The Outlaw's Fairy Tale

Chapter 8: We all got abominable things to say

“Now would someone please explain what happened?”

“She started it!” Brittany and I spoke in unison.

"I knew I should have taken up bull fighting as a career."

We were seated in Mr. Martin’s office for a fight she obviously caused. But the principal couldn't ignore my hand surrounding her throat, belting off a string of threats. So now here we are, facing the repercussions of creating a huge racket, thanks to the evident tattling of those high school teachers. They hated me beyond what hate could attain. Sure, Little Pamela Anderson was loved by all, scoring straight A's completed with well written assignments that even the Encyclopedia would find informative. Sponsored by the nerds. She had the school under her feet, everyone except Ty. That’s the only reason Fake Barbie here was ever out to get me. She wanted what she couldn’t have, and what she’s wanted most – Tyler Banks. The day she first found out Tyler took me home, she yelled at lunch ladies, stomped a computer and made the principal's assistant cry.

She’s not exactly a warm bowl of soup when it comes to Tyler. It didn’t help her case when one of the varsity dance members found out she had surgery done - taking into account that the dance and cheer leading group are rivals - she told everyone in school. And till date, I’ve used it against her.

So where were we again? Right, the fight....

“I don’t care who started it, I want to know what happened.” Principal Martin insisted. He used his embroidered handkerchief to wipe the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. He looked so tired of handling teenage drama, in my defence she began this.

BumbleBlonde ceased the opportunity to speak. “Look Scott-”

“As much as you are my favorite student Ms. Hart you will address me as Mr. Martin.” Principal M sighed, rubbing the lenses of his reading glasses on the end of his shirt.

“Yes... That..” She flicked her fake extensions over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him. “I merely tried to point out to her that she needs to get her criminal hands off my man, but Alexis just lost it and came after me, I mean look at what she’s done to my eye. Do you know the make up it’s going to take to hide this ugly thing on my face?”

“Honey, that ugly thing is your face.” I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Shut up Spark!” She scowled at me. She turned back to face Mr. Martin, “You see what I have to deal with? What I don’t understand is why she isn’t back in jail? We all know about her little drug obsession.”

I dug my hands into my skin to keep my anger in control. It did little to nothing when she wouldn't stop yapping.

“Oh bite me, Blondie. I could ask the same about you, to be honest. Why aren’t you back in the clinic, you know to get another liposuction or tummy tuck, maybe this time, get a brain?”

I’m going to kill her, right here, right now.

“So you admit to having a drug problem?” She asked with a smug look on her face.

“I have never taken a drug in my life!”

That was true.

“And for your information, I have never associated myself with drugs.”

Okay that, may not all be true..

I was just too damn good to ever get caught. Well, with possession of drugs, that is. Dylan and I were found near a dealing site once and were wrongly accused, for which I went to juvie and the other time was for speeding and driving without a license. I spent three nights in jail. It was fun though, I made new friends there...