Teach Them A Lesson

Lesson 3: You Fight Like A Delinquent

 As walked inside the school gate, I could feel several eyes turning to stare at me.

Yeah, you see, I was pretty popular in school. But not in a look-she’s-beautiful kind of way but in look-she’s-the-freak type of way. Gregory Saint High School was a typical school full of typical students whose thoughts were all about typical stereotypes and typical clichés. This was the weird thing about this school. It was normal. Too normal.

According to what I knew, my parents had enough money to last up to our tenth generation. But they’ve this weird belief that just because we are a bit better off than other people doesn’t mean that we are any different. Mom and Dad always wanted all of us to have a simple and an ordinary life.

Of course, I've no idea from where they got these ideas. I mean what's the use of being rich when don't get to use the money?

Only Claire - who is the oldest in our family- and Evan - my eldest brother- had graduated from the best school in the town. And now, they've an amazing future with them. Claire is a lawyer and Evan just got out of college a year ago. He said that he had yet not decided what he would do. So, he's just working part-time jobs to keep his expense in check although I'm pretty sure that his bank account is over- flooded with money.

 I have no idea why Mom and Dad wouldn't send the rest of us to the same school. I mean, yeah, I'd still have been the troublemaker there, but at least I'd have some friends who were of my level. In this school, every gossip is about the parties or clothes or who kissed who, who slept with whom.

Even though I don't disagree that hearing gossips about others is definitely fun, I had stopped listening to rumors after that incident.

That incident.

I freeze on the sidewalk. My heart rate increased unsteadily.

This is the thing about life.

Memories always come flodding back in your life, when you need it the least. You think you've finally moved on, you've finally earned the ability to let go, but even years of time is not able to heal the wound. The memories are never forgotten, never deleted.

I stopped walking and closed my eyes.

His face so perfectly sculpted..his hands, so cold and yet so graceful. The way he would look at me and smile and the small hollow on the base of this neck that I couldn’t keep my hands off from.

Fuck.

Stop thinking about it. He's not worth it. He's not worth it, I chanted to myself.

After my heartbeat had calmed down, I just stood there for a few more minutes, unable to move.

By the time I opened my eyes, most of the students were already inside.

I stood there alone on the ground for a while, stunned. Then, I hurried towards my first period which was Biology.                                            ****************************************

Have I ever mentioned to you that I hate Math?

I never understand the way of numbers. I mean, who the hell cares what the value of "x" is? Who the hell cares of the inclination, height and gravity and all that crap? Hell, I've gotta life to live not to waste on stupid things like finding the angle between some stupid lines.

After my silent emotional breakdown in the morning, my whole day was ruined.

But my mood immediately lifted a little when I remembered Mr. Collins and about the frogs I took from the lab. I eagerly entered the class hoping to see if my revenge had any effect on Mr. Collins but, you can definitely imagine the disappointment radiating off me when, he was the same as always. Grumpy and restless.