Angel

chapter 11

"Angel! what is the answer to three times negative ten to the second power!" Mr. Fallon screeches across the class room just as my eyes slide shut, sending me into full fledged leep out of my seat; sending laughter circling around me from my pears. Andrew looks over and smirks, and I naturally give him the "shut the fuck up look."

"I uh." I scribble down the formula sloppily and work it out. "It's three hundred?" I say unsure but hoping for the best. Fallon smirks.

"Keep your eyes open, Angel." He mutters sternly, obviously upset that i got it right. I smirk at Andrew.

"Don't give me that look." He whispers playfully. The bell rings and we gather whatever things we own. On our way to our next period class we hug and depart out separate ways. I walk in the direction of my class when i notice Olivia step out of a door way cutting me off from my path. She stops and crosses her arms.

" How's your auntie." She smirks and laughs. The kind of laugh you hear in the movies, like a witch.

" Look bitch. I have no clue what I've done to you." I growl angrily. This girl is really starting to piss me off.

"Oh, wow. harsh language." She says with a sickening sweet tone, leaking the acid in her voice. "You have what I want, Angel." She smiles, her pretty little face becoming a hideous sneer. My eyebrow raises.

"you are insane!" I laugh. What could this bitch want? Other than other's pain and misery.

"Andrew." She giigles in that sickening sweet voice once again. "Well bye." She struts away.

"He's mine now you know." I shout to her back but she keeps on strutting in her stupid pink skirt outfit similar to the girls youd see in the movie Mean Girls. That's just what she is, mean, cruel, self centered, a bitch.

"Angel, you okay?" My friend Alex asks. He has emerald green eyes, high cheek bones, blonde flippy hair, and he loves skinny jeans as much as i do. He flips his hair to his right after a piece of hair falls in his face. He sighs annoyed obviously.

"Yeah, just tired." I sigh and slide my coat back on. Jesus why does Mrs. Moorose keep this room so damn cold. She's my reading language arts teacher. Her short stubby body waddles as she slowly makes her way to my side of the room.

"Alex? No talking!" she shouts then sighs and shakes her head and her glasses slide doen off her nose. She pushes them back up, and wadles back to her desk. The last of class I felt antsy. My body could no longer relax. I shake my leg or tap my pen repetitively until the bell rings. I casually run for the door. The damp rainy air hits me when i run out the door, why am I running? I slow down back to a walk. Whats wrong with me. I have nothing to worry about, I mean Andrew doesn't like her anymore right? Right. I look around for my bus when I spot it. Olivia. Andrew... They stood there hugging. What the hell is happening. My eyes water and start to pour in what felt like rhythm with the rain.

'No" I whisper. Anger pounds through my veins. Do I fight her? Or do I just board the bus. I walk towards the bus scuffing my feet. I plop down in my seat.

~Andrew's POV~

" My phone vibrates way too noisily in my last period class causing everybody to turn. When the class finally got to it's normal loud talking I pull it out and read the text that says"I need to tell you something...:/ meet me in the parking lot after the bell rings." olivia's name stings into my thoughts. What harm coul it possibly do? when class ended I push my way though the sea of kids and make it to our old meeting place. There she stands. The girls i thought was the love of my life but now I believe I hate her.

"Hey she greets." her eyes solemn and dead, and she busts out crying. My heart screams out to me. She throws her arms around me. "I miss you so much." She cries. I push her away and Turn to see Angel walking into the bus. Did she see this? I think as my hands get sweaty. I leave poor old Olivia crying behind me. She isn't my problem anymore.