THE GEEK'S SLUT.

Chapter 3: Victoria

I sighed heavily rolling my eyes at the teacher I was currently in detention with. He kept peeking at me through the book he was casually 'reading'. Notice the quotes on reading.

Five more minutes. I loudly chewed my gum and popped it. The teacher rose a questioning eye brow and I shrugged in reply and continued to 'read' his book.

To test my theory, I leaned down a little bit and his eyes immediately flew to my chest area.

"Something wrong?" I taunted him. He gulped and looked away trying hard to keep his resolve.

"Why would you assume so, Miss Airheart?"

I shrugged again. He cleared his throat loudly as I watched in amusement.

The principal suddenly came in and called for the teacher. I don't think I was the only one that noticed the bulge in his pants. I snickered too myself when he left and put my worn out earphones on but before I could pick a Playlist, I heard a voice behind me.

"How do you do that?" I turned to see a petite girl sitting beside me. She had fiery red hair and bright blue eyes.

"Do what?" I asked playing dumb.

"You know what I'm talking about. You gave the guy a hard on without even trying!"

I shrugged again and turn on the music. After a few minutes she tapped my shoulder and I turned to face her, lowering the volume on my phone.

"I want to be like you." I stared at her as of she grew a fourth head right after the third. Looking at the time I packed my things shaking my head. Maybe she's high or something.

"Trust me, you don't want to." I rushed out of the classroom ignoring everybody as I prepared myself for the long walk home. These stupid heals are killing my feet. I can't wait to remove them.

I tightened my jacket around my body and folded my arms when the neighbourhood began to change. Hurriedly, I finally turned into my street noticing the ganged groups spread around the area. Almost running from the looks passed to me, I unlocked the door and slammed it behind me, locking it right after. Didn't want to get robbed...or worse.

I sighed and fell into the couch. As I stared at the ceiling, the peals of paint which were threatening to fall, strangely looked like pizza. My stomach then growled at the thought. Maybe it's just my hungry mind talking.

I walked to the fridge and flinched at the sight. A spoilt tomato among others stared back at me but what really got me was the dead (and twitching) cockroach. I grimaced and grabbed the half eaten loaf of bread and a jar of jam before closing the fridge. I thoroughly washed a spoon and used it to spread the jam on a piece of bread I had cut out and fetched a glass of water. Sending the meal to my room, I wolfed it down in seconds. It would have to do for now.

I got started on my homework. Algebra is more agonising than a clingy boyfriend asking for more action. I groaned and rubbed my eyes tiredly and decided I've had enough brain damage for a day and prepared myself for bed.

Tomorrow's another new day, I guess.

~*~

"Victoria. See me after class. Michael, could you also wait behind?" My chemistry teacher said when the bell rang. I groaned at having to spend more time in this cell. I could be in the parking lot by now, I whined mentally.

"Please, take a seat. Both of you. Now Victoria, I understand you have some difficulties," I rolled my eyes. "But it's having too much of an effect on your academic performance." I groaned loudly when I realised what he was trying to do. He put a scores sheet on the table and I smirked. "This is not funny miss Air-heart. Your grades for the term -no your high school life- ranges between E8 and F9!"