I Fly Kicked The Bad Boy

Chp 2

Wilma's POV

      Lunch at my school is just a series of colours and noises in-between classes. Lucky us. But now that I have a bounty on my head, it looks like they now include a premium pack of violence and misery.

     I sit at the back of the cafeteria, discussing the situation with my best and only friend, Natalie.

     Natalie has been a comrade of mine since year seven. Since I'm so absent minded, she's always helping me out e.g. helping me not walk into poles. In return, I offer her my body, though she's never actually accepted. We both enjoy watching terrible lifetime movies and getting fast food on the weekends.

     "I think you're being a bit ridiculous, Wil. It doesn't even look like he's here. He's probably smoking behind the school with his dumb friends."

     "no - he's definitely out to get me. He actually mouthed the words 'you're dead'." I shiver at the thought. "What if he gives me a swirly?"

    "Do people even do that in real life? Not that he could give you one even if he tried, you are a—"

     "Shit. There are his friends." I murmur, sinking into my chair. Four lads walk in through the main cafeteria doors, with Patrick Wade - who is most famous for being Ezra's best friend and doing a poo in the bubblers in year seven. But no sign of Ezra

"Shit he's not there. He's probably lurking around."

Natalie simply rolls her eyes. "i'm sure he's he's just at the toilet or something."

     No. Ezra is always thinking ahead and getting me and anyone else who gets in his way back. I remember one time in year eight he spread a rumour around about me contracting yeast infection because I mistakenly sat in his seat in Maths.

     "Look, I've got to make an escape before something happens. I'll meet you at the front of the school in T-minus two hours."

     "Wil? WILMA?" she calls, But it's already too late for me. I've already crawled around most of the tables, and am almost at the doors when suddenly –

     "Heads!" someone chuckles from the table in front of me. Before I even have time to look up at who it is, a carton of strawberry yogurt slams against my head and spills all over my body.

And for the second time today, the entire room erupts in laughter.

    "Oh shit!" the raspy voice of the perpetrator cackles. Anger and anticipation fills my stomach, and as I look up at them, guess who I see?

Ezra flipping Jeong. So he was in the cafeteria after all.

     Leaning backwards, He cackles uncontrollably and his friends joining in as soon as they realise what's happened.

     Then, with no regard for my feelings at ALL, he throws another thing at me, only this time, it's a sloppy, half eaten peach.

"I am soooooo sorry." He says sarcastically, acting like this was all an accident.

      Suddenly, a whole heap of his friends join in, throwing half eaten foods and cartons of milk in my direct location. I brace for cover, but there's very little I can do to protect myself from the foods hurled towards me.

    As they do all of this, I swallow my pride and reputation and prepare myself for revenge. Not only has he annoyed me every day since kindergarten, but he's also ruined my reputation in front of the entire school.

"Awww... are you gonna cry?" He cackles "she's actually going to cry."

I'm not going to let him get away with it.

I'm going to knock him down a peg.

      Resisting any form of pacing, I sprint towards his table at full speed, before using the edge of one of the seats to launch me into the air. Then spinning me body around, I allow it to increase the velocity of my leg, which is heading straight for his face and –

KABLAM

I have just fly kicked Ezra Jeong in the face like it was nothing.

The cafeteria is in shock and Ezra is squirming on the floor.

Even better is the fact that the teachers have decided that now of all times was the perfect time to notice the scuffle, not when, you know, Ezra was throwing food at me.

Great. Just great.