Cliff hanging

Dumbass

Chapter 2- Dumbass

   The ride to school isn't too bad. 13 minutes tops. Its a good thing too, because then I would have to wake my lazy butt up earlier than six and you can have a darn good time trying. The worst part of driving, is that you can't sleep, that, and enjoy your surroundings. I could tell from the orangish glow illuminating my dashboard that the sun was rising. But I cant dare take a look, I've read about way too many car accidents to get into that shit. I stop at a stop sign and just as I'm turning, a black and green ninja shoots out and cuts me off. I swerve, barely missing the curb. "FRICK YOU!" God. Fucking idiots, think they're fricken cool with their fricken motorcycles like they can fricken cut me off. No. I sigh and continue driving. I need anger management.

   I pull into the parking lot of Patterson high school and glance at the time. 6:55 so I still have 10 minutes to spare. I pull out the book I was reading, Eragon, for the 100th time, and indulge. This book was seriously amazing. And Eragon is a hottie. I'm reading my book and all of a sudden a loud revving noise makes me jump and distracts me from my book. I turn and look out my window and I notice the same bike from earlier that cut me off. The rider is wearing black jeans, a tight white t shirt and a black leather jacket. He took off his helmet, and tousled his already messed up hair. Fucking Emerson. Tall, dark hair, melting gray, green eyes, Jerk, arrogant, egotistical Logan Emerson. I get out of my car door, and slam it, before saying sorry to my baby, and stomp angrily to Logan.

"Emerson! You fucking retard!" He jumps back and quickly regains his posture.

"Something wrong, Sheilds?" He asks, smirking.

"Yeah, there is something wrong. You cut me off in your fucking bike, almost killing me, and you have the nerve to ask if something is wrong?!" I may be overreacting but first he tries to kill me, then rudely interrupts my reading. I would say there is a problem. A few people had gathered around us, giving me weird looks. Fuck if I care.

"I hardly could've known it was you, Sheilds. Like you said, I was on my bike, I didn't see." He was still smirking and I wanted to slap it off his face.

I spoke slowly to him, "I am in a red Pontiac solstice. R-e-d PONTIAC SOLSTICE FOR FUCKS SAKE! Its impossible to miss and you know goddamn well I drive that car, on the pathway! And you think just because you look good and have money that you can just do that! Well you cant!"

I would have been done venting if he would just say sorry like a normal person, but now I was furious.

"So you think I'm sexy?"

A loud cracking noise whipped through the air, along with the gasps from my fellow classmates. I saw the look of shock but he regained his emotion again, and now he had another expression besides that damn smirk. I smiled sweetly at him, and turned around.

"Dumbass"

I walked with class, my head high and smirked at everyone that walked by me.

"I'm a boss ass bitch,bitch,bitch" I sang chuckling to myself. The first period bell had rung, and mostly everyone including me were going to be late. I stop at my locker to grab my book and a hand roughly pulls me.

"What the fu-"

The hand covers my mouth, and my green eyes are met with stormy gray ones, just a hint of green left.

"You think you can pull a stunt like that Sheilds? Think again."

Emerson removes his hand from my mouth and I angrily wipe away his filth. He turns and I watch his retreating figure all the way down the hall until it disappeared. Slamming my locker, I yell.

"Fuck! Fuck, frick, fuck!" I kick the locker, and finally make it to class with 20 minutes left. I threw open the door to Marine bio, and Mrs. West looks at me disapprovingly.

"You are late Miss. Sheilds" she says, shaking her stubby head.

"Fuck you."

And that's how I landed a detention after school.