris, well, he was having the time of his life. Why am I dating him again?

"Hey Damien, leave her alone dude. You wouldn't wanna try and get her panties in a twist."

That was it. I was about to stomp away when Damien said, " I didn't come here to see your face Ness. I just wanted to tell you that Mr. Smith wants to see you. "

The bell rang. Damien walked away and Chris went to some of his basketball buddies. I started walking down the hallway, towards hell. People again stared at me, but this time they were scared. When I am pissed off, nobody would want to encounter me. I was glad.

"Hey thief."

That was Melinda. My rival. She was the cheerleader's ex-captain. But after I came, she lost her place in the school.

"Hi Melinda," I sugarcoated my voice a little bit. "What do you want?"
"Well," she started, " First of all I'd want you to get the hell out of Crompton High because you don't deserve to be here. Second, leave Chris alone, He's Mine. And third, stop stealing what I have all the time."

Did I mention that she was also Chris's ex girlfriend?

"You see Melinda, I really don't think that YOU deserve to be in Crompton High. And your repeated suspensions from the school prove that just right. Second, if Chris really liked you he wouldn't have cheated on you and come to me. And third, I don't steal what you have. It just comes to me because I deserve it.. "

I was cut off when Melinda pounced onto me. Her long nails poking into my arm. We both fell down and I started kicking her ankles with my heels. And then she went for my hair. That was it. Nobody pulls my hair. I punched her face and heard a soft crack. She just got off me and left.

Really? Wasn't she going to fight back? When I looked up I saw that a huge crowd had gathered. And they were again staring at me. Why was everybody staring at me so much? Anyways, I straightened out my clothes and resumed my journey to hell, after my pit stop at Erebus.