The New Girl [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3

I entered the classroom and everyone's eyes turned to me. Mr. Coleman told me to take a seat. I looked for Paige and saw her in the back smiling at me. I walked over to her and sat down. Mr. Coleman resumed his presentation and Paige gave me a hard look, almost as if she had known what I had done.

"Are you okay?" she whispered to me.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I said, simultaneously reliving what just happened.

Those girls got in my face and I had to do something.

I guess threatening them was a little over the top, but I didn't know what to do. I was diagnosed with a strange anger disorder when I was in 8th grade after I almost killed a girl for bumping into me in the hallway. I was expelled.

Drugs and alcohol became a part of my life as I started freshman year. My boyfriend at the time had caught me one day and told the principal. He also told my mom. She was had had it with me by then and forced me into a sobriety house for two years. During those two years, my parents got divorced and my dad left for New Jersey, leaving my mom and I in LA. Worst time of my life.

School was finally over and I went to my locker to get my penny board and math folder. As I was about to open my locker, someone pushed me down. I saw that it was another boy from the morning.

"What the hell?" I said angrily as I pushed myself up. Once I had gotten back onto my feet, I almost fell down again from a sudden feeling of dizziness. I closed my eyes and centered myself. I opened my eyes and the boy came hurdling at me with his hand in a tight fist. I managed to dodge is attempt at a punch and reached down for my penny board. When he turned around, I swung it directly into his face. He fell to the floor and some of the girls standing on the sides of hallway went to help him up.

I turned to the rest of his group of friends and they looked terrified. I raised my board in the air as if I was gonna hit them and they all flinched. I gave a small chuckle and shut my locker. Their group became two times bigger and they crowded around me.

"You really wanna mess with me?" I asked them with a straight face.

They stood their ground but I could see the fear in their eyes. Except for one of them. The guy who had harassed me in the morning. He stepped closer.

Soon, he was so close to me I could feel his breath. I slowly put my hand in my pocket.

"Don't ever fuck around with my girlfriend again." He whispered into my ear.

"And don't fuck with me." I took my hand out of my pocket and stabbed my pocketknife into his arm.

He screamed as I yanked the knife out of his flesh. Some of the boys ran over to me. Pure hatred burned on their eyes as they came closer and closer to me. I held up the knife and they stopped.

"I'm not afraid to kill any of you." I yelled, moving my arm back and forth, making sure that I directed the knife at every boy that was looking at me.

"Move." I demanded.

They separated like the Red Sea, leaving a path for me to walk through. As I straightened myself out and put away my knife, I heard the sound of keys jingling behind me. I quickly gripped my board and swung around, ready to strike. It was the same guy as before. This time he fell was unconscious. A teacher rushed out of her room to see what was going on, but before she could see my face, I put my board on the ground and skated off.

I arrived back at home and noticed my mom had left a note in the kitchen.

I went out. Won't be back until tomorrow. Maybe...

I crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash. I went up to my room and started my math homework. I was done in ten minutes. I had history and english homework as well, but I had no motivation what so ever.

I decided to watch some television. As I plopped myself onto the couch, the doorbell rang. I rolled my eyes and went to the door to see who it was. I looked through the peephole. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped slightly.

It was him.

I took a deep breath and straightened my posture. Then I opened the door.

"How did you know I lived here?" I asked confused.

"I followed you... and we need to talk." he said.

I hesitated before letting him in.

He breezed past me started to pace back and forth in my living room. That's when I got concerned.

"Tell me what's wrong Grayson."