Adopted by One Direction

Vanessa Strikes

"Passion!" Lilly hurried over to me, her hair out of place under her bright orange beanie. "It's Vanessa! You better come see this." She pulled me by my sleeve to my locker. I opened it and realized what had happened. Vanessa had trashed my locker. Empty packets of crisps were thrown all around. So were orange and banana peels. All my books were drenched in soda, so it left a sickly sweet smell. On the walls of my locker were words written in bright red lipstick. Loser, traitor, criminal, you know what I mean. I turned around slowly. Lily was looking at me with a worried expression on her face. Behind her stood Vanessa, a smirk on her face. I lost my temper and slammed the locker door shut, then strode over to Vanessa, fury clear on my face.

"You better leave me alone!" I shouted, and everyone in the corridor peered at me curiously, appreciating the drama. "You sicken me!" "Oh yeah? Manners, Tomlinson." She said, "Respect your elders, you know." "OK, so now you're my elder, huh?" I yelled and shoved Vanessa in her shoulder, causing her to fall back and land on her bum. Too bad my triumph didn't last long. I could hear the squeaky footsteps of leather shoes approaching, then suddenly Mr Green the principal was standing in front of us. From his point of view, I was glowering with anger down at Vanessa and she was on the floor with a hurt look on her face. You could guess whose side he was on. I gulped nervously. 

"Care to explain this, young lady?" He asked me sternly. "I just kinda lost my temper..." I said in what I was suppose was an apologetic tone. I could already guess that tattletaling would not be a good idea. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again," I added to Vanessa but still sneaked her a little glare. "Mmmm..." Mr Green looked from me to Vanessa thoughtfully. "Can I hear your version of what happened, Cuth?" Trust Mr Green to know Vanessa's name and take her side. I mean, it was expected but still. I purposely sighed loudly, looking at Lilly. She shrugged back.

"Oh, so this is what happened, Mr Green." Vanessa started. "I was just walking past here when I saw Passion misusing her locker by throwing rubbish and writing on it with lipstick." I shot a disbelieving look at Vanessa. Her story was ridiculous. Why on earth would I trash my own locker? And writing on it with lipstick? Hello? Girl, I don't even own a lipstick. But Mr Green was nodding his head along with her story.

"So,"  She was saying, "I went to her and started to tell her that it was wrong to misuse school property, but she just shouted at me instead. I feel really hurt." She looked up to Mr Green with that lame old puppy dog look. Lilly pretended to be gagging and I sniggered a little. "You aren't supposed to laugh!" Mr Green shook his finger at me disapprovingly, but he let me off. Good thing that he's a nice teacher. He didn't even look at my locker. Throughout the day, Vanessa kept shooting me deathly glares, but in fact, I became more confident inside. If trashing my locker was her idea of 'getting me back' then I shouldn't be scared at all. Comparing a dagger being stuck in my stomach or my locker being trashed, the latter is nothing.

At the end of the day, when Louis picked me up (he always picks me up now. And I still tell Lilly he has a severe cold.) I actually laughed a little. "What's so funny? He asked, looking at me through the mirror. "Nothing, really," I said, still smiling. "It's just Vanessa is no threat to me now." Or so I thought. On Tuesday, Vanessa stuck a needle at the back of my locker, so when I reached in to get my books, I got a pretty bad cut. I went to the school nurse, Mrs Meadows, and she helped me bandage it up. When I swept passed Vanessa on the way to Maths later that day, I whispered to her. "Have you got an obsession with my locker, or what? If not then leave my locker alone." After that, I left the matter at the back of my head, because the cut didn't exactly bother me, and I'm used to this kind of thing anyway. I only remembered I had a cut when Niall asked me that evening.

"Why have you got a bandage on your finger, Pash?" He asked me, looking up from his phone. I, who was doing my homework at the kitchen table at that time, held up my finger to look. "Oh, that," I replied carelessly. "Vanessa put a needle in my locker, so I cut my finger." He came over and took the bandage off to take a look. He winced when he saw it. "That's a pretty bad cut you've got there." He said, blowing on it. "It Itches," I said, pulling my finger away from him. "And I'm alright, it doesn't even hurt me. Don't worry." Even so, Harry went and helped me clean the cut up again. "Did you fall asleep after you pricked your finger? He asked me as he put a Band-Aid on my finger.