Ghost whisperer

Chapter One| The Tragity

One month later

"Quiet down, quiet down!" Principal Reese face turned a tomato red as he repeated himself for the millionth time. The students of Chatman high were relentless in their quest to rebel and even though my eyes were trained on the stadium, the guy next to me was too busy explaining how painful getting a boner was

"You know what makes my Willy stand?" Derek Manning, airhead/ douchbag spoke up from behind, causing a couple of people to tune in. apparently anything that came out of Derek Manning's mouth was pure entertainment, insert eye roll.

"Your mommy does when she gives me head," he finished, causing anyone that heard to laugh. In my peripheral vision I could see him raping the air as he thrusted his hips, multiple times. There wasn't enough bleach in the world for me to erase that image from my brain,

I Hope he enjoyed it cause that was the only action he'll ever get, I couldn't help but smirk at my own joke mentally high fiving myself. I didn't realize I was full on staring until..

"What are you looking at Freak," I flinched at the nickname that seemed to follow me everywhere. My eyes widened once I realized a huge percentage of the teenagers sitting next to us were tooned into our conversation.

"What a douche," a female voice said aloud, I looked around in shock as I realized nobody around me could have matched that voice, cause I was surrounded by nothing but dicks... literally. I waited for Derek to react, but he didn't instead he was staring at me, with his mouth gapped open as if waiting for a response. Not only was I the center of attention, but I was hearing shit.

Perfect

"She's looking at you Derek, we're all looking at you Douchbag, do you feel special?" My eyes quickly focused on a pair of bright blue ones that were already looking in my direction causing me to quickly look away.

Damion Wright was my savior

"What did you say to me Fucktard?" A very pissed looking Derek asked. Damion looked sexy and very unbothered at that comment, in fact his lips were facing upward as if he knew a secret that nobody else did.

"Did I stu-stu-stutter?" He asked, one of his eyebrows lifted up in a devious way. It was a look that I've been on the other end of, he new something that nobody else did.

"Mmh Sexy bad boy to your rescue, where can I find one?" that same feminine voice spoke again, causing my eyes to wander to any possible suitors. I was either one loosing my mind from sleep deprivment, or just loosing my mind in general.

"Quiet down!" A voice whispered snapping me and everyone else out of our trance. Ms Clarance whrinkled face seemed to wrinkle even more, causing me to quickly look away.

Once again there wasn't enough bleach in the world for me to erase that image from my brain.

I decided to keep my head forward in order to stay out of any and every trouble I seemed to catch myself in to. The principle was yapping on and on about the same set of rules that were given every year while trying his hardest to keep the routy crowds attention.

"I don't even know why he try's anymore, I mean you'd think after 4 years of giving the same speech  he'd learn how to change it up a bit." The voice spoke again. I couldn't help the small smile that sprouted, nor could I help the loud cough that came out In place of  my laughter.

"Shhhhhhhh," my head turned in time to see one of Ms, Clarence wrinkled fingers cover her mouth.

Oh what a girl can't cough now?