one phone call

2.

Great...Just great. I see the guy who I despise the most right infront of me and even worse...Thought he was hot. How could I get so low?

Darling chillax...even though he is the one who spoiled your high school life by calling you fat, throwing food at you and also tearing your gym clothes apart, does not mean he is really bad right?  My brain says

Ya maybe she is right. He is not that bad.

Are you fucking serious? This is the part where you do NOT agree with me. What the hell is wrong with your br- ahem...I meant what is wrong with YOU!!!  My brain screams.

Oops...sorry.

"So we meet again Audrey " he says with a smirk.

What the hell is wrong with him?

"Yeah...so this your house?" I ask
"No...its my great grandchild's house...Ofcourse it's mine like what the hell is wrong with you? You seriously have not changed at all" he says laughing no clearly making fun of me.

Now that's it. Mr. fancy pants here wants to see my dark side and If he wants to I'll let him.

Brain!!! I call or think or whatever.

Yes. Wassup?

Call her.

Her? You mean the her Her?

Yes her her...call HER!!!

Shit okay.

I suddenly feel gutsy and then I look up to him with anger. I pull his robe so his face can be right infront of mine. And I stare at his grey colour eyes with my brown colour eyes.

"Look here Fancy Pants" I seeth
"I may be looking like the same girl before whom you used to bully. But my attitude is different now. So don't fuck with me. Because it's a warning. And right now there is someone inside my head saying that the next time you mess with me there won't be any 'so called warning' you get me?" I whisper.

I was surprised with the guts I had. But I cannot let him bully me again. I have had enough.

Wait. Why isn't the security trying to stop me?

And that's when I noticed Riley's hand  made a stop sign to the security showing him that he does not need help.

But why?

I let go of his robe and then he stands straight. He puts his hands inside his side  robe pockets and looks at me with his piercing grey eyes.

"Looks like I was wrong about you Andrey. You sure have changed" he chuckles.

I show him my middle finger and say "fuck you" to him.

"When?" He asks looking at me while licking his beautiful pink kisssable lips

I did not think that just now.

Oh baby you did

Shit.

I groan and turn back and start walking. Clearly hoping and desperately praying to God that I do not see him again.

And when I put my hands inside my jeans pocket I felt something paper like. When I pulled it out it was 100 dollars. What the hell?

I look back at him and he smirks clearly having the feeling that I will surely take the money. And as bad as I need money so I can apply to medical college I won't accept it.

Because I'm not gonna act by his rules. And I'll prove him wrong. So I take the money and start walking. And when I was about to exit the gate I give the money to the old security guard.

"Thankyou Miss " he says

"No problem" I say smiling.
And then I turn back and see that he still is outside leaning against the doorframe clearly looking dissapointed.

Like I said, not gonna take it.

I show him my middle finger and start walking towards my house.

"God now how am I gonna handle my mom?" I ask to myself while standing infront of my small house.

It had blue walls and brown roof. I lived here when I was a child. And never moved since.

I take a deep breath in, walk and stand infront of the brown door and slowly inserted my spare key, unlocked and opened the door. And as I enter I close the door slowly lock it  and start tip toeing up stairs towards my bedroom. I then enter my room successfully and close the door.

Yesss sucesssssss!!!

I strip my clothes and change into my pink pyjamas and tie my red uncontrollable curly hair into a bun and head towards the bed.

As I lay down I think of what I just said to him and start flushing.

"You did a great job Andrea. You showed him that he cannot mess with you again good job!" I whisper to myself and pat myself on my back.

I slowly felt sleep calling to me. And I let it devour me.