Partners In Crime [On Hold]

Chapter Six

So I have a classmate, who, and I am not kidding you now, punched my friend in the jaw, proceeded to mock us both and likes to have strange, wicked images inked to his body. This said person had also vandalized my locker, without the slightest apology or reason. At least, not a good reason. 'Youre annoying' does not very count as reasonable now does it?

Great. Fantastic. Fucking magnificently convenient.

Now what the heck am I supposed to do? Not only am I scared shitless, because he did have that kind of aura around him, but I was also clueless about what to do. How do I approach him in the most pleasant way, and in my case that can't actually be labeled as pleasant, without getting a punch in the freaking jaw? I do know that most guys don't hit girls. But most guys don't have a god damn dove and Cupid inked to his chest, fought with principals and continuously call people ugly names?

No. They don't. Exactly. So what was I supposed to do?

That was exactly what I was telling Nove. And the gay boy, eating licorice, bopped his head and seemed generally caring, as if he understood. And cared. And it was so lovely that he-

"This is fucking hilarious."

And I just lost very ounce of respect then, and retreated to the back of his bed so I could suppress the urge of putting motions to things.

And with that I meant pushing this lamp beside me down that pale throat of his.

"And what do you mean with that, oh dear best friend?" I hissed. "Because not only did he fuck up my locker, which by the way took my almost two hours to wash off, BUT he also practically harassed me and, let's not forget, Drake freaking McCarty."

"That's cute."

"For the love of-!"

"Hey," Nove laughed, smiling slightly. "I'm just saying that most guys tease the ones they like."

"So you're implying what I think you're implying?" I looked at him unbelievably.

"I am most surely implying what you think I'm implying."

I nodded slowly. "So Zack likes me, calls me ugly names, draw a somewhat sadistic image on my locker, because he had fallen head over heels for me? I can definitely- AS HELL IF I AM GOING TO BELIEVE IN THAT?!" I threw a bun of socks at his head, which the dick actually caught midair and lowered with a grin.

"Well, now that I think about it. Who would fall in love with you?"

I silenced, not wanting to hear further bullshit about the matter.

"Let's just eat."

And so we did.

**

After the little chat at Nove's (Yes, yes I am still grounded, but because my parents works late, I could use the 'Library' excuse to save my sorry butt.) I went home. Thank goodness that the detentions were over, because I could not stand thinking that I had to share oxygen with that prick, who I am going to refer as Dipshit from now on.

And yes. I know. I am usually indifferent. I, Avery Noria, do not lose my cool. I am dull about most thing. I could watch BBC for a whole day and not feel sorry for the idiots that blow themselves up and the victims that dies because of it. Life is not fair. You accept it and move on. You try your best. And it is horrid of me to think so, I know, cold hearted. But what the fudge can one individual do against suicide bombers? God's will is God's will. I believe everything bad and evil comes from him and that you'd just have to accept and keep running.

But this one guy pushed my button. And not only that, before him was a girl who also pushed the very same buttons.

How the heck am I a princess? I am not a self centered egoistical bitch who lies to be on her high horse.