The Playboy's Curse

2: The Playboy's Curse

 UPDATED AFTER A YEAR!!! WHOSE GOOD SPIRIT POSSESSED ME?!

CHAPTER TWO

I always hated school. Especially when it's Monday.

So by the time I arrived there 5 minutes late, which I have done on purpose to avoid Ian-freaking Farley nonetheless, and Stacy also, I wished to the heavens that a meteor would fall down from the sky right this instant and destroy the building I was standing on. And the people be killed too, well, except me, obviously.

And the most brutal would be Ian Farley's death. The meteor would land directly on him, crashing him to pieces until the floor's full with his blood and flesh. Of course the blood's color will be  an unusual blue, since, you know, he's not human. He's from outer space. Someone like him cannot be a human.

Perfect. He deserves those anyway. In the eyes of God, he'd lived a very sinful life, using women as toys, playing with them and then crushing their hearts in the end  like it's just a biscuit left in the road for him to step. Yeah, blame Stacey why I'm acting this way. She's lucky I cared for her a lot. 

My phone got 15 missed calls and 35 text messages from her when I got home. She didn't manage to follow me because a) she didn't have a car to drive to since I always drive her wherever she goes, and wherever she goes I went too, and b) her mom threatened to ground her forever when she won't go home since no one will be left to babysit her brother for the night. 

Thank God for that. I was still upset about the fact that she gave herself unashamedly to that man-whore. I was like her older sister, even though she was two months older than me, and that's only because she has a mind like a child and I'm more mature than her (if you call attacking a guy at there house mature).

My wish was never granted, unfortunately. But instead, when I entered the school doors, the last person I intended to see, and the person I just recently wished was dead, was standing mightily and leaning against the locker door beside mine.

Wow, this would be the time I wish my life was over. 

My throat went dry and I stopped dead on my tracts. He was going to ask for the payment of the broken vase, I knew it. And it would cost a million bucks! And my life wouldn't be enough of a payment. I was five meters away from my locker, and I don't think he had noticed me yet. I could always go head directly to my homeroom class to avoid him.

I was about to spin around and head to the other direction when he lifted his head from lighting up his cigarette and saw me. 

Oh, crap. 

Before he could even do anything, I quickly bolted from the place. I went running down the hallways, praying to God he wouldn't follow me. 

But of course, luck ran out of me. 

"Hey!" I heard him yell behind me. "Hey, you!" And his footsteps followed me from behind.

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

I glanced back to take a quick look and scan his distance from me. A few meters away. Not good. He was tall and a fast runner. In no time, he would reach me. I was also tall, but not tall enough to run as fast as him. By the time he might've reached me, I had already approached my 1st period room (which was at the farthest corner of the building, may I add) and quickly opened the door, slamming it with force when I get inside. Of course, to ensure safety, I locked it. 

Phew, I'm saved. Thank heavens this time.

I wiped the sweat that I hadn't noticed had formed on my forehead and exhaled a breath in relief.   My heart was still beating furiously from the run and my chest was still heaving cuntinuously. "Thank God." I muttered before turning around to see the whole class staring at me.

Shit. 

I heard the loud banging of the door from behind and I chuckled nervously as I glanced at Mr. Brent who was at the blackboard, probably jotting down some of  the usual useless crap, his hands extended toward the highest edge of the board. His eyes was directly looking at mine, a narrowed one, may I add, and I'm pretty sure I'm in big trouble already.

Instead of letting my mind think of more worries I might receive, I gave him a silly grin and  remained standing there. "Hey, Mr. Brent. Sorry I'm late." I ignored the stares intended towards me. Though I noticed some of the mouths hanging wide open. I internally chuckled.

"Is that Mr. Farley banging on the door, Ms. Rinehart?" he said for the first time, his glare now evident even behind his glasses.

"Umm," I bit my lower lip and scratched my head stupidly like a child caught stealing candies at the fridge in the middle of the night. "Yes."

"Then what does he want?" he said, obviously unamused by any of this. 

Then the girl nearest to the door suddenly stood up and reached to open it. "I'll let him in."

"No!" I ran towards the door and quickly hid the knob by my back, facing the room. I nervously chuckled when I saw the class' confused expressions. "I mean, he's just...umm, he--"

The banging continued and I jumped in shock. "Fuck." I muttered, too loud for everyone to hear. "I mean," I gulped, hoping it might faze the nervousness I was feeling. I mean, I can't afford a payment  for that vase! And he might sue me for what I had done  to him! "I mean, Ian, he--he,"

"Mr. Brent, I need to talk to that girl right now! Let me in!" I heard Ian Farley yell behind the glass wall.  In the corner of my eyes, I saw him still banging the glass window, I'm surprised it still hadn't break.

"Let him in, Ms. Rinehart."

'B-but--"

The girl who attempted to open the door a while ago glared at me and purposely pushed me away with force, making me stumble forward. "Bitch." I heard her mutter.

Well, you're obviously one of those girls who adores the devil, Ian Farley, obviously. I sighed defeatedly when I heard the squeaking of the door in an attempt to open it. I so love my life. 

I dropped my head to the ground, hoping to the gods I could suddenly teleport to a different place. But of course, it never happened. I could clearly hear Ian farley's footsteps as he walked towards me. I let out another beaten sigh as I prepared myself for the inevitable.

I took a deep calming breath. 

And I was actually surprise my heart wasn't beating furiously anymore. I wasn't scared at all. I realize I have a lot of guts to face Ian Farley. I wouldn't let him crush my only possession--my pride. If he wanted payment for that million-dollar potted jar, let him fight me first. I snorted at my ridiculous idea. I'm even stronger than I thought.

"Can I talk to you in a private place?" I almost jumped from the ground when I heard his baritone voice. I didn't realize he already reached me. How long was he there standing in front of me? 

And what surprised me more is that his voice wasn't angry. No, not at all. And that made my head  shot up to see him, which I instantly regretted as I saw his expression. Pleading. Wait, what?

I opened my mouth to say something. "Ahh--"

"You now have my permission to go now, Ms. Rinehart, Mr. Farley. You've already wasted 10 minutes of my time for this class."

I wanted to protest, but already knew I coulnd't do anything. I followed Farley out, with my shoulders dropping defeatedly. 

"But, remember. Ms. Rinehart, detention. And you too, Mr. Farley. I may not be your period teacher for this hour, but you still didn't go to class. It would still be the same punishment given if it was your period teacher."

My eyes went wide for a second when I saw Ian Farley nodding in agreement. What, really? He didn't do anything?

Okay. This is so weird.