I hate you !

Chapter 12

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Blair's POV

I walked the familiar hallways of school looking for my locker. 2028, there it was, beside the other lockers painted in cerulean blue. I used the code I memorised to open it but when I pulled the lock, nothing happened. I tried again, didn't work. "For fucks sake!" I screamed and kicked the bottom of the locker. Passing students stared at me but I ignored them and turned combination lock the opposite direction. The lock snapped open and I smiled in satisfaction. "Finally." I muttered. I was about to stuff some books from my bag into the locker when suddenly, a piece of paper fell out. My eyebrows furrowed and I picked it up and opened it.

It read:
You saw me, be aware that I'll be coming and you won't be able to stop me this time you worthless bitch! I'll kill who I have to and I don't care who goes down once they are dead and cease to stop me from getting to you. But...if you don't want your friends to get hurt, you can come alone without any weapons and surrender. If you choose to do this, I'll find you. Just meet me where you saw me last.

I hate you with every bone in my body,
3•8.-

"What the fuck?" I mutter. Who the heck is 3•8.- ? " Hey Quinn?" Zack calls. I shove the note in my pocket, turn around and slam my locker shut. Zack and the rest of the boys come up to me, their faces a mix of confusion and relief. "Yes?" I ask. Zack stares at me suspiciously. "Are you alright?" He asks. "Yes." I say, my eyes locked on his. He nods his head and then smiles at me. "What was that all about? At the bleachers." Sam asks. "Oh she pushed me." I shrug. "So u pushed her off?" Owen asks. "Yeah." I say.
"That was amazing!"Caleb shouts. "Especially when you punched her!" Zack says. "Thanks guys." I say.

We walk down the hall to our second period. "Well, I'm off to Art." Owen says just as the bell rings. "Bye." We all say to each other in union. Zack and I head to English. Once were in the class, we sit beside each other and wait for the teacher to walk through the door. "Let me see it." He says. "See what?" I ask. "The note that you shoved in your pocket when I called you." He says. Shit. "Oh it's nothing, it wouldn't spark interest in you anyway, it's better if I don't show you." I say. "Bull. Give me the note." Zack says staring into my eyes, daring me to say no. "Fine." I mutter. I hand Zack the note and he reads it, his expression stays blank. When he's finished, he rips up the note into as much pieces as he could and gets out of his seat. He walks to the trash can by the teacher's desk and casually disposes of the note then returns to me. "I am going to kill you for that." I seethe. The teacher walks through the door and glares at everyone in the class. Sadly, she is not our main English teacher, but the sub that was assigned to this class.

"Oh god not her." I hear someone in the back of me say. "SILENCE!" The teacher screams. All chattering in the class stops and everyone looks at the front. The teacher has wavy greying hair that seriously needs to be dyed. She wears a long skirt and a sweater tucked inside of it. Terrible sense of fashion. Her glare falls on me and I smirk. "You!" She points. "What are you smiling at?!" She asks. "You have some lipstick on your teeth." I say, still smirking. Her glare hardens and I roll my eyes. "Detention. NOW!" She shouts. "Why?" I ask. "Because I said so!" She shouts. "Tsk tsk tsk, you can't put me in detention for nothing. You'll get fired....I'm pretty sure that you don't want to loose your only source of income because then you won't be able to feed your five cats and one mouse." I say.

I see Zack's lips twitch slightly upright from my peripheral vision. The vain in the teacher's forehead looks like it's about to pop. She takes a deep breath and then breathes out. She looks at me again but this time with kind eyes. "What your name? She asks kindly. "Ruby." I say. "Well then, Ruby, I can put you in detention for insulting me." She says smugly. "How did I insult you?" I ask. "You basically said that I'm a bum with or without this job." She growls. "Yeah, you aren't wrong." I say. "GET YOURSELF TO DETENTION NOW!" She screams. "You have to say my name or else you don't mean it." I say smugly. Damn this is fun!

I see Zack sniggering at my side. The teacher's nostrils flares as she releases an exhale. "Ruby, Get. To. Detention. Now."she growls. 5 seconds pass. 15. 25. A minute. "WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE! GET YOUR ASS TO DETENTION NOW!" She screams while walking up to my table. "You see, I would if my name were Ruby." I say. She pulls out a gun and aims it at her head. "I should have never taken this job." Is her last words before her blood splatters on my face.....I'm kidding. That didn't happen at all. All that happened is she stared me down, her face contorted with rage. Her eyes dart around until they land on my notebook. "Blair." She says. "Get to detention now or else I'm sending you to the principal's office." She says calmly. "Finally, I was kinda getting tired of going back and forth but your expression on your face made it worth it." I say to her.

I stuff my books in my bag and grab it and then escort myself outside to detention. Halfway to detention, I stop in the middle of the hallway because I hear her scream, "DETENTION!" I watch the classroom door open and Zack's smile hits me like a ton of bricks and I actually stumble. "Woah, you ok?" He asks, laughing lightly. "Uhh, yeah." I say. "Good, cause you know that we aren't really going to detention, right?" He says. "Oh I was actually going to go." I say.
"Look at you, following the rules for the first time." He says. "Oh shut it." I say smiling lightly. He puts an arm over my shoulder and we head for the exit. "Where are we going?" I ask. "To get food." He says. "Lovely." I say. He smiles. "I though you'd be hungry since we didn't have breakfast." He says. I smile and move from under his arm and then I spin him around and plant a small kiss on his cheek. The tops of his ears turn red and so does his cheeks.
"Thanks for looking out for me." I say. "I always will." He says. We walk out the doors, the sun kissing our skin as we hot-wired a car and drove off.