Blinded by Perfection

40- A Whole Lot Better

Chapter 40 | A Whole Lot Better

I'm so ready for summer break! It feels like I've been at school for an eternity. Qotc is when do you get your summer break?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In my bewilderment of the surprise attack, I clumsily stagger back and away from the cackling and horrid Witch of the West. At least, that's what I imagine her being right now, nasty face and voice in all. She covers the role personality wise too, so it's a match made in Heaven.

The weight added to my shoulders and hair is tremendous, gravitating my small body towards the ground. Even though I'm sopping wet from my hair down to my (Taylor's) shirt however, it takes me a second to process the level of damage inflicted, despite the obvious reasons.

I'm lucky Taylor's white shirt isn't thin, because if it was my situation could be way way worse. It also might be a semi-good (note the semi) thing Victoria stopped me in my tracks, because if she hadn't I would've easily torn her to shreds. I still want to. Even more now than before in fact.

The bad things are that the juice remnants already begin to make my skin feel clammy and restricted, for as it dries it begins to adhere to my skin like glue. Explaining this to my parents will be a nightmare, but maybe I can persuade them I fell in it or dropped it on me due to my clumsiness.

Another con is I want to put her in her place so bad, but in the long run ―I hate to say this―Noah's right. I can't risk getting suspended, expelled, or even another detention. I'm lucky my parents never found out about that one, but there's no guarantee I will walk away with my hands clean if it happens again.

While I'm lost in my mental debate, the Universe frowns upon me. The sticky soles of my Converse manage to slip on an isolated puddle of what remains of the juice on the floor when someone unexpectedly reaches out and pushes me the opposite direction.

Although I feebly hold my arms out for needed balance, they don't prevent me from beginning to topple over like a badly flipped water bottle. The worst part is that it's not done and over with, like most falls. It's one of the torturing ones where I'm falling in slow motion because I'm fighting for balance that's just not there. I get to experience the whole thing, almost like I'm in a movie and they slowed it down for special effect.

I'm halfway down and already planning my funeral when my body jolts in reaction to someone catching me. The force I collided with the arms makes pins and needles climb around my skin, but I'm not complaining. I'd much rather be caught like this then face plant with the unforgiving floor.

"Are you alright?" Axel asks, wide green eyes brimmed with subtle concern. As he sets me back on my stable feet, I give him a curt nod.

No doubt later I'm going to be hearing about this. He might seem perturbed at the moment, but I know he's going to make a joke about me falling for him, again. His energetic and joking personality are the things I love about him, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I can't help but temporarily change my mind.

"Cluts much?" Victoria dramatically punctuates through a loud and purposeful cough. It sounds fake despite her efforts, almost like her eyelashes.

Afraid of a sudden outburst from me, Axel tightens his grips on my arms. I wish he will just let me go after her, but he and Noah are still best bros, despite the traitors actions. I can't really blame him because they're practically family, but it's annoying sometimes. If Noah says something, Axel follows, and there's nothing I can really do about it unless I hire some crazy expensive hypnotizer, which I don't have the money for. Granted, I can always try brute force, but that's a bit violent towards someone so innocent. Besides, I'm not fooling anybody. I can barely lift a ten pound weight for goodness sake.