From a different perspective

Unplanned revenge(Thu)

I stepped out of the bus with my blue hair loose around my neck and in front of my face. I no longer felt the need to wear my hoody; the blue had faded a bit into my hair. It was still very visible, but not as bright anymore. To be honest, I quite liked the way it looked now. I sat in the same place as I did the day before and insulted everyone who tried to talk to me. I was getting quite good at it actually. I put the head-phones, that I stole from my brother, around my neck and put my music loud enough that I could hear it without putting the head phones to my ears, but still quite enough that no one else could hear it.

"Hey, blue hair!" I turned around with an irritated expression on my face. I was interested to see how was brave enough to call me 'blue hair' and it was non-other than B.B.. He looked different. His hair was spiked up with half a pot of gel, his shirt was untucked, sleeves rolled up and he had a permanent smirk on his face. He stood in front of a large group of people, followers. Within this group contained his usual group of friends, the prettiest girls in our year and all the younger years and all the wannabe's, which included Nigel, looking very proud of himself to be in the group.

"What do you want, Barbie Brat?" I spat, rolling my eyes.

"Barbie Brat? Is that the best you got?"

"How about Barff Bag, Badly Backed, Banished Bacteria or Boring Bady?"

"Not bad, Babe."

"Babe?" I let out a gust of wind "I would rather get malaria than be the Babe of a pathetic little mosquito like you." The crowd behind him started up this 'ooohs' as I burnt their leader. A girl just behind him put a sympathetically hand on his shoulder, but it didn't stay there long as he took hold of it and pulled her closer. He looked one last time at me before joining lips with her. I did not expect that but it didn't bother me.

"Ergh!" I exclaimed in disgust "Get a room, or a bathroom that might work better for you." He pulled away quickly and looked at me. The only thing his face read was confusion with a tiny hidden pinch of disappointment. I gave him an amused smirk as I picked up my bags and walked through them on my way to the door.

"Don't let me stop you. Please carry on with ruining your lives to try and make me jealous." I laughed before leaving them paralyzed not knowing what to do.

***

Nothing really happened the rest of the day. One or two insults were thrown around when B.B. and I past each other, but that's about it.

Lunch time came and I decided to go the Drama Studio and do some singing, to get rid of some of my unwanted energy. I choose the song 'Complicated By Avril Lavigne' .

"Chill out, what you yellin' for? Lay back, it's all been done before And if you could only let it be, You will see I like you the way you are, When we're drivin' in your car, And you're talking to me one on one, But you've become, Somebody else 'round everyone else, You're watching your back like you can't relax, You're tryin' to be cool, You look like a fool to me, Tell me, Why do you have to go and make things so complicated...." I stopped as I realized I wasn't alone in the room anymore.

"I wonder who you're talking about?" B.B. asked sarcastically.

"Well keep wondering, cause it's not about anyone." I simply stated turning to face him. I was glad to see he was alone. He put his hands up in surrender. "What do you want?" I asked.

"I just heard you and thought I could get you alone again."

"Well now you heard and have seen me, so you can go now."

"But I have no intentions of leaving."

"Well then I will go."

"Oh come on, Baby! Let's have some fun." He said putting his hand on my shoulder to keep me from leaving.

"Remove your hand, I do not want to get expelled."

"Oooooooh, you want to fight, Babe. Come on let's have a singing competition then. Or are you too chicken." I snapped my shoulder backwards purposefully causing his hand to fall from it. I stared at him, intensely, for a few seconds before marching back to the karaoke machine. I shuffled through the songs until I found one that matched the tension in the room. I grabbed the other mic and threw it to him, I watched as he caught it with both hands, before pressing play and walking straight up to his face.

"Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did!" I had timed it perfectly. 'Better Than Revenge by Taylor Swift'. He chuckled when he read the name of the song, before licking his lips looking down ready to sing...

"The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and I had it all, I had him right where I wanted him. She came along got him alone and, let's hear thee applause; she took him faster than you could say sabotage. I never saw it coming, wouldn't have expected it. I underestimated just who I was dealing with; you had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum. You underestimated just who you were stealing from." I beat him to it. I was all up in his face, and started dancing around him in a sexy way then pushed him quit hard at that last line.

"You're not a saint, and you're not what you think you're and actress" he did the next lines as I did some ohs and os through it. It wasn't long before people began pouring in by our sound. It ended up being a full on singing battle with a crowd around us.

We sang the last line at the same time, I said "You got me faster than you could say sabotage!" when he said "You got me faster and I didn't give you sabotage!" Breathless and face to face, I started getting impatient.

"Not bad. For an amateur." He smirked at me.

"You're not worth anymore of my energy." I turned slapping in the face with my hair; I got my bag and started for the door.

"What? You gonna cry like a baby again?" I froze dead still. A single twitch went through my face. I inched sideways "What did you say?" The crowd went went up in ooohs as they feared what would happen next.

"You're a cry baby." He said with a chuckle. I dropped my bag and marched right up to him. My hand rose up behind me and came down right on his cheek so fast nothing could have been done to stop me. A defining smash filled the silence in the room from the impact between my fist and his face. He took a step back to balance and had his head sideways. I saw the opportunity to give another swing and took it. My hand came up and I hit his nose with the palm of my hand. His head flew backwards and so did his arm. He stood there in that position with his mouth open for a second before I automatically grabbed his razed hand and twisted it a specific way in which I now had full control over him. With the simple push of my thumbs I could get him lying on the ground. I had watched my brother doing some fun self-defence lessons with our cousin, but I didn't think I had learned anything from them though. I stand corrected.

When everyone actually comprehended what was happening, the crowd around us split into three groups. The one group ran for the door not wanting to get hurt or in trouble for being at a fight scene. And the two other groups picked their side and started cheering for their fighter. Pain seeped through my knuckles then my palm from the punch then nose breaking slap thing. The reality of what I had done slowly started coming to me. I single drop of blood fell to the flour and that's when the coin finally dropped. I realised what I had done and what I had become. I dropped my victim's arm and stood in absolute shock, for a few seconds, before running to the door grabbing my bag on the way. My scare started to sting when the salty tears seeped through the stiches.