The Bad Ass And The Geek

Chapter 6

The summer holidays were coming quick and fast, we have just little over a week left. Just yesterday, I was sat at the head master's office as he rang my parents to tell them I had ditched a whole English lesson and hid in the girl's bathroom. I didn't exactly expect my parents punishment to be bad, baring in mind it was my first time being in trouble, but it was, it was terrible. They've taken my phone off me for a week, as if my life was already bad enough with not being friends with Rachel anymore and not being able to talk to James's face because I was to shy, on top of all this, I now can't text James. Which literally leaves me with nobody. James must be thinking that I've fallen out with him as well now because I haven't been able to text him since yesterday morning.

Sulking downstairs, not even bothering to pick up my feet so they make a dreadful squeaky noise on the floor, I walk into the kitchen. My Mum is already up, getting ready for work. She notices me walk in but doesn't say anything, I just glare at her. I'm not particularly fond of my parents at this moment in time, only because they took my phone away from me. Grabbing myself a bowl and some Cheerios, I grab the milk carton and pour it into my cereal. I miss the bowl by about a millimetre and I end up spilling it all over the work-top counter.

"Shit." I mumble to myself as I walk over to get a cloth to wipe it up. My mum gives me an over dramatic glare,

"Now don't you start cursing now as well Megan. You're already in enough trouble as it is." I stare at her harshly as I wipe up the spilt milk. I stuff a spoonful of Cheerios into my mouth and slouch down onto the couch. As I switch on the TV, my Mum walks back into the room, looking concerned,

"What has gotten into you Megan?" I shove another mouthful of Cheerios into my mouth, my eyes still focused on the on-going programme, The Big Bang Theory.

"Nothing, and even if there was, it would be none of your business anyway." I said through Cheerios. She just looked at me sadly and shook her head, her eyes were all misty now.

"Fine, be like that. Just run upstairs now and get dressed for school, I'm taking you today." I looked at her and sarcastically said yay, placed my cereal down on the table and ran upstairs.

I basically made myself look like I did yesterday, except today my make-up was staying on, it was not going to get smudged or ruined by tears, I was going to hold my head up high and not give a damn. If you don't like me? Fine by me. If you hate me? Hater's gonna hate, potatoes gonna potate. I was going to have to find a way of telling James I didn't have a phone and I couldn't text him, but I can't do that to his face, so I'll have to think of something quick and smart as soon as I get to school. Leaping down the stairs, jumping off the last 2 and landing on the floor, I waited for my Mum to unlock the car. As she closed the living room door behind her and turned to face me, her eyes widened in disbelief and shock,

"Megan what are you wearing, is that make-up? It is isn't it. You know you're not aloud that for school Misses. You look so..." I cut her off short and waft her hand away from my face,

"Better? Grown up? Yeah I know. And no, I'm not aloud it for school, but loads of other girls wear it and don't get caught." She looked at me with a disappointed look in her eyes, as if she expected better off me, she probably did to be honest. Looking up at the ceiling and signing, she then grabbed then the car keys and unlocked the door. I jumped into the front seat and fastened my belt carefully as we set off for school, also known as hell.

It was second to last lesson before dinner, and still no sign of Rachel, part of me was disappointed and upset and the other part of me said You don't need her, you can do better. I walked into my RE class 20 minutes late, Mr Kelly stared at me darkly.

"Care to explain why you're late Megan?" This question used to scare me half to death. Now I was a changed woman. I thought of a suitable explanation which would be funny and totally suitable for an RE lesson.

"Well Sir, somebody told me to go to Hell. I couldn't find it at first, but now I'm here." I slouched down into my seat, and looked around the room, spotting the first couple of people with a smirk emerging on there face. Then the first laugh made its appearance from the front of the class. The tips of Mr Kelly's ears turned a dark shade of red, as did his forehead then his whole face. If this was a cartoon, you would probably be able to see red steam gushing out of his ears, I laughed to myself at the thought of this hillarious image I now had in my mind.

"Get out. Get out now!" As he yelled, he pointed his chubby finger sharply towards the door. Smiling at him I said,

"Gladly." Strolling out the room, I felt the feeling that everybody was watching as me as I walked out without a care in the world. I was beginning to like all this attention. When Mr Kelly said get out, he meant stay outside the door so I can shout at you more privately, but I couldn't be bothered waiting, so instead I wandered.

Slowly walking down the corridors aimlessly, I stopped every now and then to look inside some classroom windows, and pull faces at all the kids stuck inside. Fortunately, none of the teachers caught me. Once I had walked around the whole school, I stopped at a corner leaning against the wall, I was going to wait here until the bell went off. Somebody coughed from round the corner and then a lot of mumbling and I'm sorry's were thrown about every now and then. The voice belonging to the person who said I'm sorry, even though they didn't sound like they were, sounded familiar. Before I had time to think of whose voice it was, I heard footsteps coming my way. I turned and ran down the corridors as quickly as possible and headed for the medical room. About 5 minutes later, whilst being locked in the medical room, I saw our head teacher walk past. Sighing and thanking that I didn't get caught ditching again, I stepped out the room, calmed myself down, and walked back down to where I was before. I was determined to find out who that voice belonged too, it sounded to familiar. Once I arrived back at my destination, I peered round the corner cautiously. James. He wasn't facing me but I could tell by his pouches posture and by the way he was scuffing his shoes on the floor, that he wasn't bothered that he got told off. He gets told off so regularly, that I'm starting to think the head master's office is his second home. He snapped is head round immediately, as if he could sense my presence, he looked me right in the eyes sadly. I think he might be hurt that I've not texted him for 2 days straight, I need to explain. I tried to walk over to him but it was like my feet were glued to the spot, I couldn't move them at all. He still hadn't turned his eyes away from mine either, I turned away quickly, facing the wall around the corner where he couldn't see me. My heart was racing fast, I was so nervous to even be around him, to be in his presence. Why though, why did it have to happen now when I need to explain. Turning back, I noticed he hadn't taken his eyes off from where I was standing, he glanced up at me sadly again. Opening my mouth to speak to him, I realized, that not only couldn't I be in his presence, but I couldn't speak to him either. The words clogged up in my throat, I shut my mouth closed thinking that I probably looked like an idiot standing there with my mouth wide open. Hanging his head low to the floor with disappointment, I felt my heart ache with sympathy for him, I didn't mean for it to seem as if I didn't even want to talk to him. Quickly pulling out a piece of scrap paper and pen out of my blazer pocket, I scribbled down onto it quickly but trying to make it look neat.

I'm really sorry James. Please don't think I hate you, I don't, I honestly don't. I could never hate you. My mum just took my phone off me because I got caught ditching lessons because Rachel called me a slut and I hid in the bathroom. The head of English caught me. Seriously, I don't hate you. Please forgive me,

Love Megan x

Shoving the pen back into my pocket, I placed the paper, folded up onto the floor, and kicked it with my shoe so it skidded all the way over to James. He didn't seem to notice because he had his back to me so I coughed gently, he turned around immediately. I looked at him once more, then looked at the floor towards the note, as if to say Pick it up and read it, and be quick. He followed my gaze and picked the note up, as he did the bell went off for the next lesson. Before I managed to look at his expression after he read it, I turned and ran.