The sass is real

5- Domination!

(A/N hey guys, I'm so sorry I haven't updated for a long time. I'm a horrible author...yeah, I am. But because a couple of friends of mine pointed out that I need to update regularly, I've decided that every..friday or saturday I will update so yeah. Enjoy guys :)

My hand trembles a tiny bit as I reach for the door handle but I hide away the feeling and remind myself exactly why the hell I'm doing this. Azelia, you are changing the way you look so that you will take Heather's role as queen bee and to make everybody like me- proving those stupid dirt bags wrong! You know this is hard work and even though you'll probably look like a freaking clown what with all this makeup on right now, you have to remember that in order to make them pay, you must do this! In order for total domination, you must fit in and take over...slowly but surely!

I inhale nervously and open the door, taking long and hopefully graceful strides down the long ass hallway. I hear multiple gasps which prompts the idea of me running away but I shake it off and hold my head up high in fake confidence. I can see the turning of heads and hear the not so subtle gasps and whispers that are no doubt about me. I flash a smile at some random person as they nod at me, internally killing them for their attention now! Oh I'm sorry you big tree, you only notice me now! Yeah lets notice a girl when shes wearing a stupid skirt and not when she practically begs for your help against fucking bullies in seventh grade! I smile at more people, feeling my mouth hurt from the activity but not really caring and instead focusing on how it felt to be actually noticed. Heather had a point...this whole experience is quite liberating, I have to admit. However, that's not a valid reason to fucking turn into a bitch that bullies her way into the pseudo "queen bee" role. I continue walking and head down to my locker, thankful that I chose to wear leather combat boots instead of heels. That would just be over the top and it would hurt. I shake my head in sadness when I see I have math but smile when I remember that none of the assholes I know are in that class. Yes! I speed walk into the math block and settle into my seat at the front after I enter the classroom. Miss Byrne nods at me when she sees my extension work all done and my syllabus all highlighted, signifying that I've done everything. She whispers to me that since I've done all the possible work I can do, I can either help out the other students or play on my phone. I immediately accept the second offer, turning on my phone and seeing I have 94 new followers. The fuck?!

I check and see that its from random people in the school that have found successfully stalked me on twitter and instagram. I debate whether I should decline or accept but end up accepting everyone, knowing that kindness is key when popularity is involved. That and plastic surgery! I smile at my thought and hear the door open. I delay looking to see who it is, checking to see my favourite book on Wattpad ( you're welcome ;) has been updated. I excitedly open the book and read, seething in anger when I see the main character runs away with the guy she's crushing on who is obviously just playing her! Who the fuck is stupid enough to trust another human being, one they've only known for 4 weeks, with their entire future?! If she is that dumb, she deserves whats coming to her...for fucks sake! I comment angrily with an empty threat directed at the author and mentally throw my phone against the wall. In reality, I tuck it safely in my pocket and check twice to see if its safely put away. I hear the teacher call my name and I look at her, seeing her signal for me to get up and talk to her. I cautiously get up and go over to her, seeing her impatiently tapping her foot on the ground. "Azelia, I've been called to the principals office about an issue so seeing how no other teacher is available and you already know all the material...Could you handle the class until I get back? You shall receive a stamp on your record for this, I assure you." she asks nervously. Like hell I will! Especially for fucking stamps. Bitch please, I already have enough stamps to fill the 7 booklets that fill my fucking record..cant somebody else do it?! I see the look of desperation in her eyes and hastily agree, regretting it already. She exits the class after telling everybody that I'm in charge and I'll be teaching them all.

Well fuck...

I look at them all and remind myself to be confident, knowing that the fucking primates feed on fear. I stand up straighter, fixing my hunch back of notre dame posture, and smile invitingly...at least I hope!  The fucking class clown Brian gets everybody else to shut up and confidently questions, "So now that old bag is gone and you're in charge, I say that you let us just do what we want for the rest of the lesson. What do you say?" smirking like he thinks I'm going to agree with his stupid idea. The class looks at me as if expecting me to answer back yes and as much as I want to, I really fucking don't, I laugh and muse " Are you actually serious right now? As much as I hate math, I had to suffer through it and now you do too. I can however promise you that I wont be as annoying as Miss Byrne". His jaw drops in what I presume to be astonishment and I smirk confidently, moving towards the board so I can write down the formula for the equations.

" Well looks like the nerd got a makeover but her fucking bitchy attitude didn't," I hear Brian remark annoyedly. Oh wow. Did the little bitch really just say that?! I remind myself that I cant be as "mean" as before because in order for this plan to work, I have to get people to like me. For fucks sake, this plan will be the death of me!

I continue writing on the board, ignoring the laughter that I hear behind me. "She probably still has a stick up her arse," I hear him joke and hear as laughter erupts from the back of the classroom. Just ignore his fucking ass that's taking up 2 fucking seats because that's how full of shit he is. Just ignore it all.. " Oh Azelia I know you can hear me...I just want to say that we all think you're a bitch and that we all hate you. Your temper is as short as you are" I hear him try again.

Oh fuck this

I turn to face him and he lazily smiles at me. What a fucking wanker! I smile sweetly and ask " Is there something you said? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over your ego.." watching as his face turns red either from anger or embarrassment. He looks at everybody, who are all listening in, and confidently repeats " I said, I just want to say that we all think you're a bitch and that we all hate you. Your temper is as short as you are," smiling evilly and waiting to see me "blow up"

Instead I just say " or...maybe you could say that my temper is as short as your dick probably is" watching as everybody laughs and he turns beet red. I smile innocently and shrug, seeing that the bell will ring in 2 minutes give or take. I grab my bag and scroll through my phone, ignoring all the confused looks I'm getting, I announce "class dismissed" and walk out.

I think I might enjoy this plan