The Hate Game

5 | Giselle

In... out... in...out...in...

She stopped, realizing someone had stepped in through the doorway. A girl, with ruffled hair and a deep blush on her face. The girl's eyes scanned across the classroom, seeing the full desks, then looked at the board where Mr. Muzzo... or Nuzzo (whatever that weirdo's name was) was scribbling on the board.

Giselle smirked. Loser.

Everyone stared at the girl, whispering about her and starting the new school year's gossip with this late comer.

Mr. Muzzo clapped his hands together. "All right class, let's have your attention, please!" he looked at the girl in the doorway and asked her, "Excuse me, missie, don't you have a desk?"

The girl shook her head saying, "No, there's no room."

Giselle turned her head to look at the desk behind her. All of her stuff was on it. She hoped Mr. Muzzo/Nuzzo wouldn't make this new girl sit there. Like she needed that crap.

Instead, the teacher turned and looked straight at Giselle, then her empty desk. "I believe there's an empty desk right there, miss. Right behind... Miss Taylor."

The new girl stared at Giselle, who glared back at her, chewing on her gum and silently turning off her phone so she wouldn't get it confiscated. At this early an hour? That would suck stupid balls.

Mr. Muzzo called out her name. "Miss Taylor?"

Giselle glared at him, then the new girl. She wouldn't let some wimply little girl take away her seat with her prized possessions. Not unless she fought hard. "What? She wants to sit here?" she demanded in her boldest voice. Some kids around her began Oohing. Twerps.

After a few lines of fighting back and forth, Mr. Nuzzo finally asked the girl her name.

"Leftwich," the girl said. "Sadie Leftwich."

Oh, this is so on, Giselle thought. What a coincidence - this little brat who wanted her desk happened to be the girl on the news last year who had gotten kidnapped twice and escaped both times, each time frazzled and gone crazy. And now... she was at this school. Wanting to sit in Giselle's desk.

Mr. Muzzo turned to Giselle. "Now, Miss Taylor, please kindly remove your bag and allow your fellow peer to sit."

Giselle let a string of curses sing through her head. "Okay, Mr. Nuzzo," she said loudly, grabbing her bag. That Leftwich girl made her way over. She won't think she got away with this, Giselle thought to herself. I'm going to make her existence here a living hell.

Throughout the course of class, Giselle made it her goal to pick on Sadie. Not that she didn't like her, but she just didn't like people who messed with her. When Mr. Nuzzo passed back papers, Giselle threw the remaining stack over her head and heard them flapping to the ground, where Sadie had to pathetically pick them up. When everyone had to pick up textbooks, Giselle dropped all her things in front of Sadie so she'd have to go the long way around.

It looked like Sadie was enranged. Giselle could live with that.

As the bell chirped the end of class, Giselle gathered all her things and followed her friends out to the hall. But she quickly stopped, turned around, and looked at Sadie, who was quietly picking up her stuff. Giselle caught her eye and Sadie looked absolutely terrified, with a pinch of tears in there. A flicker of remorse fel lthrough Giselle but she caught it and sent it away.

Sadie looked up at Giselle.

Her eyes said: Why are you doing this?

Giselle gave her the finger.