The Killing Mime

Part 17: BULLSEYE!

I sit at my desk and plug in my earbuds. I blast out my music and work on my art project.

"Ah, there's the little fighter." I freeze when I here that and look up. How does know? Did I let it slip without my awareness? Calm down Mins, jeez he might not even know! Lash is standing in front of me with his friends behind him.

"What did you just say?" I fake a laugh and quirk my eyebrow for more effect.

"That fight during break with Poppy."

"Oh yeah, the bitch had it coming is all I can say."

"Yeah you broke her nose with one punch."

"Please I was holding back", I scoff, "if it was street rules then I'd have beat the living shit outta her, her Barbie dolls, and fuck boys."

"Eh, she's annoying but a fucking genius in bed is all I can say."
He sighs and sits beside me.

"Ew that's fucking disgusting", I cringe at the thought of them in bed. He laughs and shakes his head his hair falling in front of his eyes.

"Well I'm telling you the truth."

"Should of seen it coming though." I turn to look at him and see him giving me the 'what- do- you- mean?' look. I roll my eyes and shake my head. "Come on, the bad boy look and vibe? You got it, of course I would've expected the actions! I'm also expecting the grades to, am I right?"

"Yes the grades to, but just because I have the image you thought I was automatically one of them? I'm hurt Fathomless."

"Whatever, do you also have the bad boy life style?"

"I'm not sure which one you think I am but I have the fucking best life ever. The money, looks, body,  style, everything the bad boy needs." He reclines in his desk putting his hands behind his head.

"No one has the best fucking life ever. The best fucking life doesn't exist 'cause everyone has secrets they don't want anyone to know and that causes trouble." I roll my eyes and choose to ignore him for the rest of class.

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A few minutes before the bell rings for the end of the day the teacher calls me.

"Miss Fathomless, can I see you for a bit?" My Lit. teacher asks without looking up from grading  papers.

"What for exactly?" I freeze and notice that most of the class has started to move more slowly out of curiosity. Stupid fuckers.

"You need to stay for after school detention."

"What for?! I didn't do a damn thing the whole day!" I ask in disbelief, I feel 'Real's hand on my arm. I turn around and she shakes her head shooting me a warning look. I shrug off her hand and glare at the teacher.

"Watch your language young lady! I will not have you disrespect me in my class!" Her face turns red from anger.

"Watch who the fuck you're talking to old hag! Tell me what the fuck I did to get detention!" I know I'm over reacting but what the hell did I do?! I don't like being accused of shit that I might've not done, I may or may not have a bit of a temper.

"GET OUT! GO TO THE DETENTION ROOM NOW AND YOU CAN STAY ANOTHER HALF HOUR TO MAKE UP FOR YOUR MISBEHAVIOR YOU ARE CAUSING!" She slams her hands down on her desk and points to the door shaking.

I smirk and get up from my seat, "Gladly miss." I start walking down the aisle and head for the door. "Oh before I leave, you should keep a close eye on your husband. Seen him walking around town...with other females. Just sayin'." With that I slam the door shut making it echo through out the empty hallway.