Angelic but Poisonous

Chapter 3

Mara.

"Okay, so, the answer is, um, 76?" Ky said, uncertainly. His hair was a mess, since he kept on running his hands through it in frustration. He was currently scrunching his nose and tapping his pencil on the table.

"Almost. You forgot to multiply the twenty eight right over here." I said tapping the paper.

He groaned in frustration and laid his head down on the table.

"Come on Ky, you can't give up that easily." I pushed on. He had given up when he got the first one wrong.

"It's hopeless! I'm just wasting your time."

"That's true, but you have gotten better in the past half hour." I remarked.

"How good?"

"Enough to get a high D, not a low one." I said slowly.

"Great..."

"Come on, by next week I promise you'll have a C in Algebra 2."

"What do you have in Math?" he asked, his blue eyes shining.

"A 95..."

"I didn't know goths were smart!" he smirked.

"I am not a goth!"

"Then explain all of the dark eyeliner and dark clothes and the fact that you don't talk to anyone but that Kurt kid."

"Kent."

"Whatever."

"He's the only one I talk to because, believe it or not, he's the only human being I tolerate and relate to."

"Not even your mother?"

"Not even my mother." I smirked.

"Wow." he smiled and leaned back into his chair, "Well how about you tell me about yourself, and we can see how we relate."

"Hmmm. How about we finish tutoring, and then you go home, and we go back to not talking except on tutoring sessions."

"But that's no fun, is it?"

"No, I think that would be kind of fun."

"What's your favorite band?" He said, completely ignoring me.

"Fallout Boy." I told him immediately. They were the best band known to man kind, next to Bon Jovi and 5SOS.

"They're coming on Sunday, aren't they?"

"Yeah, but I didn't get tickets. They're all sold out."

"Sorry, I guess." he said uncertainly.

"It ok, I guess." I laughed.

"You have a beautiful laugh."

"If you think snorting is beautiful, you're screwed man."

"What time is it?" He said abruptly.

"6:30, why?"

"I have to be home by seven, so I'll get going."

"Okay, bye." I told him. He grabbed his backpack and waved as he walked out of the Barnes and Nobles we were at.

I finished to cookie I had ordered and grabbed my backpack.

"Hey, hun!" I heard a familiar voice yell. I rolled my eyes and turned around to see Amanda, the captain of the girls soccer team and captain of the cheer squad, standing right in front of me.

"Hi Amanda."

"Oh, call me Mandy. That's what everyone calls me. Anyway, how did your tutoring session go?" She batted her fake eyelashes.

"It was- wait, were you stalking us?" I raised an eyebrow.

(Mara's declassified Charleston High survival guide tip #1: stay away from Amanda Moorison. She is a complete wacko.)

"No I wasn't! I just saw you here with Ky and I just wanted to tell you," she sighed and looked around. When she looked back, she grabbed my wrists roughly and twisted them effortlessly, so it hurt, but didn't look like it did. "Stay away from Ky. He's my boyfriend and doesn't need your pretty ass to distract him from me." She snarled, baring her teeth like a wolf.

"You think I'm pretty? I'm so flattered!" I said, the sarcasm floating around us, encasing us in a bubble.

"Look Mara, I can make your life miserable."

"Like it isn't already." I mumbled.

"What was that?" She said, still furious.

"Nothing. Continue threatening me." I smiled sweetly.

"You're not worth my time." Amanda said and let go of my aching wrists, but I didn't dare touch them. She couldn't know that she had hurt me.

"Not what your so called boyfriend thinks." I said as she turned around and walked back to her friends, Naomi and Jenna. She spun on her heel and gave me what she probably thought was a death stare. Pathetic.

When I was sure she couldn't see me anymore, I rubbed my sore wrists, knowing there were going to be bruises there. Time to take out the bracelets again.

I sighed and sulked out of the bookstore, my black vans kicking the dirt and rocks on the side walk.

I suddenly heard a honk and looked to the street where a guy that looked to be in his early twenties was hooting from the driver's seat in a beat up pick-up truck.

"You need a right sweet cheeks?"

"No, but I might need some acid for my eyes after looking at your face." I replied. I pulled down my white crop top self consciously.

"No need to get feisty, bitch."

"No, I think it was quite necessary."

"Just get in the car and I'll drive you home." he said, his lips curling into a smirk.

"After you rape me? I might have to call a rain check." I scrunched my nose and shrugged innocently.

"Stop playing games and get in the car, baby." he toyed.

I suddenly felt a hand slip into the back pocket of my jeans, and pull me closer to it's body.

"She does love playing games," I heard a deep voice say. I looked up to my left side to see, you're really not going to expect this, Ky! Yay... "don't you babe."

"Only in bed." I winked in his direction. I thought I saw his cheeks flush, but it left as soon as it came.

"Sorry man." The guy from the car said, looking intimidated. He suddenly sped away as the light turned green.

I suddenly turned around to face Ky, infuriated. His hand jerked and he pulled it away, rubbing it.

"What is your problem! I was handling it just fine." I fumed.

"Yeah, just fine. A little thanks would suffice." He smirked. I wanted to slap that smirk off of his face. Or kiss it. I haven't decided yet.

Oh shut up Mara. You're so pathetic.

"It hasn't been the first time it's happened." I muttered.

"What?" He said, but I knew he heard what I said. His blue eyes darkened with anger.

"Hey, it's fine. I've handled it perfectly before." I told him and laid a hand on his arm. His eyes went to his normal color and his permanent smirk returned.

"You like my muscles?" he asked, suddenly flexing his arm while my hand was still on his bicep.

I rolled my eyes. There's the Ky I know.

"See you tomorrow, asshat." I told him and walked away, feeling the familiar glance on my back.