Taste of Poison

Chapter Nine: Jealousy

 I don't care if your world is ending today/ Because I wasn't invited to it anyway/ You said I tasted famous, so I drew you a heart/ But now I'm not an artist, I'm a fucking work of art/ I've got an F and a C and I got a K too/ And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like you – (s)AINT by Marilyn Manson

PIA

School the next day was horrible. I couldn't focus, my phone kept vibrating, Jeff won't leave me alone, and Gwen is just pestering me with questions. I'm just so annoyed today, and I'm not really sure why.

Maybe it's because of Zamiel...

Yesterday was ridiculous. I've never seen anything like that before. Maybe it's PTSD? It's something because nobody...

Nobody normal does something like that.

Honestly, I feel drained and so lonely. Zamiel isn't exactly good company. I don't know what to call him either. Is it Rock or Zamiel? His mother called him Zamiel; I think Rock is just a nickname.

I wonder how he was given that.

"Pia," the teacher calls out.

My eyes widen as I look up from my notebook that was lying on my desk. "Yes?" I ask startled by Mr. Matt's raised tone. He's normally has a soft voice.

He frowns deeply before he says anything. "You need to pay attention. I'm trying to ask you a question."

Mr. Matt was a tall fellow with thinning light brown hair that was combed to the side. He's normally always wearing a button-up shirt and khakis. The only time is isn't wearing khakis is on Fridays when all of the teachers get to wear blue jeans. Apparently teachers have this dress code like the students. The only time they can wear blue jeans is on Friday unless there's some kind of thing going on.

Mr. Matt is a math teacher, and he asked me something about graphing numbers on the calculator. Unfortunately, I wasn't paying attention so...

"Uh..." I trail off as I look down at my calculator. I suck ass at math. "I don't-"

"You don't know," Mr. Matt says for me.

I close my mouth and look down in embarrassment. I feel the twenty pairs of eyes from my fellow classmates staring me down.

Fuck.

"Next time, pay attention, Pia."

I can't pay attention. I have a psycho maniac on my mind right now.

"What's been going on with you lately?" Jeff asks me as he sits down in front of me at a table I chose to sit at in the white cafeteria.

My eyes narrow as I glare at him from across the table. "I don't answer to you anymore, Jeff."

He snorts. "Since when did you ever answer to me?"

My anger was heating me up quickly. "Seriously, Jeff? You know damn well I took care of you when we were together. I told you where I was, I told you how much money I spent, and I asked you before I ever made a decision. I wanted your opinion because we were together." I spit that last part with hatred.

Jeff didn't say anything for a moment. He just looked down at his hands as they were folded on the table. "You know that I'm sorry, right?"

I snort. "That ship has sailed, Jeff. You had your chance, and it's too late," I growl. I lower my head to glare at him darkly. "When I broke up with you, that was it. There's no second chances. I don't give second chances."