The Bad Boy & The Rebel

Lesson 2: Never Bow Down to the Enemy

Ahh. High school.

High school is a place to decide what the hell you'll be doing with your life. Will you continue being the nerd that'll be CEO of a company, the meathead of a jock that'll work in the factory, the drug addict that'll get shot by the mafia because you couldn't pay for the pit you owed them, the next Britney Spears, or the delinquent who is believed to go to prison in the next five years? Which group do I fit it?

High school was like that. They judge you by every nook and cranny like you were on the operating table, vulnerable.

You learn lessons in life. You learn love. You learn in life that what you want is not what you need-I learned that the hard way.

Back to the story shall we:

Lesson 2: Never Bow Down to the Enemy

Honestly, it was a stupid reason. I punched someone in the fecking face. So what? Of course, don't get the wrong idea that I just went up to someone and punched them in the face. No, of course not. Like yeah, I'm violent but not that violent.

I punched Natalie Crawford and her cheerleaders in the face. Don't worry, that witch got punched in the face for a good reason.

Of course this is the lay down:

I was minding my own business as I washed my hands.

I know cliché.

Natalie walked in with her cheerleaders. Funny enough, she was a brunette while her friends were blonde bimbos. Plus, she actually dress properly while her friends did not. I guess it has to do with her being the daughter of pastor so she had to fit in the part. She was no angel. I won't even call you an devil, Natalie, if you're watching this just to show you how nice I am.

"Isn't it the sinner of Zoë?" She asked her friends, pitying me with her dark brown eyes. She was pale, long dark brown hair that would even make Rapunzel jealous, but I'll admit that she was pretty. She had on gray skirt, a bubblegum pink cardigan, a white dress shirt, and black Doc Martins.

I used to like those shoes until they became mainstream.

"None of us are perfect. Adam and Eve proved it," I reminded her, grabbing a paper towel and wiping my hands.

"But your mother was a great sinner, probably just like Mary Magdalene," she casually dropped in. "She did kill herself in the end Oops. I shouldn't have said that."

I probably looked calm on the outside when I was actually fuming on the inside. I knew exactly what she was referring to.

"Don't talk about my mother like that," I gritted my teeth. That's a tough subject for me, something I really don't like talking about

"Are you following her example? I heard that you had sex with Damien Hale from the football team? You're not married and you're doing that. Surely you're going to hell."

Just for the record, Damien and I didn't hook up. It was at a party where we were both drunk and just passionately kissed each other. What's the crime in that?

"Don't you mean purgatory? Then what were you doing with Aiden? I'm pretty sure that Aiden is the hit and leave kind if guy but you always managed to stay by him." She was shocked. Two can okay this came. "Does a cat got your tongue?" I teased.

"How does it feel like having sex with half the population of school? Is that what you wanted? Are you that much of an attention whore?"

By then, I lost it. I walked past her and stopped. I turned back to her and saw the victorious smirk on her face. My instincts became alive. I picked her in the face and sent her slamming on her butt. Of course, the cheerleaders planned to take action by attacking me, but I ended up doing the same thing like I did Natalie. When it was over, Mr. Hayes looked at me with a disappointed look.