2-D's Baby Girl

Chapter 2

Maddie's POV;

I get to school at a decent time. Walking away from my car, I lock it. I look around at all of the people here. Everyone is either making out or smoking. And they say our school is prestigious. Ha!

I get looks from people I've never talked to before. "Do I really look that good today?" I think to myself. I look around to make sure they're really looking at me. Someone puts their arm around my waist. I try to pull away, but they grip tighter. I look to see who it is.

John McGraiger. Every girl wants him, every guy wants to be him. He's probably fucked most of the girls here already. I frown in disgust. "What do you want?" I ask him. He smirks, "Aw c'mon now baby. You can't just act like you don't want me." I laugh and finally pull free from his nasty hand. "Oh I'm not acting, baby, I really don't want a womanising guy like you touching me or calling me 'baby'." I blow him a kiss and walk away.

Oh, I know he's pissed. I can hear him saying, "Shut up, at least I can even get laid." to his mocking friends. "What a great way to start a school day." I say to myself, walking to home room.

The tardy bell rings and one seat is empty. Stuart.. or "2-D" as everyone calls him. He's either late or absent. He's the bad boy type I guess. I've never talked to him before. He's smiled at me once, but he probably did it because he felt bad for me or something. As if I needed attention.

I get thrown out of my thoughts by, Mr. Calius, my language arts teacher. "Today, class, we will be learning about poetry. Now, poetry doesn't have to rhyme. Just as long as it speaks to you and you pour your emotions into it. No, we will not work in partners, we will be doing this individually. Pull out a sheet of paper and a pencil-" he's interrupted by a knock on the door. "I wonder who that could be." I say to myself, sarcastically. Of course, it's none other than, Stuart Pot.

"Mr. Pot.. you're late." Mr. Calius grunts. Stuart looks at him, "I know. Why else would I've needed you to open the door for me?" He takes his seat, not caring for an answer. Mr. Calius doesn't say anything else and continued with the instructions. "You each will write a poem today. It doesn't have to be long, nor short. I just want to see if you understand how to write a poem correctly. Ms. White, I'll need you to explain to Stuart what we're doing today. No interruptions, class. Begin working!"

With that, I sigh and turn around to face the infamous, 2-D. "You know I'm not going to do the work, yeah?" He asks me. "You know I don't give a damn and will make sure you do it, yeah?" I ask him, smirking. He raises an eyebrow. He's never heard me speak to him before so that could be why he's surprised. "Now now, you don't have to be like that." He says. I glare at him, "We have to write a poem. He didn't specify what it has to be about, though." He bites his pencil, "Alright, what should it not be about?" he smirks. I frown, "You should already know that." I turn and work on my poem.

The last bell of the day rings and the cheering of students rush through the halls to get home. I walk to my car, in now hurry and notice a paper on my windshield wiper. I take it off, get in my car, and put in my bag. Driving home, I jam out to, Hey Violet. I pull in the driveway a few minutes later.

I walk straight to my room, not caring about the drunk who could be anywhere. I lock the door, set my bag down, and lay on my bed. I check my Instagram and Snapchat. "Jeez people, calm down." I say to myself. I look at my bag, thinking of my earbuds. I find the paper I found and set it next to me, digging through my messy bag, I finally find my earbuds. I pick a playlist and open up the folded paper. "For The Mysterious Girl," I read the title and raise an eyebrow.

"You don't talk much, nor seem to be in a rush.
Your skin is flawed, as you look like a doll.
But there's something about you, and you won't give me a clue.
Your soft blue eyes, look as if they've cried.
Your plump pink lips, help me remember this.
But there's something about you, and you won't give me a clue."

In which signed, "A poem by yours truly, 2-D." In shock, I read the poem, over and over. "But, why me? Did he really write this?" I kept asking myself many questions I couldn't answer myself. I knew I'd be worrying about it all night. So, I take a shower and ponder on what to do. Once I get out, I eat dinner, brush my teeth, and go to my room.

Plugging in my alarm clock, "You're a cunt, ya know." I say to it. I lay in bed and think to myself. "I know what to do." With that said, I roll on my side and fall asleep.

2-D's POV;

I knock on the door, late again. "Mr. Pot.. you're late." the blasted man scolds. "I know. Why else would I've needed you to open the door for me?" I take my seat, behind that girl. The one who never speaks me to me. She's looked at me once, but that's it. I don't understand it. All of the girls look at me and talk to me, but not this one. Mm-mm.. not her, I don't think she will unless she has to.

Not paying attention to the bird brain. I see her turn around. I'm guessing I have to do work. "You know I'm not going to do the work, yeah?" I ask her. "You know I don't give a damn and will make sure you do it, yeah?" She smirks and asks me. She's never spoken to me before, I didn't think she'd ever say anything like that. Shocked, I say, "Now now, you don't have to be like that." Clearly, she wasn't happy with that. She glares at me, "We have to write a poem. He didn't specify what it has to be about, though." I bite my pencil and watch her lips separate each time she speaks. "Alright, what should it not be about?" I smirk. "You should already know that." She glares and turns around, working on her poem.

I think to myself, "Hmm.. what should it be about?" I think for a bit, "I know exactly what I'll write." I begin writing on my paper. The bell rings, informing everyone, first hour is over. I fold the paper with my poem up, walking outside. I spot her car. I walk to it, reading over the poem. I nod, and place it in between the windshield and the wiper. I light a cigarette, walking towards a bench and wait for the school day to end.

I wake up to the sound of the last bell ringing. I look around, waiting for, Madison White, the mysterious girl, to walk to her car. I spot her and watch as she walks to her car. She picks up the paper and gets in her car, with the paper in her hand. I wait until I see her put it next to her. She drives off. I light a cigarette, inhale, and walk home.

I walk through the door a few minutes later. I hang up my coat. And walk upstairs to my room. I get undressed, lay in bed, and fall asleep.