The final Lavender

The final Lavender - II

Phoebe had finally survived going through all her boring classes Math, Science, English, P.E, Art, Music and Lunch. They literally made her grow gray hair, maybe she could be cosplay elsa someday. After copying down all her notes that she needed for her upcoming Algreba quiz she packed her bag and stood up, bumping into someone.

"Oh! Sorry! Didn't see you!"

"Yeah, It's fine. Not like anyone ever notices me." The boy said

"Oh, come on. Don't be that ''depressed'' guy.. no one likes them. Cheer up, Hey you know what? I'll even get you something, maybe a pretzel at today's sale? It's the last day, and they're all half off" Phoebe said, Energetically 

"No. I'm not even depressed! Its all the same with you stupid popular bitches!" He said storming off and left the room

Phoebes Math teacher walked up chuckling "High school huh. Kevin's got quite a temper. Surprised you didn't ''connect'' You have a bad temper too, right? Maybe you should go see him." He said grinning

"Nah, I'll pass. I don't even know the guy. Nonetheless need to give him a lecture." 

Phoebe slowly walked out of the classroom turned harshly with her hair looking like it was having an argument with itself, She continued and got to a water fountain in which she found her self exhausted, she never knew why her classes had to be on the 6th floor. She bent down and got some water, once she had refreshed herself she looked around, almost no one. School had just ended and there was papers everywhere and even some books. She noticed that some teachers were chatting and she saw that Kevin was standing taking stuff out of his locker. 

"Hey, you." Phoebe said awkwardly

"What. What do you freaking want? I hate you, Just go... away. Its summer, why aren't you gone, shopping for thongs or something you popular chicks do." Kevin said, with an attitude. He's hated phoebe for years. Ironically, they had the same birthday dates, and since she was the popular one, everyone's always showed up at HER parties, and HER birthday events. Now that she was talking to him and calling him that 'emo guy' he just couldn't take it.

"Look, I just wanted to say sorry, if you're going to act like a prick just forget I even bothered. Jerk." Phoebe walked away, her hair glistening in the light, papers gently hitting the ground, He definitely hated her, with a burning passion.

Hours later, Kevin was home, still pissed. His computer screen shone to life with a message.

"Hello, Kevin! Have you ever felt as if you were a minority to those around you? Do you feel as though there are some people who deserve to be put beneath you? There are cruel people in this world. All they care about is profit, and themselves. And yet they are treated like Gods. We are offering you the chance to put the Gods beneath you; because only the good deserve luxury. It's a simple process. Simply sign down their information below and let the magic happen! All you have to do is sit back and relax.

 Name: _____ Age: __ Adress: ____ Country:____ "

Kevin stared at the glowing screen before him with restless, bloodshot eyes. He could feel a bead of sweat form at the corner of his brow. It was obvious that this was simply some sort of spam that his inbox accumulated. He bit his lip thoughtfully as he considered the message. The word "Address" made him reconsider. The thought of the name Phoebe Ortuso, however, inspired Kevin to do something he never should have done. Phoebe deserved all things terrible. Kevin liked to consider her the scum of the earth. Little did Kevin realize, his own thoughts made him just as terrible as Phoebe Ortuso. Unwittingly, Kevin intertwined his fingers and cracked his knuckles, preparing to sign the form.