The Metamorphosis Diaries

Chapter 2 - Underside of A Cow

CHAPTER 2

Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday came and I had not talked to Darren since the dance. I had barely even seen him in the halls. I wasn't disappointed, since I wanted to forget about the whole situation anyways. The only feelings I had for Darren were firstly the curiosity of hate sex and then disgust as every feeling following after. Aside from finding him extremely attractive, like I had since the day I met him, thought he was an ass, and the kind of ass I didn't want to tap.

Him cornering me at the dance caught me off guard. I had felt him checking me out that night, yes, but I also knew he disliked me just as much as I disliked him. Plus he had a super hot girlfriend who he was loyal to... until that night.

Will and Nicolas had been a different story. Will and I had a class together, where he had, since first day, took every chance to torment me. Of course it was meant to be harmless teasing, but it had turned into this vicious cycle of trying to piss me off enough to call him out. Of course it ended in his favour, with the class telling ME to calm down. But ever since the dance, he had changed his tactics. It was harmless again. He talked to me like a normal human being, and not like I was a pity case who should feel lucky to even be acknowledged by him. Nicolas would call to me in the hall, yelling a "Sup, Viv," as he walked by with his friends. I would answer him with a "Not much, Warren," or something else brief. In classes we had together he would acknowledge me, too. Bringing me into some conversations, even if I was at the other side of the room. Nicolas wasn't a bad guy, but he was definitely loyal to his frat-boy-like lifestyle.

Darren was a mystery. After what happened after the dance, we didn't talk to each other the rest of the night. We shared some glances, and he smirked like everything was fine, but never said a word. After all that, I did't even think the guy followed me on Twitter.

Friday at lunch, I sat in the music room jamming with the guitarists. At one point I had gotten up to go fill my water bottle.

I walked mindlessly to the fountain and filled up my water bottle. A door closed down the hall and steps came towards me. Darren leaned up against the wall and watched me. I glanced at him, and then focused back on the water.

When I finished, I stepped out of the way and watched as he filled his own water bottle up. He stopped after it was halfway filled and just stared at the running water. All I could think was starving children in Africa as the water trickled down the drain. I watched patiently, though, waiting for him to say something. If he didn't, I would.

He looked to me finally and motioned for me to follow him. I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes, but complied and followed him into a small, closed off hallway. After all, the guy KISSED me a week ago after four years of not talking. Curiosity was a bitch.

When we got into the hallway, he said nothing, and neither did I. Instead, he pinned me up against a wall again and kissed me. AGAIN. I wasn't shocked, but only angry. Me being the weak girl I am, I kissed him back, wrapping my hands around his neck. Curiosity might have been a bitch, but not as bitchy as suppressed lust masked by years of loathing and avoidance of eye contact.

It wasn't until his hands were trailing up my thighs that I could push him off.

"You have a girlfriend. You hate me, I hate you. That's the way it is." I said to him.

"You sure don't kiss me like you hate me," he said, smirking and walking closer to me.

I felt the need to back into the wall, but I remembered something I had remembered from experimenting with self defence. I walked closer to him to his surprise, and he backed away from me. "I do hate you. I think you're an ass hole. In fact, that's an insult to assholes everywhere. You're more like the multipurpose opening on the underside of a cow. You'd think after years you'd get over being the 'big schoolyard bully', but just last month you called my best friend a troll. Not the internet kind, but the kind who lives under a bridge like the homeless guy who dresses up like a metal-head clown and eats stray cats. You ruined my life in grade school. And I let you, because I had this little school-girl crush on you. Because when a guy hits you it means he likes you, right? I hate you." By now, Darren was completely backed into the wall.