Belle's Need Love Too

Chapter 6

"The cold hearted indeed, madame,which deserves no pity."

-Poirot

   Though I didn't want to make the journey to the hell chamber of a classroom awaiting me first hour, that still became the premise for my excuse to leave the situation.  I just couldn't take the assertive stranger's confrontationalist, disciplinary techniques. He never introduced himself to me, or asked of my name. I guess, I was rude just as well, for i hadn't made any efforts towards introductory.

Beneath my shower of curls, I quickly churned a way to justify my actions by saying to my inner self,"A  lady knows when to leave."

  Knowing we would be planted in the same strip of hallway forever, and accomplish as much as we currently had, I cleared my throat. Rice Eater and Hoodrat  came out of their primal trances simultaneously,  both wearing matching pissed off expressions. Boatman's face relaxed, a smidge, as he gave me the most discreet grin ever.He looked down, eagerly upon me with the kind of grin someone who was used to getting his way wore in a class taught by someone hillariously, inferior. I wasn't quite affected as swayed by it, for I knew it wasn't for my eyes. Even so, I still could've cared less.

   I shuddered, and began," I am already about a fifteen minutes late for class," I began in hopes of making their stupid expressions disolve, whilst maintaining as much of my dignity, as I've always had. I put force into my words, yet voiced them in an indifferent tone, letting them know I would rather be anywhere on earth than there.

" Thank you for your time gentlemen, but I must be going," I finished, with my nose high in the air, and my hair tossed over one side of my shoulder. I stood for only a few seconds, to earn my response.

The very next instant, I learned why Rice Eater found my parting words to be so hillarious. His broad shoulders rocked up and down as his throat emitted a smug chuckle. he cocked his right eyebrow upwards, and faced Jamarco.

Boatman was adressing me whilst punishing Jamarco, "That's fine, you," he jabbed a forefinger in Jamaroc's chest, " will just have be benched for the remainder of the season. If you can't reason enough to realise what you said was out of line, maybe you don't need to play offensive line."

   I fouht every urge in my spirit to squeal with joy. Boat man's statement was the corniest by far, but the reasoning behind it was pure genius. Either Jamarco apologized, fat chance, or he would be completely ousted from his wretched team mates -losing their perfect seaon. Though I loved being a part of the winning team, and who didn't love football, I was willing to sacrifice it in an effort to piss off the greatest number of people here using the least amount of effort. The thought of the school losing every game henceforth, and the disapointed expressions on the patron's faces,  brought sheer delight to me.

  I relished in this knowledge, and twisted back and forth by my waist wearing a triumphant, dazzling smile. That smile of a newly crowned Miss America was plastered upon my face. The fall had barely started, it was only the second week in October. LHS was in for a hurt this season. Larvadain Warriors only played their Jamboree and first game. Jamarco the Fool just threw twenty-six consecutive years of championship wins and titles down the drain.

   I knew, like anything of worth, this new satisfaction came at a price. As I relished in my glory, Jamarco sent me a cold, severing glare with his coal black eyes. That stare quickly brought me back to reality, and sent chills down my spine which settled in the pit of my bladder causing it to do and backflip. Doing my best not to visibly shiver, I turned on my heel and high tailed it to class.  It was then, that I was sure: Jamarco and I had been written by God in the fabric of life as enemies.

Now, what do enemies do? One might ask.

They plot revenge. Another might answer.

    And immediately after my first revelation I concluded that Jamarco would go hard. But, boy was I gonna go harder!