Paint

~Chapter Three: The Hunt For The Stoner~

~Chapter Three: The Hunt For The Stoner~

Waiting wasn't particularly hard for me. But, when it came to go to school- time was not on my side. I swear it was like waiting for a turtle to cross the US. My hands were occupied with picking at my torn up capris. Cold wind blew at my face as my moms junky silver Prius' engine whined up the driveway.

What motivated her to get that type of vehicle, I would never understand. Maybe after watching Jeff Dunham, she got the bright idea. The car beeped lamely twice and I waved my mom off showing her I heard. I stopped picking at my pants and shoved myself up with a large grunt. I heaved my vintage flower backpack onto my shoulder, mentally groaning. My mom is lucky that I'm quite determined to get to school today.

I needed to hunt down the stoner who commented on my face book picture. I mean, how dare he say such a thing! Anger rose up in my throat and I instantly pushed it back down.

He was going down.

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My mom stopped right at the front of Neenah High Schools main office. With a kiss on the temple and a soft groan, I got out of the stupid car and slammed the door. Then my mission officially started. Shuffling forward, I hunted around the area with my eyes trying to find Crispin and his gang. Anger boiled at a steady warmth in my stomach, acting at a motivation to find him.

I walked around a corner of the school. The different chemicals from weed clouded around my nose in an overwhelming aroma. I gaged. The stench was unbearable. How could they fill their lungs with such things? Gross.

As I turned around the corner of the school, my nose scrunched up in disgust. So that's what cigarette smoke smells like. Shoving my hand into my little pocket and fixing my hair, I thrust my other hand into my other pocket and moved towards the smell.

Loud dub step roared though out the back parking lot. Raising my hands to my ears in attempt to block the noise, my head protested against the loud bass. An arm curled around my waist and instantly screamed at the jump scare.

I spun around to be face to face with none other than, Crispin Robbins. My eyes widened; God he's so beautiful. I thwacked his arm and he jerked away.

"God bitch! You have a killer hit!" He wiggled his beautiful- I mean, disgusting eyebrows at me. I huffed. Stay strong, Paint.

"Look, I don't wan-" One of his followers cut me off.

"Yo' Cris! What da hell is you doin' wit dat fattie? Does Cris have a play toy?" Crispin gave his friend a sadistic smile.

"Nah man. Just messing around with the slut bag, Junior." My heart stung. My eyes fell to the ground. Tears threatened to spill over the corners of my eyes. I felt Crispin's gaze on my back. I wanted to run away but I knew I had to get my mission over with. I looked up and into Crispin's eyes. His green orbs stared back into mine. His eyes were full of something I wasn't used too... Concern?

A lump stuck in my throat that once suffocated me, was no longer in my throat, but now in my stomach. I was going to be sick. My nose wrinkled, smoke crawling up into my nostrils.

"What do you want?" Crispin mumbled in an urgent tone. I scowled, pushing him away, the anger boiling up again.

"Stay away from me. I just wanted to stop by to say the face book comment was real classy." And spun on my heal. "Thanks for that." I added as I walked forward and around the corner I came. Who knew the first day of Junior year would be so eventful?

You have no idea.