To Be Free

And This, On The Day Of My Daughter's Wedding

  Various profanities rang through the air as I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and stubbed my toe on the side of my bed.

That's it. I'm just not going to go.

Shut up, you have to, otherwise you won't be signed in.

So?

Come on self, get going. We are only thirty minutes late.

Damn you self conscience. I wish you'd jump ship like my right shoulder angel did.

I ended the inner argument with myself, put on a shirt and grabbed my leather jacket. It was my first day of senior year and I really only need to go in order to get my GED or some shit. I walked out of the door and sighed heavily while trudging to my motorcycle.

  My blonde hair whipped behind me in the wind, as I sped down the road to my school. The Westbrooke High sign came into view and the parking lot was void of people. I breathed out a sigh of relief. Thank you to whatever god was watching my back. I hated dealing with people in the mornings. I prefer their silent fear.

  I strode through the front doors and the usual gasp of fear travelled around the cafeteria. I smirked in satisfaction.

The office attendant looked at me wearily when I entered the room to collect my schedule and locker combination. You see, I may or may not have played a slight, "prank" on her and the rest of the office staff by stuffing one of the peppy little cheerleaders from the school into the backseat of the attendants car last year.

  I suppose getting home to find a student knocked out cold in your backseat doesn't look good on your résumé, nor does it calm your anxiety filled nerves. I thought it was hilarious to be honest. I even had some fake blood smeared on the seats.

  The lady carefully slid my information across the desk. She didn't need to ask my name, I was very well known in this town.

  I unlocked my locker and decided to just rig it so that I didn't have to bother with remembering it later. I slid my leather jacket off of my arms very cautiously. I had just gotten it from my brother a few days ago, and it was probably worth more than my whole life. I placed it on a hook towards the back.

  My classes were pretty neutral, so I ditched first period and took the time to wander around the halls. It's astonishing how easy it is to get away with things in this place, especially when most people are terrified of you.

  I smiled to myself and stuffed a pair of headphones in my ears, venturing to the front doors. Our door guard gave me a respectful nod before opening the doors for me. He happened to be one of my boxing trainers. That is, until my first test when I completely owned him in a fight. He decided to just come to my fights to support me and he sent me to my favorite trainer.

  I didn't really need a trainer though, his job was primarily to make sure I didn't slack off.

  I sat in the parking lot for awhile, but that got boring so I decided to actually go to my classes. My next class was history; Cold War to be exact.

  The day went by quickly and soon enough, the sweet sound of the lunch bell filled my ears. Students rushed out of every classroom while I smiled at my ability to part the hallway crowd with just my presence. Every single one of the hungry kids went directly around me without looking up, as if it were in their DNA.

  I made my way to my locker and grabbed my leather jacket out of it's safe place to slip it on. The comforting warmth made me smile for the first time all day. I looked down for a moment and noticed that one of my shoes was untied.

  I frowned and bent down to fix the problem. As I stood back up, a screech rang through the air, momentarily filling the silence before a hot liquid poured straight onto my head and all over my jacket.

Someone. Was. Going. To. Die.

  I looked into the eyes of the offender and almost snorted at the sight. I may have, had I not been so consumed in anger. Sebastian Knight stood before me looking positively horrified behind his huge glasses and floppy dark brown hair. He patted his baby blue button up shirt all the way to his khaki trousers looking for something.

  He finally reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He then proceeded to attempt to wipe off some of the coffee from my face and jacket. His hands were trembling and he kept biting his lip.

  I let him continue for another minute or two while I contemplated his punishment.

Not able to hide my anger anymore, I grabbed his wrist and twisted it so that his hand was painfully turned backwards. His soft blue eyes met mine and I swear to you, his lip trembled.

  "Please don't hurt me. I have a very important math club meeting this evening and the guys are really counting on me. I need this hand to write answers." He stated.

  I chuckled in return, making him flinch backwards. "Oh tsk tsk darling. Unfortunately for you, this happened to be a brand new leather jacket and I spent at least an hour straightening my hair to perfection this morning. You're not getting away so easily."

Okay, maybe I lied, my hair was already straightened from the previous night, but he looked horrified and he seemed to have chosen his next words very carefully. However, my eyes were caught on our school's queen bee. She looked at my hand that was bending Sebastian's backwards still. She glared at our skin to skin contact and stormed off.

"What does that imply? I am quite worried right now. I have heard many things about you and I cannot say I'm ecstatic to be graced with your presence at this particular time." Sebastian finally got out.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Oh little buttercup, don't you worry. I have a grand plan. Tell me, how well do you know Jo Greene?"

"She's uh... She's kind of my enemy. She's not very nice to me..." He mumbled.

"You mean she kicks your ass?"

"Yeah... She does."

"How would you feel about turning your pathetic noodle self into who you were supposed to be?"

"And what would that be?"

"Just say yes, dumbass. You don't have a choice." I snarled.

"Y-y-yes." He responded.

I smiled sweetly, "Good."

Step one: get loser to ride on motorcycle.

His eyebrows furrowed and it gave me the urge to flick his nose, so I did it. He frowned and turned to the side.

"Loser? Motorcycle? What?? Help me lord, I have gone mad. I'm bonkers, insane. I mean gosh."

Shoot, did I say that out loud?

"And all this, on the day of my daughters wedding." He mumbled quietly.

I snorted unattractively and didn't let him continue his rambling. Instead, I grabbed his forearm and dragged him out to the parking lot. I had a plan. A plan titled, "Make Nerd Hot." The title was subject to change, of course, but this was going to be epic.