The Story Of Us

.Ch 3

I watched as the small hand of the clock on the wall ticked painstakingly by. My third period math class was pure torture.  I loved all my other classes; math was just the one exception.  It was sent straight from Satan's ass to be a bane in my life.  It did not help that I had all the sluts and wannabe sluts in this class. Hearing about how to perform the perfect blow job was not my idea of a fun pastime.  Gritting my teeth I done my best to ignore it.

"Bitch up front!"

I knew without looking back that whoever it was, was talking to me. I chose not to let them get the best of me. I ignored them.

"Hey I am talking to you bitch," the squeaky voice came again.

This time I turned to see that one of the school's biggest sluts was eyeballing me with a sly grin on her painted up face.  I think her name is Quinn. Maybe she was kin to Harley Quinn?  That would explain the hideous makeup job she had going for her.  Her light blond hair was pulled back into a messy bun. Lord someone needed to show her what a brush looked like. 

"Are you talking to me," I motioned to myself trying my best to be polite.  There was no reason to throw back an insult even though they loved to do that to me.  I was not them and I was not about to start to sink to their level of rudeness. 

The girl rolled her mascara soaked eyes at me as if I was stupid.  I wanted to slap that piece of gum she was chewing down her throat.  Hadn't anyone ever told her to chew with her mouth closed?  Otherwise if you don't you look like a horse.

"Well who else would I be talking to idiot?"

I just shrugged my shoulders.

Quinn leaned over her desk giving Amy the best evil eye she could make.  "I saw that little run in with Kyria earlier. A word to the wise...back off." She smiled causing her lips to sparkle blood red. "I would hate to break that precious little innocent face of yours." The smile was gone after that.

I was honestly taken back by what she said. Where did she get off threatening me when I did not do one thing wrong in the situation with Kyria this morning?  I wanted nothing to do with Kyria!  Kyria was the one that would not leave me alone!

Eyes wide I just stared at Quinn as if she had grown horns on the top of her head. "Excuse me,  but there is no need to pass threats. I don't care at all about Kyria.  She is all yours for all I care. What you saw in the hallway was her just being her stupid self and wanting to play mind games." I gave Quinn a hard glare. "If you want her then you can have her, but just know that you will be sharing her with a lot of girls.  As we all know Kyria Austin does not settle down for just one girl.  And oh by the way...I like guys." With that being said I turned and faced the front.  I thought I heard a "fuck you bitch" mumbled by an angry Quinn, but I wasn't for sure.  Oh well. She started it.

The bell rang and I waited for the last person to make it out of the classroom before I gathered my stuff walking out as well.  I was passing the biology room when something firm hit my books hard almost making them fly out of my hands. Thankfully I had a good grip on them and I just stumbled back a few steps. Mouth in a tight straight line I turned to see what the hell just hit me and that's when I saw Lilith The Evil and her one of million demon lovers looking my way grinning. 

"I should have known," I snapped. 

"You really should watch where you are going Foster.  I would hate it if you hurt that little book worm face.  It would be a pitty for all the books you would miss out on reading while you recovered."

Kyria was always the one for the dramatics. Damn that adorable Australian accent!

Seeing her now with her inked arms wrapped tightly around Quinn pressing her against the wall made my stomach burn a little. For some reason I did not like seeing Kyria that close with Quinn.  It wasn't that I wanted to be close to Kyria,  I just didn't like seeing her that close to anyone. I know I am weird. I get told on a daily basis. 

"Take a picture.  It will last longer," said Quinn pulling Kyria by the waist closer to her.  She looked like she was letting me know just who Kyria belonged to. 

"No thanks.  I still have to eat lunch." I wanted to pat myself on the back.  Good one Amy. 

Quinn was scowling at me while Kyria being her normal rude self was laughing.  I didn't see anything funny,  but clearly she did.

I wanted to puke right there on the spot when Quinn out of nowhere jerked Kyria by the front of her shirt to her and kissed her hard on the mouth.  I waited for Kyria to pull away, but she didn't.  Instead she held Quinn closer deepening the kiss even more. 

No one in the hallway seemed to mind. They either ignored them or just grinned and kept going the ways they were going as if nothing was happening.

Me on the other hand was doing anything but. WHAT A BITCH!  I HATE HER! I SO FUCKING HATE HER!

At this point I did not know who my newfound hatred was for, just that I had it and it was burning through me like a fire from the deepest part of hell. In that moment I wanted to yank Kyria away and snatch every single strand of blond hair that Quinn had out of her head!

Not letting Kyria or Quinn see how angry they both had made me I calmly as I could walked away not looking back. What the hell was wrong with me? When had I become violent?

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