Just Bad Luck

Chapter 17: Quoting Life with Chemistry

Author's Note:

Elmo's sorry for taking very, very long to update. (read in Elmo's voice.)

But, I've posted a new novel entitled, This Boy Belongs To: Harper. It's entirely teen fiction and it will make me very happy if you go check it out!

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 Previously on Just Bad Luck :

I heard Charm's laugh again and I remember why I was here the first place. I dash to my sister and drag her out the room. She was complaining, but I couldn't give a duck about it anyways. I drag her out the mansion, out the gates -where the guards backed away, seeing my puke-covered clothes and my annoyed face. - and back home.

As I passed Gretel's home, I felt sadness wash over me. I will miss my candy stash.

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I fell with an oomf! when I settled Charm down at her bed. I tucked her in and ruffled her already messy hair more. Sure I hated her, but she's still my sister. Nothing I could do about it. We even looked alike sometimes.

I remembered when we were little, - when Faith was still nonexisting - we would dress the same everytime. Then we would play dress-up together. Remembering those brings a smile to my face. But then she changed over the years. She wouldn't dress like me anymore, wouldn't "tolerate any childish shenanigans" anymore, I quote.

I got crushed that time. Maybe it did change people. Puberty. And as I grew up, I experienced it with Faith too. So, I guess it was normal.

I turned off the lights and closed her door. I went to my room and went straight to the bathroom. I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror and to say I was disgusted was an understatement. I was covered in somebody else's puke, my hair was all over the place and I reeked of pot, alchohol and puke - Typical Party smell.

I entered the shower and let the water rain over me. I scrubbed my body as hard as possible to remove the smell. As a result, my skin was red and aching when I finished. I was clean though.

I changed into my pajamas and jumped into bed. I was so exhausted, I was knocked out in a minute.

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The next day at school, I was completely grumpy. Not only was I sleep-deprived, I was also grounded for that sister-punching incident last night. Which was completely an accident by the way. So, it wasn't my fault that I barely acknowledged the people around me.

"Hey, Grace. Why you all so grumpy?" Isabelle asked. I just answered her with a shrug. And Isabelle being her, she completely understood. That was what I liked about her, she knows when to leave you alone. She left me, telling me that she already had to go to her Literature class.

I wasn't completely in the mood to learn today. Especially when I know that we have a quiz on Chemistry, which unfortunately, is my next period. I hurriedly took and shoved some books from my locker and brisk-walked to Chemistry. I bumped into somebody along the way and I barely apologized to him or her.

Entering the room, I realized that Mrs. Brooks wasn't here yet. Which I was thankful for. I went to my usual seat and settled down when the bell rang. A minute later, Mrs. Brooks came in looking awfully exhausted as she was heaving. She settled her pile of papers down on the desk and paused to catch her breath.

Just before Mrs. Brooks could greet the class, a file of students barged in. Sure Mrs. Brooks was always late to class, but that doesn't mean they could barge into class whenever they want to. These are the reasons why our generation is failing miserably.

Mrs. Brooks looked annoyed but she let it pass. Instead, she greeted us and then proceeded to distribute the bloody quiz. When she gave me the paper, she smiled kindly at me. I wouldn't say I'm a teacher's pet, but I can be one sometimes. It's just that I'm not entirely a vocal person. So, I tend to just mind my own work. Plus, I didn't have any of my friends in this class so, you would exactly understand why.

But, when I say I'm kind of a teacher's pet, that doesn't mean I'm really good at this subject. I mean, Chemistry can be easy at times but sometimes it can really be hard. I can hardly get an A.

I focus quietly on the quiz, analyzing each question, but there just got to be someone in a class that taps their freakin' pencil on the desk. Worst part is, he is sitting behind me. And guess who the annoying person gets to be?

Chuck freaking Carvis.

Can he get even more annoying? I stand corrected, because he decided to tap his pencil faster and whistle. I tried to resist the urge to shout at him but every tap was getting closer to my nerves. My patience was hanging on a thread. And that thread is really, really thin.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Oops, the thread broke.

"Shhh!" I turn around to face him and glared at him so hard.

"What?" He looks at me and feigns innocence.

"Stop tapping your freaking pencil. It's distracting." I told him in a hushed voice. He shrugs then looks back down on his paper. I took that as an okay.

But barely a minute after, he starts tapping his pencil again. Could this guy take a hint? I mean, I'm sure everyone was irritated by the sound because he was the only person making a sound. I turn to face him again and he was already looking at me with an eyebrow raised. Holy matter of Science, this guy was doing it on purpose!

I glare at him with all my might and if glares could melt, he was already a pile of goop on the floor.

He remained a stoic face and kept staring at me. I was bubbling with anger inside but I had to lower my boiling point. See? I learn from this class.

I turn away from him and scoot my chair away from him. He still tapped his pen after that but I tried my best not to burst. Because just like ionic compounds, when you lose your temper, somebody else gains triumph from annoying you.

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Classes just finished and everybody was excited to go home or go elsewhere. As for me, I choose option one.

When I stepped out of the school doors, the cold wind hit me and was enough to make me shiver. It was already November and winter break is just a few steps away.

I decided to walk back home to maybe cool off my head. I was still annoyed with Carvis. He's like born to annoy the hell out of me. He especially knows how to push my buttons and then repeat it over again until I pop. But, no. I am not going to give him the satisfaction. Let him grow tired of annoying me.

Then I remember Mitch, I didn't see him at school today. Or maybe I just failed to see him because I was clouded with grumpiness.

He's so sweet and kind. The total opposite of Carvis. And he's always nice with me and puts up with all my antics. Boys like him should be more in this town. But, I'm glad that at least one of them is here.

Sometimes, I feel like Mitch and I just connect. Like there's so much in common with us. And we seem to enjoy each other's presence.

"Well, somebody's falling in love."  Devilina appears out of nowhere.

"No, I am not. I just like him as a friend."

"Mhm, keep telling yourself that, honey."

"What?" Devilina suddenly laughs.

"At this rate, you'll fall faster than I can say the word 'Chupacabra'." Then she disappears out of thin air.

Now that I think of it, am I really starting to like Mitch Gabe? Is he capable of liking me too? I guess yes, because we share a lot of things.

Maybe we're just like covalent compounds, sharing a bond that makes us compatible.