Losing Time

Chapter 6: Stop judging me

"Merda! Sono di nuovo in ritardo! (Shit! I'm late again!)" I mumbled to myself as I ran to my first class. I ran in the door and walked straight to my seat, avoiding all eye contact.

"Mrs. Zello, how nice of you to finally join us. You're a bit late, care to explain?" Mrs. Holland asked.

I shook my head. Nope, not at all. Sorry lady. She sighed and continued her lesson.

Amara threw a note at me. It said: Where were you?? Drama with Alyssa. This time, its directed at you. I'm so sorry, its all my fault.

I rolled my eyes and wrote: Slept in. And I don't care about her or whatever she's saying about me, she's just trying to draw attention to herself. Don't worry about it. She's just a stupid bitch.

And I threw it back at her. She groaned and shook her head. Then, she threw it back at me: No, she's trying to ruin you're reputation. She told Mrs. Holland that you weren't here because you were pregnant. She's so lame, that's the best she could come up with.

I smirked, gosh that Alyssa was an idiot. Don't you know, messing with Italians is the stupidest thing you could possibly do. I wrote: Calm down. Just pretend to pay attention, like everyone else. I'll talk to Alyssa and her whores at lunch. I don't like having rumors spread about me.

I zoned out for the rest of the class, and when it ended, I went up to Mrs. Holland and said "Just so you know, what Alyssa said was a rumor. I'm not pregnant. Don't believe everything you hear."

She nodded, "I'm sorry, its just you're always getting checked out for medical reasons and I guess it just made sense."

I sighed, "I get checked out a lot because I'm dying from Cytistic Fibrosis. Not pregancy." And I walked out.

Finally, lunch came. Amara approached me, "Are you sure you want to talk to her??"

"Yep!" I answered, walking straight into her group. "Hey Alyssa! I just wanted to say, thanks for making assumptions about me even though you know nothing about me. Pregancy? Really? That's the best you could do? And I think everyone knows you're more likely to get pregnant than I am." I said confidently.

She frowned at me, "Are you calling me a slut?"

"Yep."

"Wow, you're so rude. Its probably the pregnancy mood swings." She answered, smirking at me.

I smiled at her, "Wouldn't you know that oh too well?"

Her and her friends gasped, which meant I did good! Yay! I made bitches gasp.

And with that, I walked away. Amara was giggling when I walked back to her. "Oh my god Bianca... I can't believe you did that."

I grinned at her, "Believe it sister! It happened." And we walked to our next class, smiling like idiots.