Rebel

Chapter 3: Salads and Slashed tires

        I walk through the empty hallway to my bedazzled locker and grab my salad that I had bought before school. I make sure to check my reflection in the mirror before I turn and slam my locker shut with a clang.

“So when are you going to stop playing so hard to get Cassie Steel?”

        David leans against the locker next to mine and slides his hand around my waist. I take a step back because it was almost to much of a shock to go from my stunning reflection to his pig like features.

“Get your fucking hands off me Smeegle” I snort

        He pushes me against my locker and runs his lips over my neck. I push against him with all my force, but he wont move. I gasp when his hand finds the hem of my skirt. I feel completely helpless. I hate him for it. I try to shove him off of me when all of a sudden, he thrusts off of me and hits the lockers on the other side of the hall. I stand there completely dizzy with confusion. David shrinks down on the ground and looks to someone on my left.

        Mr. Grey hovers close to me and  stares at David with anger.

“How dare you put your hands on a women like that” snaps Mr. Grey

        David spits on the ground and begins to stand up. He grins at me and whispers

“We’ll continue this next time, I know you liked it”

        Before I could realize what I was doing, I was half way across the hall and lunging at him. He blocked my first slap. But I realized that I wasn’t fighting a girl, but I was fighting a guy, who had made me feel weak. I balled up my fists and hit David so hard in the jaw, the diamond on my ring fell out. I was furious! I recoiled my hand again but before I could hit him, a hand came out from behind me and held my fist behind my head.

“Cassie, stop”

        I froze. David sank to the ground and began drooling blood.

“Once is enough” whispered Mr. Grey

        I slowly turn to face him. I feel completely vulnerable. His pale lips stand still.

“I expected more from you” sighs Mr. Grey

“Bite me” I snap.

        I yank my hand from his and strut outside to the parking lot. I find David’s coveted Volvo with a flame paint job next to mine. I pop his tires, scratch his paint job with my keys, and leave a note lying on his windshield whippers saying:

“Fuck with me again and see what happens xoxoxo- Cassie”.