Imagine Victorious

Chapter Six

When I woke up, It took a minute to recall what had happened the night before, but then I remembered going out with the gang and beating up Sikowitz.

As I was washing my hair, my hand felt like it was on fire. I looked down and sure enough two of my knuckles were busted. It must have happened when I hit Sikowitz. Right before I left for school, I wrapped my knuckles with athlete's tape.

I ran out to the truck to be greeted by a beaten up Sikowitz. He had a black eye and busted lip. He looked awful. I felt horrible for hurting him, but I honestly hadn't known it was him.

The whole car ride there Uncle Sikowitz was asking me questions about Nozu. He was like a little girl asking me all sorts of weird questions. As we pulled up to school Sikowitz let me off at the door.

I walked inside to be met by an angry Jade. Literally, I walk through the to have Jade running full speed at me while screaming my name. I jumped out of the way just before she hit me. Before she took another run at me, I asked her what the heck was wrong with her. Apparently she was pissed with me for riding home with Beck. I was about to apologize, but decided that I wasn't going to just back down from her.

"Jade, there is nothing wrong with me getting a ride home from Beck. He offered it and I accepted. And is you think that something's wrong with that, then you have something seriously wrong with you," I announced with confidence.

The whole school seemed to go quiet and hold its' breath. Jade paused for a minute and just stood there. I thought she was going to attack me, but she didn't move.

"You know, I think I'm actually going to like you. Just don't get to comfortable telling me what's fine and what's not, or else somebody will find your body in a ditch," Jade said with a creepy little smile.

I just smiled a little before nodding my head and walking off. I had dealt with a lot of strange people back home, but no one ever this strange. She reminded me of one of those psycho killers in movies, which even though it probably should have, it didn't scare me.

I spent the rest of my time before classes started organizing my locker. I had designed it with a country theme to remind me of home. It was pretty cool if I had to say so myself.

When I arrived to Sikowitz's class, everyone was hovering over him questioning him about his eye and lip. I guess Uncle Sikowitz was trying to keep me from looking like an evil girl who beats up weird people for fun because he wouldn't tell them who hurt him.

Once everyone realized I had walked into the room, their attention turned to me. They pounded me with questions as to why Sikowitz was beaten up. Only for a second did I think about lying and saying that I had no idea, but I didn't want to be untrustworthy. Uncle Sikowitz stared at me to see if I'd tell them the truth or not.

"It was me. When I got home from Nozu last night it was super dark and I couldn't see anything. I saw a shadow and when it jumped out I punched and then kicked them. Turns out it was Sikowitz the whole time," I sputtered out quickly, so that no one could interrupt me.

I just assumed that they'd want proof that I was the one that beat him up, so I quickly untapped my knuckles and held them up for everyone to see. The entire class went quiet and took a small step away from me.

I figured none of them would want to sit near me, so I started to head towards the back of the room. To the contrary of my belief, the whole gang asked me what I thought I was doing and told me to come sit down next to them.

Everyday it seems like I'm learning new things. I miss my home, but moving to Hollywood will be good for me. I hope...