Chapter 2
"Bye Sweetie, have fun at school!" My mother calls after me as I walk out the front door.
"Bye." I mumble, putting my headphones in as I walk into the cold air, the icy rain stinging as it hits my skin.
I turn on Hollywood Undead's new album and start walking to school. My father had tried to give me a ride because of the rain, but I refused his offer. Walking in the rain is a better than listening to my father's nervous chatter.
"I don't mind, I don't mind, oh I don't mind the rain" I sing along to the song blaring in my ears. I love Hollywood Undead because no matter what mood you're in, there's a song to listen to. My new favorite song by them is 'Kill Everyone", mostly because, well, you know. I'm an insane psychopath.
By the time I get to school, the album is over, and I'm almost happy for once. But, of course, that all changes when I walk in. Brad, the school 'player' sees me and walks over.
"Hey sweet thang." He says, attempting to flirt with me. I roll my eyes. "Go away Brad, you know I'm not interested."
"Why not babe?" He asks, his eyes traveling over my body. He reaches out and brushes a piece of my long black hair out of my face. My hand shoots out and grabs his wrist, my nails digging into his skin.
"Don't call me that, don't touch me, and leave. Me. alone." I growl, and drop his hand. I turn around and walk to my locker, groaning internally when I realize he's still following me. I open up my locker, moving as fast as I can before he tries something else. I get my books out of my locker, and I'm about to close it when I see him standing right behind it. "What do you want now?" I ask, glaring at him.
"You know what I want babe," he smirks and leans closer,"I know you want it too."
"Hmm..." I lean forward, my whole demeanor changed. "Youknow what?" I ask, batting my eyelashes.
"What?" He asks, grinning, obviously falling for my act. What an idiot.
"I don't." I say, and slam my locker into his face. I happily walk away, drowning out his whimpers of pain with Hollywood Undead.
When I'm about to reach the classroom, I am rudely interrupted by Britney, the school slut.
"Why'd you hurt my Braddy-Boo?!" She says, perfectly furious. I stifle my laughter.
"I'm sorry honey; your 'Braddy-Boo' was flirting with me. Maybe he's not as perfect as you think." I say, my voice dripping with malice.
She gasps, then slaps me in the face. "Don't you dare say that about my Braddy-Boo!" she shrieks.
"Oh hell no! Bitch you better back the fuck off before I kick your ass." I say, feeling the rage bubble and boil inside me.
"Make me." She says, smirking.
My vision goes red. All I can think about is hurting her, killing her. A tiny voice in my head screams for me to stop, but it dissolves into nothingness after a few seconds. I smile. "I'm sure you don't mean that." I say sweetly, throwing her off. It's such good fun toying with my prey.
"Uh, yea, I do." She says, looking at me like I'm an idiot.
"Okay. My pleasure." I say, my voice still sickly sweet. Then I step forward, grab her long blonde hair, and yank it back. She slams into the lockers behind her, and I let go. She crumples to the ground then looks up at me, glaring.
"What are you gonna do now Blondie?" I ask, tauntingly.
By now a large group of people have gathered around us, and I see Brad looking at me, horrified. Hmm... I wonder how long he's been there.
I turn my focus back to Blondie. She's still glaring at me from the ground. "I guess you're all talk, huh?" I laugh and start to walk away.
"Get back here bitch." I hear her say from behind me. I turn around and she lunges at me, her once perfect 'Barbie-Doll' look ruined, revealing her true nature-ugly and annoying. I smirk, and at the last moment step out of the way. With a thud and a sickening crunch, she lands face-first on the shiny white tile floor.
I begin to walk away once again, but she gets up....again. Like seriously, can she not take a hint?
She storms up to me and yanks my earphones out, along with my iPod.
Oh fuck no. No one messes with my music. My skin heats up, flushed with rage. I turn to her, and smile. "May I please have that back?" I ask, my voice sickly sweet.
"Hell no!"
"Fine then." My face darkens. "We'll do it my way." I turn to Brad. I wave, then lunge at Blondie, catching her off guard. I tackle her to the ground, pinning her underneath me. I snatch my iPod out of her hands, and then shove it in my pocket. "Now, you should know by now not to mess with me. But you did. So here's your punishment." I ball my hand into a fist and punch her in the face repeatedly, releasing all my rage.
"Stop. You don't need to do this."
"What?" I ask, my fist stopping in midair. I look around, but no one in the circle around us appears to be talking to me.
"White should be there soon. Leave the girl, and go with him."
"Who?"
"The White Rabbit." The voice says, sounding exasperated.
"What?" I ask, sounding incredibly stupid. I slowly get up, not even glancing at Blondie. She probably passed out anyway. I walk towards the door, and the crowd that had gathered around us parted, everyone staring at me as I pass.
"ALICE!"
