Le Petite Rose

five || Rose

 Listen to Wash It All Away by San Cisco for this chapter

I kneel down to my bottom locker as I put my bag away. I struggle with the combination lock for a short moment before it makes a click sound and I pull the locker door open.

While I'm in mid process of emptying my bag into my locker, someone clears their throat behind me. I internally groan as I recognise the voice, knowing it belongs to none other than the princess herself, Nora Welsh.

I don't even bother turning around even when she calls my name, or a version of it, multiple times telling me to move. I'm going to take my time. She starts clearing her throat again, but it just sounds like she's having a coughing fit. I finally turn my head around and fix my posture so I'm squatting instead of kneeling. "Do you want something, Nora?" She files her nails as I say this, acting as if I wasn't even there. I can't really blame her though, I just did the exact same to her.

"Hmm?" She raises her eyebrows as she looks down at me. "Did you say something?" I hold back an eye roll. Did she really just pretend she didn't hear me after trying to get my attention for a solid minute?

"I asked if you needed something?" She stops filing her fingernails for a second.

"I need to get to my locker," she replies, motioning to her locker with her nail filer. I look up at her locker as if I hadn't noticed it before. I continue to go through my own locker.

"Excuse me, did you not hear me? I need to get to my locker," she says, with her irritating, snobby voice. I whip my head around while unzipping another part of my bag.

"You can wait, or bend over me, I won't take long," I tell her. I try to be friendly to her, because as it has been explained, she is a bit on the aggressive/crazy side and I really don't want to be on the receiving end. She's a prime example of chaotic evil, as I'm told by Maybelle.

I can feel Nora's' eyes burning the back of my head, so I sigh and turn around once more to assure her that I'll only take a moment. I turn back and stuff my bag into my locker when all of a sudden, my locker door slams closed, and I nick the end of my fingers trying to get my hands out before the door cuts them off. I face Nora with a 'what-the-hell-man' look on my face. You can practically see the steam coming out of her ears, and we've gathered a small crowd, wondering what the fuss and noise is all about.

I stare into Nora's challenging brown eyes and decide to open my locker again. She kicks it shut and instead opens her locker above me, ultimately hitting me on the side of my head with the door. "Oops," she mindlessly says, rummaging through her locker that smells of Victoria Secret perfume.

I slam my locker door into her shin. "Oops," I mimic. She growls at me as she crosses her arms and stands back, nursing her foot. I smile in victory and grab out a bag of chips I was going to save for lunch.

I sit down in front of my open locker and start eating them, very slowly, I may add.

Her eyes narrow in annoyance and some of the people crowded around chuckle at my child like pettiness. Some grab their phones out to record. I turn my head I their direction and flash them a smile, placing another potato chip in my mouth.

Meanwhile Nora's eyes turn to slits. Surely me being in her way isn't this aggravating, the bell hasn't gone yet, no harm.

I finish my bag of chips and get my books and computer for my first lessons of the day, closing my locker afterwards. Her locker is still open above me and the bin is all the way over there...

A few people laugh when I put my rubbish in her locker, proceed to stand and then lock her combination lock backwards. I tried to be nice but that never seems to work out for me.