Until the day comes

Chapter III

Take a moment.
Take a good look around.
Only then will you find,
Just how many people that want to mess with your mind.

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The encounter with the principal had lasted just over an hour meaning that once again she had to walk through the huddles of people in the halls. Mentally cursing herself for not dragging it out so she could avoid the stares and whispers. They didn't bother her, she didn't care what they thought of her but she couldn't help just still feel uncomfortable.

She held her head up high with faked confidence, her eyes meeting everyone of theirs though they couldn't tell that through her dark glasses, still masking her true uneasiness in situations such as these.

'Bang!' She hit something hard a wall.

Wait since when did walls randomly pop up in hallways

I don't know dumbass why not look for yourself. She argues with herself.

"Watch where your going!" A man sneered with an angry twitch to his voice, an almost threatening tone.

Her eyes glared up. People crowding around clearly trying to figure out what was going on, but before anything further happened the bell rang sending everyone shuffling to their next classes. Well, everyone except mr. douche and her. She thought agitation creeping up on her.

Mr. Hot, sexy douche you mean. Her conscience countered back at her.

A gasp escaped his lips.

His soft looking lips.

Shut up brain.

She hadn't realised until she found his eyes, shock etched into his soft features, staring into her eyes... her bright blood red eyes... when they collided together her glasses had crashed to the floor leaving the one thing she had worried about out in the open. Picking up her glasses but not putting them on, she turned, looked him staring in the eyes, her strong, sassy aura radiating like never before, her gaze not wavering for even a second and fired back with her fiery passion "damn now everything is finally starting to make sense." She said her eyes lashes flutter as she twirls her glasses in between her fingers.

"What does." he growled as a certain emotion flicked across his eyes, almost undetectable if you weren't paying close enough attention, though the exact one was unclear.

Placing her glasses on the tip of her nose slowly sliding them back as she smiled her signature smirk, winking her left eye and finally resting her shades comfortably back over her eyes hiding her eyes from view, her soft challenging voice fell upon the mans ears, "wouldn't you like to know." As she turned around and walked of in the direction she supposed was the right way to her first class.

A few moments went by before she felt a grab on her shirt tugging her back as yelling filled the air around her. Striker. She knew his voice and by now his face, someone got a bruised ego.

She internally laughed, not realising she allowed a quiet giggle to pass through her pink lips, only to annoy him further. Getting tired of his yelling, which she could tell intimidated and scared almost everyone in the school by how quickly they were willing to leave as soon as they realised he was involved with the outburst in the hall.

She knew what they said about him. She had heard him say things herself. So without regret, she hit him. A square punch to the jaw. It knocked him back. And she walked away... her angel lips, laughing the devils thought.

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