Pride, Prejudice and Nightmares

Chapter Four

We get into the building swarming with students trying to catch up with their friends about their weekend. I seriously don't get it. What is it to catch up? You are like best friends and you talk about everything and probably spend your weekends together too. Why the urge to talk about it again when they know about it already? Just so the whole school can find out too?

" Oh my God... And he was all over me..." said one girl half whispering half talking, loud enough for me to catch it and I'm pretty sure, the rest of the people around her too.

What is even more surprising is the reaction of her friend who was leaning against the lockers.

" I totally get it! I would be too if I were looking at you. I mean- look at your body, YAS queen, gorgeous!".

Ok, she didn't even bother to whisper. It's like she is calling for attention for her friend. So, in my collective spirit, I gave it to her.

" Yas bitch, total goals!" I said with a fake nasal accent, " Girl, if I were looking like you, I wouldn't ever have this detention hours. I mean, I would totally do it, do you know what I mean?" and with a swift gesture, I smack the air and continue with a laugh, " Obviously you know what I mean, that's the reason why you didn't get detention when the hall monitor caught you giving Mason Johnson a bj in the bathroom."

Jaw to the floor- check! People's attention- check! Eyes on me- check! Everything seems to be in place for what is about to happen.

" I don't know what the fuck are you talking about!" Oh darling... Sweet " innocent" darling...

" Princess, your reaction gave you away... But don't worry, your tiara didn't fall this time when you shook your head. I'm afraid it did when you were down there, but again, with a body like yours, no wonder that guy was all over you."

" You don't even know who she was talking about!" snapped her friend.

" True, I don't know and I don't need to. Because all I have to know is that it wasn't Avan Johnson, the one you wished it was. Uh! And the reason why you sucked his brother was to get his attention."

Add to the list: Red face- check! Popping vein- check! Heavy breathing- check! Phones out- check and check!

" You know what?!" first words of the victim after a long heavy breathing pause, " I don't need this! I can have any boy I want from this school!-"

" A-a-a-a... Not every boy. You can't have Avan. But let me give you a free aid- dress shorter, put on a blond wig and some long fake nails and you might be his next catch!" wink aaaand, time to leave the stage.

" You really like creating chaos." said Sasha with the eyes in this phone, probably posting the fight on snapchat.

" I don't create chaos!" I tried to say with a whining voice, but it got more to a ' are you shitting me' kind of voice. " I just prevent it. Tell me, would you rather have a crying girl in every bathroom you find yourself in for a week or more, or a confrontation that will lead to a pissed off girl and some talking for 3 days until someone changes the subject."

" Look, you can't go around getting into other people's conversations and telling them off" we say in unison the last part.

" Ummm....yeah, I can. I just did actually."

Sasha stopped and I took a few steps just to make sure that he was actually mad at me and not just checking something out. Well... he was mad this time.

I stop too and turn around to face him. " Look, she was practically screaming that information. If it weren't me, then someone else would have gone around spreading rumours about her. Oh, and by the way, repeating this to me like it's a calming mantra won't change a thing and you know that."

" I know, but will I die if I try?"

" You might" I said with a shrug and a side smile. " Now come on, we are late for econ."

And fair enough, we were. The teacher finds a certain pleasure in torturing us with his early appearance. If we enter after him, we are absent. Teacher's rules

" Miss Hamilton. Mister Jason. Care to elaborate why are you late?" said Mister Abernathy in a calm voice.

" I-" I open to answer his question, but I find myself interrupted.

" No. Not you Miss Hamilton. We all know why are you late."

" Because I didn't want to come?" I test my ground.

" That and the little show you put up for us in the hallway with another student.". He turned from his log to face me now. " And for that, you get 2 hours of detention."

Great! I was really hoping to be able to avoid Miss Grimaldi this week or until our trip to Oklahoma. Now I have to talk to her and then my mom will find out and then bye-bye trip.

" Mister Abernathy!" I try to say in a convincing voice, " I would like to try something for a change. I would like to try the original version of detention. To see if maybe after all this sessions with Miss Grimaldi, something has changed. I promise I will present myself sharp!"

" You know... Miss Hamilton, I will give you this one shot, BUT! If you dare to be late, every minute that passes, you get another hour of detention."

" Cross my heart and hope to die!" I say putting on an evil smile and my hands over my heart.

" Get to your places."

" Thank you Mister Abernathy! You won't regret it!"

" Why do I have a feeling I will, though..." Mister Abernathy said to himself. " Oh, and Mister Jason. The same for you. Now, lets start this class with a topic touched by Miss Hamilton. Death."

I know. This is economy class. Why do I need to know about death. Well, the cours is tightly connected with sociology which studies the rate of suicide and not only. How suicide is linked to economy you may ask, well... when people die, their families or friends go to a funeral house, pay money for the service, therefor they finance it and the enterprise grows, salary works, employers, money, bills... You know what I'm talking about. Plus, there is also the other part, assurance houses, that get to profit from it. Something that the teacher was trying to explain to us.

" Ok so, if I get into a car accident, the company will pay the damages. But, if I break someone's face, the company won't pay the damages I made to that person."

I swear. I imagined myself so many times punching this teacher's face, in so many different ways, I can't even remember, so imagine, of cours, that I couldn't contain myself so I started laughing.

" Sasha, you have no idea how many times did I pictured myself breaking his face. Oh God! You can't even imagine in how many ways I planned it."

" I'm starting to think that you are a sociopath." said Sasha turning from me and writing notes in his notebook.

" Only now did you realise this?" I say laughing. I mean, he can't really just realise this now or even think this. Right?

Oh well, he's ignoring me and the teacher changed the subject. I should start listening, but damn! Every word he says makes me want to kill him. Seriously now! Death? Does he even know how many kids in this class suffer from anxiety or depression or lack of confidence? For them this is a very sensible subject that maybe, they themselves don't even want to think about it. Even less listen to the teacher saying how many types of suicide exist out there.

Someone in chem, please! Make an explosion or anything that would set the alarm off. Or tech kids! Even the principle with a fire drill. Please! Anyone! I don't want to die of boredom.

Though... can someone die in 45 minutes from boredom? I guess we'll find out.