The Elite

Chapter 2

*Ember's POV*

The next day me and Lily sit in physics class, it's coming towards the end of our double period and my back is killing me thanks to these stools.

I arch my back as I lean forward into the desk, "I hate these bloody stools so much!" I whisper to Lily as we continue to quickly scribble down notes from off the board.

"Tell me about it," she whines leaning over to the left to try and get all of the notes.

"That's it for today," our substitute teacher says walking to stand in front of the board, he goes to sit down on his chair but completely misses it causing him to reach out quickly for the corner of his desk to stop him from falling flat on his ass.

I look at Lily and she looks at me, we both stifle our giggles but it's too late as he looks up at us trying to compose himself and scoop up any dignity that he as left.

"Class dismissed," his tone stern as we gather up our things and leave the room.

Once we're outside the lab me and Lily burst into uncontrollable laughter, I throw my head back as we walk upstairs to the students room. Everyone staring at our red faces and streaming eyes from where we've been cry laughing.

"What the hell happened to you two?" James asks staring up from his phone, the group of guys sitting around him un-phased by our presence. I like it that way though, I hate attention.

"Something way too funny to repeat," Lily says in between laughs, "if I do I think we'll both pee ourselves."

"Please don't pee yourselves!" One of the guys chirps up putting his phone in his pocket, I don't remember his name.

"It really wouldn't surprise me if Ember did," Owen year 13's biggest dickhead taunts me, "she barely says anything, so shy and nervous, aren't we Ember? Just like a little girl."

Lily and James duck their heads leaving all the attention on me, I can feel a slight blush creeping up onto my cheeks. Not out of embarrassment but anger, Owen has tortured me since we started junior school. He's always been the bully of our year and so for some reason I'm always his prime target, but I've had enough of his shitty comments and how he picks on me.

"She's always been the quietest of the class, have you lost your voice box or something?" He asks me a smirk set on his face as I clench my jaw, "that time when you ran out of class during your speaking assessment, holy hell that was hilarious!"

I don't know why I'm hanging onto my self control, I've had enough of his underestimation and viscous name calling.

"It's really sad," he continues, "she's really sad."

God damn it. I can't take this anymore.

I straighten myself up my jaw still clenched, "and you're really pathetic!" I spit.

"Oh wow!" He grins, "you actually talk!"

I let a chuckle slip out from between my lips, "why the hell would I talk to you? Why would I want to associate myself with an absolute dickhead?" I ask.

Owen's smirk falls from his face and instead there's a frown there to replace it.
"I mean what sort of kick do you get out of it Owen?" I ask him, not moving an inch, "what kick could you possibly get out of making a person feel so small and insignificant?"

He stays silent his head bowed, "the problem is, is that you're a coward!" I raise my voice gaining the attention of several others in the room, "you need to watch out for those you taunt and underestimate, me especially because I love proving people wrong. Especially lowlife arseholes like yourself."