He's Mine.

Chapter Fourteen

Cross me once, I'll make your life hell. Cross me twice, you'll wish I did it again.

After that spectacular discussion at lunch, we all started to move for the next class. We all had Form Time together in our form room.

It suddenly dawned upon me that our class was still yet to be decorated, and no one had even approached me about it. Was I really that horrible? So horrible that people refused to face me? Even if it meant letting the moss grow on the walls?

I felt a big hole in my chest, I hadn't realised until now that I had no friends whatsoever. I mean, sure, I was popular, and had a ton of acquaintances, but it stopped at that. People just wanted to be on my good side - and even that wasn't a good thing because, well, they either did it because they were scared of what I'd do to them or because I was hot and pretty.

What kind of life was I leading?

I shook my head and took Aiden's hand. Even if his hands were exploring the body of Margot, it still felt nice for someone to hold me when I wanted them to. No matter who it was, and no matter who they're sleeping with.

We opened the door to our form room, a busy, noisy, planes-flying -everywhere, teacher-panicking, classroom. Usually, I'd laugh and join in the fun, perhaps be the loudest one yet. But today was not a usual day.

"Take your fucking seats, sit your asses down and give me some ideas about how we can make this classroom a class we actually want to fucking be in." I screamed.

All of a sudden, heads turned to the front, eyes staring deep at me, planes stopped flying, boys stopped rocking on their chairs, and, well, they did just as I told.

In a matter of no longer than 10 seconds, everyone was in their seats, silenced. Aiden, Margot, Cara and Dylan had also taken their seats but not me. I decided to stay at the front, assume my responsibilities now.

"Right. Listen here. This classroom is OUR classroom. For some of us, it's our second year here in this very class. Lets see a show of hands, who likes the green mold on the walls? Come on, don't be shy!" No one raised their hands, "Well then. Let's get started on the decoration then. Ideas?"

No one raised their hands.

"Anyone?"

No one raised their hands.

"I guess we'll stick to the green mold." I said disappointed. I started to make my way to my seat, no one could say that I didn't try, at least.

"How about if we start by actually removing the moss?"

"Yea, start by stating the obvious, Einstein."

"Paintings, maybe?"

"Butterflies."

Everyone started to talk amongst themselves. I liked that. I had started this. I had actually started a class discussion, and a productive one at that.

Slowly, everyone started to come up to me with ideas of their own, and it was my intention to used each and every idea. I smiled to myself, I had achieved something today at least. Well, something that wasn't for my own selfish gain.

I made my way back to the front of the class, smiling. 

"Great, so, can we just all please put all of these ideas on a page? And, maybe have like, a cleaning up committee maybe?  Just so that we can clean up that horrid moss on the walls? I'll help, of course." No one raised their hands, most probably because of the intimidation I caused for most of them. "Okay, fine. Leave your names on a piece of paper too. Charlie, could you give me those names and the ideas by the end of this week, please?"