Look What The Cat Dragged In

Chapter 2

"Go away Carter," I said not even breaking my stride, "I don't want to talk to you, just leave me alone. Ya know, like I asked last time?"
"No wait, please Brook, hear me out," he pleaded, his bright blue eyes sparkling through the wetness in his eyes. Was he crying? Wuss.
"I said go away."

I walked through the big double doors of Jacksonville High and into my rego classroom. Sitting down at my usual seat, I turned behind me and looked through the door. I was watching for Carter, because that kid was stupid, and would most likely follow me into the room. Thankfully today he didn't. I was done with his crap. A year ago, he had asked me out and I had agreed, to humour him. We went on a few dates, and it lasted quite a while if I'm being honest. But then I found out it was a dare all along, and I was furious. I can't even remember the whole conversation I had with him that night, after I found out. But it was very heated and I remember one thing all too clearly. He just wasn't admitting to it, even though I had very valid proof he was dared. He tried to tell me he loved me, even though it was a dare, but I wasn't buying it. I was THAT frustrated I just snapped. I heard my hand slap across his face leaving a big red welt and charged off, driving away, blasting some sad ass Adele songs.

Argh! I hate him!

I almost didn't hear the bell for first period ring, but it came to my attention when one of the students barrelled past me, almost knocking the entire desk over. Dumbass kids in a dumbass school. I reluctantly got up out of my seat and walked out the door, where I slammed into Rose. Like actually slammed. She was holding about a thousand books in her arms, that had just scattered over the floor. Her dark glasses had fallen off her head too. I helped clean up all the stuff, laughing all the while.

"That's like the, what, third time this month Rose?" I jokingly asked.
"Probably, and it's because of your fat ass once again." She looked at me, and slowly let out a laugh. "So what class you got now?"
"I-uh I don't really know, I just figured I would skip," I said looking down at the ground. I knew exactly what class I had, I just didn't want to go to it.
"You're such a bad liar little Brook," she said, with a smile, "let's go I know you've got yourself a lesson of Mr Duncan in Maths."

Shoot, how did she know that? Time will never tell. I just hope she didn't know why I didn't want to go to it. She didn't get my struggle.

She walked me ALL the way to my math room and made sure I was sitting down before she left. She was good like that, kind of annoying but good. She actually cared about her education, and that if her friends too. I took out all my useless stuff, I knew I wouldn't be using at all this period. I hate maths. The time went by ever so slowly, and every now and again I could feel a pair of eyes watching me from the back of the room. And of course it had to be, the one, the only Carter Johnson. My pain in the ass, clingy as all hell ex-'boyfriend'. I couldn't wait to get out of this class and away from him. I hoped, with all my heart, he didn't come over here and talk. Oh but how God just overlooked me.

He sauntered his way over to my desk when Mr Duncan wasn't looking and pulled up a chair, spinning it backwards and leaning against the back. "So Brookey baby," he said," are you coming to Rebecca's bonfire this Saturday." Ugh what an idiot, he knew for a fact I wouldn't be going, I wasn't even invited. "Carter, didn't you read her email? I'm on the list. Fat chance I'm going."
"Aww, poor Brookey. How about you and I spend the time together instead?" He asked, his stupid blue eyes lighting up. Why was he acting so differently now than this morning? It looked as though he was was almost crying back then, but now he was being all flirtatious. What's up with that?

"You know the answer to that, Johnston." I replied with no emotion. "How about you move along, before I file a restraining order on you? Just like, I'm sure your mother did with your father. He looked hurt, it almost looked real. But no, he was back to that sneaky little grin. Ugh, I hate that grin. "Whatever you say, Brookey. Adios." Thank the lords above he finally left, back to his seat. Where he probably went to annoy some other poor soul. Anyone but me was fine though, I'm not complaining.

I hate Monday morning Maths classes, have I ever mentioned that? There's no one I like in my classes, a lot of people I don't like, and a terrible teacher who is hat old he should have retired 20 years ago. I just hated Monday's in general too. It's a sharp hit of being back to reality after two days of utter freedom. From classes, snobs and teachers. The rest of the week still sucked, it was school after all, but Monday's were the worst. And Friday's were the best, but that's just a general rule in life.

Once again I almost didn't hear the bell ring to signal it was time for us to leave. Ugh another terrible lesson was headed my way. A whole lesson with Rebecca Stone. The first of the day, as there were still two more with her. But this was definitely the worst, she had none of her posse and I had no friends.

Remind me to never say that again it sound terrible.

I walked into the health classroom and sat down at my randomly assigned seat. That's one thing I hate about health. They make you set somewhere different each day, with someone new seating besides you. Today, I was smack bang in the middle of the room, the nearest table was a few metres from me. Coach Pete, one of the Health teachers, who doubled up as a P.E teacher called my name, "Anderson, grab that desk," he pointed to the one a few meters away, "and drag it closer to you." I did as he asked and now the desk was a mere thirty centimetres away from me. "Good. You, Stone, sit." Once again, he pointed to the chair. Oh great. Not only do I have to spend the lesson with Rebecca. I have to sit next to her too. Yay. This is going to be great.

Rebecca sat down heavily on the chair, almost knocking the whole thing over. She was chewing strawberry flavoured chewing gum, just like always. It was gross, she didn't know how to chew with her mouth shut. She must've missed Manners 101 in Toddler School.

She blew a big ass bubble, that popped loudly after a few seconds. "Hey Anderson." And the torture has officially started.