rules of attraction ⇒ zack taylor

ch : 2

Lana

September 15, 2017 • Friday // 6:54 AM

Jason and I were finishing up on our breakfast, ready to go to school. It was Friday so with that in mind, going to school wasn't so painful as much. Uncle Sam left for work a few minutes ago so Jason had to make sure the front door (and every door for that matter) was locked when we left.

The drive to school was as usual. The radio turned on to our normal morning station, playing the hit songs of last week. 

Jumbled up thoughts were running through my mind. Most of them were just about school and homework and people I have to tolerate today, but a small portion of my messy morning mental run down was wondering if Zack was gonna show up later.

"Lana?" Jason's voice pulled me back to reality.

We were parked at the school already.

"Huh?" I blurt.

"You zoned out." He tried not to laugh, "Again."

"Oh, sorry." I apologize sheepishly.

"It's alright. Before we go though, I wanted to ask you something. Me and the boys are planning to do a senior prank. What do you think should we do?"

"Uh... I don't know that much about pranks. You can do the craziest thing that comes into your mind, I guess.—Just don't get in trouble."

"No promises." He smirks as he unlocks the doors.

We get out of his car and walk into the school.

And let the morning routine begin.

Before Jason was grabbed by his teammates and other popular people to the side to have their chat, he waved me goodbye and said that he'll see me later. 

I walked over to my locker and put my stuff inside, just waiting for the bell to ring so I can get this school day over with. Once I was finished with putting my books where they needed to be, I turn around to face one of Angel Grove High's very own Plastics... as if my life can get any worse, right?

Stacey Roddick, the Regina George of the group, was obviously talking trash about me and spreading whatever she had to say to her minions. Her icy glare that was supposed to threaten me did nothing but make me roll my eyes and ignore it.

At first, I was really concern about her, but now, I have trouble looking for damns to give. I've ran out of those a long time ago.

I walk down the hall and later, finally the bell rings. I get into my first class.

Will things ever change for me?

Back in New York, life was different. It was easier and happier. People considered me as school royalty.

Here, I'm trash. I'm nothing.

Like seriously... I'm a motherfucking third degree blackbelt in judo with six championships in my name. I've done Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, Muay Thai and mixed martial arts. I have over a couple dozen gold medals and trophies for my gymnastics and I know I can send someone to the ER with just one punch.

All those things don't seem to be important anymore. What's the use anyway? 

I want people to respect me.

That's all I want.

What can my martial arts do? I can't punch my way out of this. 

I just want things to change. Is that so much to ask for?