This is my story, Trouble

Ch. 3 Overwatch

A picture of Troubèl and Parrish on top.

After PE, I had 1 hour French left. Don't ask me why I have French, or why they give it. I don't know. I like French, and I'm good at it, so I chose it, since you had to pick 2 extra subjects. I chose French and music, since I play the piano.

Anyways, during PE, I've talked a lot with Parrish. Turns out that she had a lot in common with me, and she is not a total bitch like her sister. Well, steph-sister. The reason why they share there last names is quite a story.

Kimberly lived with her dad for 8 years. He abused her, raped her and didn't care about her at all. He blamed her for the death of her mother, since her mother died while giving birth. She had to learn how to take care of herself, and practically skipped youth because she had to take care of her dad. He was drunk all the time. When she was 8 years old, Parrish and her family moved next door. Parrish wanted to be friends with her, but Kimberly didn't let anyone in. On Kimberly's birthday, they became friends. She came to Kimberly's house with a cake and a present, a teddy bear. They celebrated at her home. When Kimberly's dad found out about this, he got mad. He kept hitting Kimberly, while Parrish ran away to get her parents.

One last hit, and Kimberly could've been dead. When she woke up she thanked Parrish, but not for saving her life, but for celebrating her birthday for the first time. She also thanked her for the fun, since she hadn't expierenced any ''fun'' all of her life. Kimberly's father got arrested and Kimberly should've been send to a foster home, but instead, the parents from Parrish took her in. That's why she has been bitchy to me. For her, people can't be trusted.

Kimberly always wanted to erase the last thing -besides her scars of cutting herself, and some scars her father left her- that remembered her from every time he hitted her; her last name. On her 16th birthday, she got a new passport as present. The parents of Parrish bought her a new lastname, as weird as it sounds (they're really rich).

Quite sad. When Parrish told me this, I was speechless. I thought she was just angry for no reason, but I think I can accept her behavior with this past. I feel so bad right now for fighting with her.. I just defended myself, but still. I feel for her, I really wish I could just learn that man a lesson. Mans shouldn't take advantage of girls or womans like that. That's why I started boxing competitions in California.

I want to proof that boys don't have to be stronger, just because that's the way it normally is. I want to inspire girls with this, and I want them to be able to take care of themselves if a man ever wants to use a girl in a inappropriate way. Sexual, or not, it's not the way how it should be.

Back to the rest of my day. Ofcourse, no one from my, uh, friends (?) had French, so I had to find the classroom by myself. I was preparing to be late again, but surprisingly enough, I had actually found my classroom for French on time, probably because I got the right map this time. You're probably wondering, were did she get that ? Well, most likely you weren't wondering that, but the lady from the reception gave it to me. She told me that the one Charley switched was from the senior building.

Yes apparently, this college has 2 buildings. I don't understand why that is, since it would probably fit in one building. Not my business anyways.

In French, I noticed one boy that used to go to my old school in California, but he transferred to another High School because his parents moved away. No way he could recognize me. He changed a lot, not that I used to go out with him, but he was always that person that you barely notice. Quiet, shy, alone.

Now, he literally shouted through the class who would go to the party of Lucas tonight. He didn't really care that the teacher was about to begin. As result, our teacher was beyond irritated for the rest of the lesson. It wasn't fun. At. All. She snapped at everything.

I was silent, the whole lesson, making some exercises. I clicked my pen while thinking, just 4 times and she got all angry and started yelling at me. I didn't understand a thing since I had earplugs in, I only heared someone shouting, I looked up and apparently, she was shouting at me. Poor her, wasting her -well, maybe not so precious- breath on me while I wasn't even listening. Sorry not sorry

After French, I didn't had any classes left. My day was short, I had 3 subjects today. Yay me. I started 2 hours of math (next to Charley, barely survived), English Literature, 2 hours of PE, and French. But it took me another hour to finish my homework, so practically I had 7 hours school.

I look at the clock, 3 pm. What shall I do ? Do I have enough food to cook ? Maybe I should do the groceries. But I'm to lazy. Unlucky for you because it needs to be done. We're the same person idiot. Wow subconsiousness, for the first time in my life you actually made a point. I always make a point, but it's up to you to admit it. Probably, yes.

I make myself a grocery list and head to my motor. I hope the traffic will be better then in the morning, otherwise it'll take me 30 minutes to get to the grocery store. Just to be clear, the grocery store is barely 10 minutes away.. That's literally the only con about Newyork, the traffic.

Besides that, I like a lot about New York. Especially the people. They don't necessarily mind your business. They let you be you, and you can easily just blend in the crowd.

Surprisingly enough, the ride only took me 13 minutes, because of some traffic lights. I take out my bag and I enter the grocery store. For me, doing the groceries is not as normal as it seems. I take a timer with me, and record my time, and write it down in my Phone everytime I broke my record. The only rule attached to it, is that my grocery list contains 10+ articles. It's a good way to only buy what you need, because you want to break your record. I know, it's weird but I tend to buy more then I need, and this way, I don't. I only buy the necessary.

After I arrived at the counter to pay my groceries I stop the time. DAMNIT ! 20 damn seconds away from my record. I sigh and take my groceries out of my bag. As I look up I see Lucas. Working. At a grocery story. As soon as he notice me his eyes widen for a bit, but he recovers short after with his stupid arrogant cute face again. Subconsiousness, shut up. I'm not going over this A- fucking gain.

''Look who is there, if it isn't our little Troublemaker.'' I groan at his nickname. ''You can't click pens in the lesson ma'dam.'' Wait.. How does he know about that ? As if he can read my thoughts, he answers. Or well, maybe he just saw my weird looking face.

''I have my contacts.'' He smirks. Why do boys always have to smirk. I groan.

''Which girl did you fuck ?'' I joked.