Taste for Trouble

Chapter 5

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I sat there for most of the passing period, my mind reeling. I couldn't lose him. He was my first boyfriend...my first kiss...and my best friend...I don't know what would happen if I didn't have him anymore. I didn't like the thought of having to rely on Jess and Liz for company for the rest of high school.

I got up after the warning bell sounded and took off towards the science hall. When I entered the room everyone looked at me without speaking, like I was some goddamned circus animal. I ignored them, looking at my feet and went to my back-of-the-class seat. I had never really realised how few friends I had. Wouldn't it be cool to be a part of some huge group of people where you could tell them everything and trust all of them? Instead I was a shut in, sitting in the back of almost every class to avoid people.

The teacher had chose to show a video for the day, (something about adding the chemical equations of two compounds together) meaning everyone was wispering and the occasional few would shoot glances over at me. I was almost asleep on my desk when an announcement on the intercom came on. One of the front desk ladies voices sounded out. "I'm sorry for the interruption. Will the following student come to the office immediatly with their stuff. Claire Jones. Thank you." Way to single me out.

Everyone turned to me and started whispering openly now. I grabbed my backpack, and, avoiding peoples bewildered looks, left the room. People had no filter here. They all only thought about themselves or the latest gossip trend, never thinking that I might actually have some feelings about the events that had recently taken place. Hell, I wouldn't doubt it if the minute I walked out of the room, the teacher started sharing what he'd heard from my math teacher. I swear some teachers were only teachers because every other career feild wouldn't take employees with the maturity of a 10th grader.

I walked rigidly into the confusing office. I never liked it in here. Every stupid desk had a different "purpose" and if you asked the wrong lady something, or even went to the wrong side of the desk, you were bitched at. Again, maturity at its finest.

I stood at the door awkwardly until a lady pointed me to a door across the room, not even looking at me. Well I assume she knew it was me, no one would come down here justona stroll. I sighed and walked over to where a door stood ajar. I poked my head in questioningly and was ushered in by a red headed, rather scrawny cop. I shut the door and sat down across him in one of the nicest chairs this school seemed to own.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked nervously. I  felt claustrophobic in here, there were no windows. This room was in the dead center of  the school. No way out. My head was starting to spin.

"No, I'm just gonna ask you a couple questions." He said, pulling a notebook out of his front pocket. He seemed completely at ease; good for him. He was probably use to tiny rooms. He looked like the beated red headed step child.

"Oh. Okay." I said, my nerves calming only slightly. How big was this room, really? 12 by 14? Because it felt like 2 by .5...

"Okay. Where were you Tuesday night?" he said. Damn. Straight to the point.

"At my friend, Eric's, house." I said automatically. Don't let him see through when I have to lie. I felt bad lying to him too, he was just doing his job.

"And how did you get home?" He asked, scribbling my last answer.

"I walked." I answered, as vague as possible, and it wasn't a lie...

"And what is Eric's last name?"

"Newman."

"And you didn't run into anything? Anything threatening?"

"No. None at all. Why do you ask?" I asked, feigning innocence. How the hell did he figure that this girl was me?

"We found blood in the woods. And it matches your DNA." Oh. Shit. I didn't know they could figure that out that fast.

"Hm. That's odd." I said, avoiding the look he was giving me. Maybe people confessed to murders like this; a too nice looking cop giving you the look that says you can tell him and it will be alright; he won't show anyone your answers...but even the fantasizing part of me that wanted to tell someone knew that he was going to show his co workers and they would analyze the shit out of it.

"Okay. That's all we're gonna start with. Go sit out on the waiting chair. And we will call you in after we have spoken to Eric."

I did as he said, sitting in the (thankfully) larger room and in a slightly less comfortable arm chair for what seemed like forever. Eric ended up being interviewed in a different room and I didn't get to see him, let alone talk to him. I wanted to know where we stood. Were we still together and it was just a fight, or was his lack of communication a sign that he never wanted to work things out. I wish I could have at least seen him to throw the questions, and my apologies, at him with my eyes.

They finally let me go when the lunch bell rang. They had let me sit there and vegetate over my feelings, which left me feeling absolutely peachy (sarcasm)

I didn't feel hungry based off of recent events, so instead I stood next to one of the trophy cases; pretending to listen to my ipod (even though it was dead) Liz, Jess, and Eric all had second lunch, so none of them were here to talk to, or even pretend to talk to, which is what I would be doing if Liz or Jess were here.

I made it almost all lunch undisturbed until a sophomore girl that I had never liked came up to me. She had always gone out of her way to torment me, which wouldn't have been a big deal. Except today was NOT the day.

"Oooooohhhhhh. What do we have here!? The poor dumped bitch." She, Judith, began to bitch me out, not wasting a second.

"I sure as hell didn't get dumped. But I'm not sure why you give a flying rats ass." (that has always been one of my favorite expressions because it makes no sense) I would have snickered, but maintained a composed expression. "And, frankly, I don't care." I said, moving to walk around her.

Her friends expected it, they all spread out into a half circle, pinning me to the trophy case. They all had a very pissy expression on their ugly faces. I was again aware of how what people now a days found "attractive" in women was when they looked like those cats with their faces scrunched in; which wasn't very cute in my opinion.

"What the hell do you want, Judith?" I asked, exasperated as students began to gather around her friends. "I want what you took from me in middle school." She said, her face getting bitchier.

"What? Your virginity? 'Cuz I'm sure you lost it long before middle school." I said smuggly. It was a cheap shot. She had always had rumors about her and who she did almost every other week.

"Not that! You know that isn't true!" she screamed. "Your boyfriend! Or your EX boyfriend!?" She was obviously so caught up in some stupid childhood crush. Really, this is why she didn't like me? She liked Eric? You have got to be kidding me...

"Okay. I'll count to three, hun. One. Two. Thr-" I began, holding my ground.

"You don't tell me what to do!" She hollered.

I saw it coming before she even spoke, she threw a fist at me. I had no time to think; I ducked sideways, turning as I did so, and caught her next punch mid-air. I was kind of shocked at my sudden apparent fighting skills, and I could tell our audience was too. I twisted her fist down and she let out a scream of pain. I felt something tingling in the tips of my fingers as I kicked her backwards, away from me and into the schools trophy collection. She flew back into it, shattering the glass and it rained down onto the floor like a waterfall. It looked like slow motion, the glass catching the light and littering the floor. I saw people with their phones out and a teacher behind them trying to get through.

Judith went to stand up, but I grabbed her collar on her shirt and straddled her above her stomach, my legs folded underneath me. I slammed her head into the floor, then I punched her square on the nose and blood spurted onto her pink t-shirt. I raised my hand for another punch when my fist was caught above my shoulder.

Oh. Fun. It was the art teacher who's name I could never remember. She looked furious.