Sat infront of the mirror I watched as my hair floated to the floor as the hair designer snipped away. Once my hair was cut short and choppy (I loved it) they died it to ash black.
Once my hair had been done I got moved to next to the girl I saw before. She seemed to shuffle away from me in her seat but I ignored her ignorance by saying, "Hi."
"Er hi." She said in a bitchy voice.
"So are you used to this or have you been asked to play this role of whatever?" I asked trying to make awkward conversation.
"Please. This is not an interview." She asked leaning further away.
"Well what do you want to talk about then?" I asked getting quite annoyed with her bitchiness and ignorance.
"Nothing." She said aloud then quietly she mumbled, "Not with you anyway."
Cracking my knuckles which I could see made her shiver, "What's wrong with you? Don't wanna be here or something?" I was waiting for her to say something bitchy or the slightest bit out of order.
"Nothings wrong, I'm just not the type to make conversation."
"I made conversation though, you could at least answer me."
"I'm sorry, correction, I'm not the type to speak to freaks like you who hang around trying to make pathetic conversation now leave me alone or-"
I never knew the other option because my fist accidentally collided with her pretty make up covered little nose. "Oh my God." She said picking herself up from the floor, "Oh my God you animal. YOU FUCKING ANIMAL!" She screamed while charging at me. I watched her run to me but as soon as she got hold of my hair I knew she was going to fight bitchy. I held her arms why she pulled my hair from side to side, then when she thought she'd won I nipped the underside of the tops of her arms where she squealed in pain (try it now it really works) and let go of my hair. That let me spin round and throw her over my shoulder like I got taught at a self defence class. I was going to get ontop of her and start slamming her head onto the carpet hard but Marilyn turned up suddenly and caught my arms.
"Woah woah, no fighting ladies." He smirked, "C'mon fighter," He said to me, "lets find a less defensive person to sit with." He then took me to a corner with two empty seats and sat with me.
I sat down looking around for that bitch but I got caught in Marilyns eyes. "Relax already!" He laughed leaning back, "That girls a bitch and really, really bad in bed."
"Haha, I don't relax."
"Well you do now." He smirked again. I can't lie his beauty is phenominal, but he really does get on my nerves. He then leant forward to the liquor on the table, got two glasses and poured out two glasses of what looked like WKD and slid it across the table towards me. I took it just so he didn't taunt me about that aswell. I was still shaking at the fact Marilyn Manson was my history teacher. I was drinking WKD with my history teacher. I sipped the drink every so often and it was really good. Beginning to feel quite tipsy I started getting quite flirty with Marylin. "Relaxing yet?" He asked when he noticed me smiling at him while swaying slightly.
"Oh yes." I said giving him - in my drunken mind - a flirtatious smile.
"Good." He smiled drinking half the glass.
Sexily (and drunk) I slid over to Marilyn and mumbled, "After this lets go partying." Then I purred. I purred. And if that wasn't bad enough I kissed his leather shoulder pad then bit my lip.
"Thats a good idea." He laughed then kissed my neck a few times and I laughed as he did it!
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Born Villain
FanfictionMr Warner is a teacher at Avrils school, but who would think Mr Warners name was Brian Hugh Warner (If you don't know who that is don't even bother reading because you are no fan)?
