Devil In Disguise

CHAPTER 8

Kara's POV

I was so disorientated this morning. I even asked mom if she could drive me to the school because when I got inside my car I suddenly got nervous and worried if I would make it safe.

I walked around the hallway. The corridor was more quiet than usual and I saw that most of the teachers walking by were wearing black clothes. I blankly stared at them as they walked by for no reason at all.

I stopped by my locker and opened it. I took out my books and other things needed for the morning classes today. I feel so empty and sad today.

Who is the one behind this? Why did they do that?

I closed my locker and walked forward. Maybe I'll go to the garden since the bell hasn't rang yet. I want to be alone for a while. I feel like I just want to sulk in the corner and mourn.

I was startled when I suddenly got pushed backwards and felt my shoes got wet. I looked in front of me and saw a furious girl standing in front of me that was holding a cup of what seemed to be like iced latte. She was taller than me probably because of the heels she was wearing.

"Look where you're going, bitch!" She exclaimed, her eyes shooting daggers at me. Her loud voice caught everyone's attention in the corridor.

Okay, that was rude. Why did she have to call me like that?

"Sorry," I apologized and looked down on my feet. I swerved to the right to walk past her but she grabbed my arm backwards it almost dislocated my shoulder.

People here just really don't let things go, do they? They always make a fuss over the silliest and unimportant things.

"I'm not yet done with you!" She shouted again and I turned around to look at her. "Look at what you did to my dress! You completely ruined it!"

I looked at what she's wearing and saw that there was a coffee stain on it. "You can go to the clinic, they probably have something to wash that off."

Her eyebrows furrowed and she was livid. "Are you kidding me?! This is an expensive dress! Cheap fabric softeners and soaps won't do, you dumbass!" I backed off a bit when she suddenly tossed her cup at my direction. The remaining iced latte she had went all over my shirt and I felt the cold sticky liquid clinging on to my skin.

I stared at her and somehow I felt my blood boiling in rage. I'm so pissed off. I already said sorry and gave her a suggestion to the problem I made yet she's still nagging about it. Doesn't she have better things to do than to make a commotion?

"Stop complaining. That's the only choice you have," I nonchalantly said to her.

"How rude of you! Don't you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are, miss. You're not the boss of me so you clearly don't have the right to call me an offensive name. I already said sorry and offered a solution to your problem that your tiny mind can't give a solution to, so what else do you want? Don't you have better things to do than to complain like its the end of the world?"

Her cheeks turned red in anger and she lifted her hand. I flinched a bit and waited for her to slap me. I just got really confused when I heard a slapping noise but I didn't feel anything at all.

I heard some students gasp. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Dominic in front of me, his back facing towards me and he was looking down. I looked on the floor and saw the girl sitting on it, clutching her face.

"Another rule to add to the long list of rules: you don't fucking touch her. You understand?"

I saw the girl's left cheek swelling and turning red. I held Dominic's arm and pulled him away from the girl before he could do anything worse.