Mission impossible with Mr impossible

Alek Volkov

Alek Volkov

 The bright afternoon rays momentarily blind me as I slam the doors to the school behind me. Red hot anger seeps out of every pore of my body and I’m constantly clenching and unclenching my fists. The blood is still trickling from my open wounds but I don’t care.  Piper walks briskly in front of me, not turning around once to look at me. She leads me through the forest and down a slight hill, till we come across a small stream. Taking a seat on the forest floor, she glances in my direction for the first time since we left the classroom. Her lips are turned up in a grin.

“I’ve never done that before, ever…I feel…like a total badass right now. God, I wonder what my parents would think? Actually you know what who cares! I’m allowed to be a badass every once and a while! Yeah that’s me, Piper the badass!” Piper says in a rush, her grin widening with every word. She’s all giddy and dancing strangely and despite myself I laugh and laugh till tears spring to my eyes, the anger slowly dissipating.

“You have to teach me those moves sometime” I say, swiping at an escapee tear.

“Of course then we’ll be able to bust a move together and bring all them boys to their knees!”

I continue to laugh at her crazy antics.

“By the way thanks for sticking up for me, no one’s ever really done that for me before” I say genuinely. She stops and smiles at me.

“No problem, that’s what friends are for and I guess this sort of makes up for waking you up so early in the morning, huh?” 

“I guess it does” I reply, smiling back at her.

***

A few weeks has gone by since the incident of Piper and me walking out of class. We hadn’t gotten into as much trouble as I initially thought we would. So since Piper hardly ever caused these sorts of issues, she only got given a slight warning and a stern look while I on the other hand was left with a full blown lecture by Janice about the importance of respecting ones teacher and not talking back, even if and I will quote, “the teacher is a psycho maniac with childhood issues who needs to see someone immediately or be sent to the mental asylum where she belongs”. Yes, that is how I described Mrs Young to Janice. Despite the lecture, I do have to admit it wasn’t something I was not use too.

I have finally started to settle in and was actually getting better at drills almost the top of the class which left Ryder fuming and a fuming Ryder made a happy Roxanne, little did I know of what was about to come.

It was fourth period and I was in the chemistry lab sitting next to Ryder. He has literally been ignoring me since last week’s “incident”.  The teacher suddenly calls our names, instructing us to go to the principal’s office.  The day has finally come where Janice tells me off for stealing Ryder’s clothes when he was in the shower and posting that viral video online. But it does seem a bit late for her to be punishing me for something that happened days ago.

The sad thing is I can’t take any satisfaction out of what I’ve done by exposing him because he refuses to fight back and now I realise I might have taken things a wee bit too far. I sort of miss our banter. I’m surprised it took Ryder this long to rat me out considering the amount of shit he got from the guys.

***

“Good job out there today, Roxanne” Piper had praised. I beam at her.

“Thanks.” I was starting to like it here when all of the sudden Ryder’s voice cut through the gyms chatter.

“Yeah man, it was so easy.” He smirks. “Slam dunked that chic good.” I hear him say to Hunter. He made a slicing gesture with his hands. I couldn’t hear what Hunter’s reply was but Ryder’s words infuriated me so much I decide to take matters into my own hands….