Running With Scissors Hurts.

Running With Scissors Hurts. 3

Chap. 3.

Kristanna's POV

I walked away as fast as I could from that ass.

I can;t believe he actually talks to people like that!

I mean, seriously?

Bitch could use some manners.

But the thing that got me?

Was that I stood up to him!

I'm normally the quiet girl, that just ignores the populars and their cruel hate messgaes and words.

Why was this time so different?

Why could I speak my mind to him and nobody else?

And how come he got under my skin worse than the others?

I groaned in frustration and entered my class.

Music.

My favorite class.

I looked at the teacher.

She was a petite woman.

Around 35.

Miss. Carlson was written on the board.

New teacher?

I feel bad for her.

She's gonna get the 'cool or not' test.

I sighed.

Wait a minute.

I got back up and walked up to her.

"Watch out. They're gonna see if you're cool or not." I whispered in her ear and walked back to her ear.

She smiled gratefully at me and I nodded in return.

I leaned back in my seat.

The room started to fill up and Tanner's slut of a girlfriend, Bailey, walked past me 'couching' slut.

"Mmhmm. At least I can choose a guy without STD's." I muttered.

The room gasped in shock and my hand flew up to my mouth.

WHY THE HELL DID I SAY WHAT I WAS THINKING OUT LOUD???

I sat there shocked.

"Cuse me, Bitch?" She said in her stupid cheerleader voice.

"You heard me. Ask your boyfriend what I ended up having him say about you." I bit back.

HOLY SHIT KRISTANNA SHUT UP!!

Someone leaned over towards me.

"Watch out." He whispered.

I looked at him.

He was kinda cute.

A little nerdy but built.

I smiled.

"I got it.." I said softly.

He nodded.

"So what, Bitch?!" She yelled at me.

"Holy shit shut up! First of all. Your voice is so god damm squeaky it's annoying as hell! And secondly. I have a frikkin' name!" I smirke at her as she got angrier.

She stiffened up as a arm wrapped around her waist and one wrapped around me.

"What the-?" I started saying but got cut off by Bailey's annoying ass voice.

"TANNY!" She screamed.

Tanny?

Seriously?

What kinda fuckin nick-name is that?

At least make it something better.

God.

Even go for hun, or babe.

But Tanny?

Is she on crack?

Than I realized someone was restricting me from movevment.

I moved my head and caught a glimpse of the guy that had warned me earlier.

He pulled me outside and I nodded to Miss. Carlson to continue.

She introduced herself as he pulled me outside.

"You okay?" He asked me.

I scoffed.

Did it look like a fight happened?

No.

Just some... un-friendly verbal abuse...

"I just wanna make sure none of Bailey's words hurt." He said.

"Psh. I've heard and said worse." In my head.

"Okay.." He said not sure.

"I'm Chase, by the way." He said, holding out his hand.

Okay.

Breathe.

See?

This doesn't happen a lot.

I took his hand, caustiously, in mine.

"Kristanna." I said smiling slightly.

"A pleasure to meet you Kristanna." He said smiling, a cute cheeky grin erupted.

But the only thing I didn't know was that tanner as behind me, smirking his ass off.

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Ohhh.. Good? I hope.. I worked on this for a while. I didn't know what to write! D; So i hope this was decent enough!! Erm. Okayy... Later >.<