Fallen Angels

2. "School Prison? Same Thing."

Image: Enola
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Ekatsim's POV

I hate everything.

I sat in between Enola and some guy who thought he could touch me. He kept bringing his hand to my chest, only for Enola to smack his hand and threaten to cut it off.

"I will slice your hand off." Enola growled, the guy shrugged.

"She's not stopping me." He replied.

"People don't usually plan murders out loud." I cut in, looking at the guy. He had red hair and dark brown eyes, muscular form too. But did that give him a right to touch me? Hell nah.

"Come on babe, at least I'm hot!" He whined.

"You're hot, but your personality is not." I said blankly. Enola snickered while the guy's face turned beet red.

"Do you know who I am?!" Veins were popping up on his forehead, redness crawling down to his neck.

"A pervert?" I purposely made it seem like a question just to anger him more. 

"You little-"

"Gorgeous princess?" I cut him off. "I am a Queen bish." A smirk crawled onto my face as the dude got angrier. The bus came to a stop. "Oh! Would you look at that, we're at school!" I shoved the guy out the seat and jumped over him, Enola following closely behind.

We ran into the main entrance and into the main office.

"Hi!" Enola chirped, plastering a fake smile on her face as we entered the office. "We're new here and need our schedules for the first day of prison!" The lady at the desk raised an eyebrow.

"Don't you mean school?" The office lady-- which I now know as Glenda from her tag-- asked.

"School, prison? Same thing." Enola giggled. I knew she hated acting like this, but she did it to make it seem like we were good kids.

"Sweetheart, I'd watch my mouth if I were you." Glenda glowered at Enola. The giddy look immediately disappeared and a sneer replaced it.

"Listen here, Glenda." Enola spat, her tone hard like steel. "I can say what ever I want about this school, it's called Freedom of Speech! It's not hurting anybody is it?" She growled, Glenda shook her head hesitantly. "Exactly. So, if you don't want me to talk to the principal about your attitude towards the new students, then shut up! And kindly give us our schedules." She finished with a sickly sweet smile on her face, so sweet you could get a cavity.

"Of course!" Glenda gritted out with a forced smile. Enola ripped it from her hands and walked out of the office.

"You don't have to be such a bish about it." I said as we began looking for our lockers. She sighed and ran a hand through her thick, curtain of hair.

"I know, but her reaction was funny." She replied. "Ooh! There are our lockers!" She latched onto my arm and dragged me along. Our lockers were next to each others.

"Well, I suck at opening lockers. How about you?"  She shrugged, inspecting the lock and twisting the knob this way while looking down at the paper every few seconds. The lock popped open and Enola began working on mine, the knob spinning so fast it was a blur as she put my combination in.

"You do realize I know how to open your locker right?" I nodded, not understanding. "Which means I could put stuff in or take stuff out." My eyes widened. A smirk crawled onto her face.

"Come on sis, let's go to class. Can't be late!" Enola sung as she walked away.

"Enola! Give me schedule!"