The Killing Mime

Chapter 8: None of Your Concern

"Why such a rush doll face?" Just the person I didn't want to see. I go rigid and narrow my eyes at the girls silently cursing them for being so slow.

They all avert their eyes to their desk but I can see smiles slowly making it's way on to their faces. As if they can feel my impatient mood they hurry and get up while 'Real grabs my arm and drags me away. We get out the classroom and I nearly strangle the girls.

"I'm going to kill you." I say to them calmly before heading to my locker and putting my stuff that I don't need for homework.

"Well since you're in such a good mood we'll just wait for you in the parking lot with the boys." Rica says before smiling and hugging me and running down the hall with the girls laughing. They know me so well to know that if you hug me I'm more likely going to hurt you. I smile and go back to sorting my locker.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a slip of paper that fell from one of my binders. I pick it up and see that it's an old picture and automatically get mixed emotions.

It's a picture of me and him. I think back to the memories I can't escape and slam my fist to a locker. I crumple up the picture and finish putting up my stuff.

"What?" I turn around and sneer at Lash.

"What was that?" He leans against a locker opposite from me.

"None of your concern." I say back trying to control my anger suddenly boiling up in me.

"Why so defensive?"

"None of your damn fucking concern jackass."

"Is that your answer for everything?" He smiles and starts walking towards me.

"Take a step closer and I'll rip yours and your friends balls off and staple them to your foreheads. Oh wait I can't cause you don't have any balls." I smile sweetly at him.

"Why would you think my friends are here and why don't you think I don't have any balls?"

"First, I can see them out of them out of the corner of my eye. Secondly I won't be surprised you don't have any balls cause a girl probably ripped them off when you gave her a STD." I see his friends walk out from where they were and stand by Lash while trying to hold in a laugh.

"Feisty. Not bad, not bad." One of his friends say earning a glare from Lash.

"Whateves." I kick my locker to close it and grab my bag heading for the doors to the parking lot.

"Do you need a--" one of them shouts before they see me walking up to my car. My white/black Jeep Wrangler to be exact. It maybe old but I take extreme care of it to make it look new.

"Nah I'm good." I shout back to them and smirk at my friends as they shake their heads at me. We all start to pile in our cars and head back home to prepare for some street fights.

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A/N
'Sup people. I know it's short and boring but it's kinda just a filler. Next chap will be in Lash's POV!!

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