Burnt Out - Patrick Hockstetter.

Chapter 16; Greta.

"Get out of my seat, you whore." I heard Greta insult.

The squeak of a chair moving backwards sounded, signalling that the kid had moved. I looked over to see who it was. It wasn't Ali so I didn't care. Thinking of Ali, I soon noticed that she wasn't here yet.

She strolled into the class as soon as the bell rang, taking a seat in front of Greta, next to me.

"Oh look, Patrick is dating that loner girl." Greta whispered loudly to her blonde friend.

I rolled my eyes and took a glance at Ali. She rolled her eyes too.

"I thought she was with Henry?" her friend asked, sounding genuinely confused.

"Slut." was all she said before blowing her gum.

"At least I don't blow more guys than I do strips of gum." Ali insulted, not exactly trying to keep it subtle.

"What did you say, asshole?" she exclaimed, getting Ali's attention.

"You heard me." was all she said before turning around to face me.

"You better watch out, Talon, you've got a next thing coming, bitch." she spoke angrily.

"Will you cut it out." Henry asked the fellow bully, sounding annoyed.

"She fuck you too? I've heard you don't even have to ask her nicely." Greta continued.

"Oh fuck off before I burn your pubes off. Boys like it better." I groaned, rolling my eyes at her.

She turned a deep red and huffed, crossing her arms.

"You can't even fight your own battles, can you, princess?" she continued.

Ali quickly grabbed my clipper from my hand and swiftly turned around, lighting it in Greta's face.

"Say that one more time." Ali said, her voice not failing her once.

Greta gulped.

"I said say that again!" she yelled, causing everyone in the class to shut up.

Neither of the girls eyes left the flame. Ali's face read anger and Greta's read fear.

"I will kill you and nobody will be able to find the body but me. I've done it before and I'll do it again. Don't test me, because I will pass with flying colours and leave your body crisp." Ali threat in a deep voice.

Greta nodded harsly.

Ali turned around again and tossed me my lighter. I grabbed it, being snatched from my astonishment. I knew she was crazy but I didn't know she was Bowers-crazy. No wonder he liked her so much.

The class went back to normal. And todays events was never mentioned again. Greta never bothered us and Ali seemed to be sane.

"What demon took over your body back there?" Belch chuckled nervously as we left the class, heading to lunch.

"Don't know what you're talking about." Ali shrugged, strolling into the cafeteria.

We all sat at our normal table near the back of the room. The 'Losers Club' sat a few tables away from us, earning insults from Henry and smirks from the rest of us.

"What is the new girl doing with them?" the Jew one questioned one of the others.

"I heard she's d-dating P-Patrick." the stutter one, well, stuttered.

"No way! Tom from Arts said she's fucking Bowers!" the loud one with glasses announced, causing me to cringe.

"Isn't she Beverley Marsh's cousin?" the clean freak one muttered but not too quiet to what I couldn't hear.

"Nah, she's too pretty to be related to her." the loud one shrugged.

"D-don't say that. It's m-m-mean." stutter defended.

I rolled my eye's and ignored the rest of what they were saying, focusing on the current convocation on our table.

"-so then I fucking stabbed him! Right in the arm." Henry told one of his storys to an uninterested Ali.

Vic looked bored out of his mind, knowingly heard this story at least 4 times now.