Starco : It All Started With A Shoe [COMPLETED]

TVD|Thug

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T H U G

I couldn't even describe how I currently feel. Even if words were compressed to describe my feelings, it wouldn't be enough.

But in summary. I'm fucking angry.

I stood up and bent my body lower to pick up the shoe that hit me across the back of my head. A girl's shoe, huh.

I marched myself towards the nearest trashcan and with such ease I released the rubbish, letting it fall altogether with the trashes combined.

"YOU!" A girlish voice boomed from behind me. It was a shrill and a squeaky tone that my ears flinched by the sound.

I simply turn my body to face the girl when her hands sprang across my face and I knew I was caught off guard. With such strength, I stumbled back.

The slap was hard that it reasonated a loud sound across the cafeteria.

My cheeks instantly stung. I could tell there was a bruise going to form from it and it wasn't very nice to know. I lifted my arms and carressed the spot where this juvenile wrench hit me. I glared at her, towering her short figure against my tall height.

"I've never met a crazy retard like you before," I explain calmly, brushing the stinging pain on my cheeks like it was nothing. "Who are you to hit me? Crazy woman?!"

"I'm not crazy you bashit! That was my shoe that you threw!" she yelled furious at me, her cheeks turn red in furry as if trying to make herself more reasonable.

I snickered, my eyes narrowing. "The shoe that you threw was the one that hit me! I think it's very clear that I am the only one who has the right to be furious about this situation, not you by the way nice rhyming shoe and threw?"

I watched as she grew much annoyed, her fingers clenched and curled into fists."You jerk, my effin shoe was new!"

"You sure do like to rhyme," I blandly said. "--if you think this is a drama, then I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but you aren't suitable to be the protagonist."

"I could even take you to court with how you treated me, thug," I look at her in distate. She narrows her eyes at me and jabs at my shoulder. "I'm. Not. A. Thug!"

"Tch. What a loud-mouthed wrench," I flinch.

"Am not!"

"Accept it. You're crazy and you need help," I tell her. I knew I said something to trigger her because her next movements weren't good.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" and with that she lunged at my body and tackled me to the ground. My back harshly thrown to the ground as she sat on top of me and snaked her fingers around my neck gripping tighter by the second. I attempted to lift my hands as I try to push her away from my body.

She was heavy for a little bitch. I started to feel so numb, vulnerable and not to mention I was losing breath. My heart was pounding and finally some people came and pushed the twat away from me, her body clawing away from the person's grab on her. I remain lying on the cold, disgusting floor to regain my breath. My heart racing, one more second and I would've seen flashbacks of my entire life.

"I-I s-swear I-I'll  p-put y-y-o-ou t-to j-jail," I wheezed out in difficulty.

(.  .)

"Star Butterfly, are you out of your own mind?!" Mr. Skeeves boomed, his voice so loud and clear that even the microphone couldn't compete.

Beside me, the delinquent flinched by the principal's outburst. I wasn't atleast intimidated by his state. This was my first time being called at a principal's office but it didn't mind me because it would put my poor state into justice. I had no faults in this situation. I had just simply threw her shoe into the trash can and she physically hits me.

"Care to explain the catastrophe Mr.Diaz?" At this moment Mr. Skeeves seems to tone down slightly and glanced at me for answers.

I take a quick peek beside the warfreak and she gives me a sneer. I turned back and cleared my throat, trying to compose myself.  "She threw her shoe at me. I then threw her shoe on the trash can and she suddenly slaps my cheek, she lunged at me and almost choked me to death," I briefly explain.

"In my defense he threw my new shoe that I had just bought!" she yelled. "--and he was provoking me! I couldn't back out a fight!"

"You almost killed me!" I gave her a menacing glare and she crosses her arms, huffs and looks the other way. "It's not my fault you can't fight back."

"You should be lucky you vile woman! If I had hitted you, I would be in a worst position than you."

"QUIET!" Mr.Skeeves slammed his fists on the table earning our attention.

"Ms. Butterfly, apolgize to Diaz," Mr. Skeeves briefly say with authority. This girl raises her brow and shakes her head, defiant. "I will never apologize."

"Then I guess a week suspension and a week for cleaning the cafeteria would suffice this, wouldn't it, Mr. Diaz?" Mr. Sleeves sighs.

I merely shrug. "Doesn't matter. Just put that amazona away from me."

Mr. Skeeves looks at both of us and it seems that he has something in plan with the way his eyes look at us. It isn't good news. "I have an idea. Why don't both of you attend counselling ? I mean, I don't tolerate violence in this school, plus you could be friends."

I sneer. Star spats out. "Bullcrap. That's never going to happen. Punish me, extend my suspension, just don't make me friends with this loser here."

"Excuse me? You'd think I'd want to be friends with you?" I gave her a look.

"Look, whether you like it or not, I'm going to have both of you attend counselling and that's final."

Mr. Skeeves dismisses us without further ado and this wrench beside me kicks the door with such force. She takes a look at me and crosses her eyebrows. "What do you want?!"

I don't answer and gave her a blank look. "Stay away from me," she sneers. "Like I'd want to see your face again."

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