Today was freezing, I watched the ice on my car window melt as mum drove me to school. But didn't feel cold if anything it felt as if there were millions of fire flies in my stomach and they were multiplying by the minute.
Reason being I had art today. Which is my only classes with Gitch apart from sport. I don't know why but this was my reaction every time I thought of Gitch.
We hadn't really spocken since she asked if I was okay the other day.
But I had art with her first period so hopefully I can try the small talk again.
She makes it seem as if she's ignoring me but I've seen her smile at things I've said so I know she listens.
I make sure to go to class during the rush minute when everyone is about, that way I can be sure it's safe to go the back way.
When I arrive to class Gitch isn't there so I pull myself up at my usual desk.
Class starts and she's still not here and it's when the teacher tells us to get into our usual partners that I begin to worry.
I notice the teacher start to weave her way through my classmates as they move to their partner's seats.
"Any idea where Gitch is this morning Patricia?" She asks placing her hand on my desk.
"No I..." I begin before I notice the figure slump into the room.
I silently point at Gitch as she drags her feet down the isle.
"Ah." She replies before telling Gitch to take a seat.
As Gitch sits down I stiffen catching a wiff of smoke coming off of her.
"Why do you do it?" Disappointment covering my words.
But I only get ignored in return.
Sighing I wheel myself backwards before pulling up next to Gitch's desk.
She flashes a confused look in my direction before noticing the rest of the class sitting in partners.
The teacher waits for the class to quiet down before continuing.
"For your project this term, you will be working with your partner to create 3D art. Your only limit is that it has to be 3 dimensional, so you can create in any way you wish. It will be due in 4 weeks." She finishes.
I feel a mix of excitement and dread at the fact I will have to do a project with Gitch.
I take a breath before turning around to Gitch.
"Um. Well..."
"I have a pottery wheel at home." Gitch interrupts.
"Oh." Is all I manage to get out.
"Come over Thursday night and we can use it." She says shrugging and barely making eye contact with me.
"What is it with you! You were so nice to me when you helped me, but in class you barely speak to me and act like I'm some annoying child!" I can't help it the words just spill out of my mouth. But it was true. She had helped and cared for me, she seemed so sweet and funny. She made me feel something I don't remember feeling for a girl before. And now she just ignores me like nothing happened. Like she doesn't want to have anything to do with me.
"That's not it..." Gitch starts but I just sigh and move back to my normal desk.
"Sorry." I say so that she'll leave me alone, not that that's a problem.
I spend the rest of class doodling in my art book. Ignoring everyone and debating how crap my life has been so far.
The bell knocks me out of my transe and I pack up. Glancing to the side as I do only to see Gitch was gone.
I wait till the class has emptied till I leave so that my chair wont get in anyones way. The small grassy area outside of is practically empty. I feel a wave of dread as I realise the back way is probably the same.
But I soon find better things to worry about when I see a head of blonde strutting towards me. Short pink dress wrapping unnecessarily tight around her ass, and possibly trying to impersonate a pumpkin, I guess observing her makeup that's at least 3 tones darker than her skin. I question the schools blindness as I notice the heels that have to be taller than her.
"Well aren't you a judgy bitch." She hisses as she sees me looking her over.
"Who broke up with you this time." I sigh annoyed.
This has become a habbit of hers lately. Relationship issues, puts on weight, an annoying student, basically if things aren't going her way for some reason she's decided I'm her stress ball.
"Shut up you pig!" She hisses at me letting out all her stress through verbal abuse.
"No, you're not a pig you're a snail. A fat slimy useless snail!" She points her pink shiny nail at me and puts on a ridiculous glare.
Meanwhile I just sit there. It surprised me the first time this happened but now I've just learnt to deal with it. There's nothing I can do about it.
"You listening to me! You're such a..." She's cut of as she's pushed to the side by two large hands.
I look up to see the hands belong to none other than the Huc himself.
I sigh angrily.
"You're turn is it." I hiss opening my arms.
"Come on. What ya got for me huh? A slap? Punch? Maby even a kick in the ribs?" I scream through gritted teeth at him.
"I was trying to help." He says still staying calm.
"Oh. Well thankyou." Blondē smirks as she stumbles back over. "Not you!" Huc spits in her face. "Her!" He continues pointy a meaty finger at me.
"Oh please." I scoff "I don't need it. Especially not from you." I say as I roll away from the two leaving them both glaring.
