Keanu

Chapter 28: Aggression

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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: AGRESSION
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Deliah's POV

I try to keep a cool and calm face when in reality my heart was beating faster then a cheetah in the Olympics.

"Are you going to explain or are you going to keep staring at me with that stupid face?" Andreen asks causing an unrest between the crowd that formed around us, the pictures right in the middle of it all.

I roll my eyes before asking, "What were you doing in my locker, Andreen? Didn't your parents teach you anything about privacy or is your obsession with me too overwhelming to keep your hands to yourself?" A bunch of "ooohs" erupted by the end of my sentence.

Andreen, looking caught off guard, replies a few seconds later, very hesitant. "I... I don't have an obsession with you, you freak! But you obviously have one with my boyfriend so just tell us what you were doing with these pictures."

"I was simply doing my job" I shrugged casually folding my arms across my chest. Wow. My lying and deceiving game really improved after my first murder. Does that sound psychotic?

"Job? What job?" Andreen asked increasing her volume along with her irritation towards me.

"The one the principal gave me." I raise my eyebrow and sigh dramatically before continuing. "Because of my outstanding photography skills and the lack of yours, the principal asked me to monitor and take pictures of a few star athletes for the upcoming Mazels Trip. Last week I gave him Nate, today I was planning on giving Keanu and in two days I'm gonna give Damon. Is your obsession fulfilled? " I ask sarcastically.

Andreen stutters on her words, not knowing what to say. She looks unsure and embarrassed about her accusations.

I bent down to pick up the pictures ignoring all the stares from my fellow peers." That doesn't prove that you're not trying to steal my boyfriend." Andreen sneers.

"I'm pretty sure stalking and having a weird obsessive fetish over Keanu is your job." I say not even bothering to look her way. My comment caused an uproar in the crowd and the gasps and whispers blocked Andreens footsteps towards me. Pain seeped through my scalp when she pulled me up by my ponytail. It wasn't much of a shock when I threw her arm off and slapped the living daylights out of her. The slap echoed through the gym and silenced everyone.

"You bitch!" she screamed holding onto her cheek as she tried to grab me but Nate held her back while I just stood there, arms folded.

"Lodge! To the principal's office, now!" Coach yelled.

"I was headed there anyways." I say grabbing all of the pictures. I go to the locker room to get my bag and make sure that my locker is locked before leaving the gym.

My feet lead me to the principal's office with no help from my brain that's too busy obsessing over what I just achieved. Yes, achieved.

I lied fluently without stuttering once.
I slapped Andreen.
And through it all I never lost an ounce of confidence.

That's so badass.

By the time I was done praising myself I stood outside of his office. As if he already expected me, the door opened and he greeted me with a disappointed frown. I tried to muster my best innocent smile but I don't even think a toddler would be fooled by it.

"Ms. Lodge, have a seat please." I shine another sweet smile before sitting down across from him. "Coach just informed me about your attack on Andreen Green. Now from her I may have expected this kind of behavior but not from you. I don't know the reason behind your fight so please inlighten me." he says rubbing his temples.

"Well Sir. I was only acting out of self defence. Andreen attacked me first and I only responded-"

"By slapping her?" he interrupted.

"It seemed like the most appropriate way at the time." I shrug.

"Oh my." cue the sigh. "Why did she attack you, Deliah?"

"Because of these." I say placing the pictures on his desk. They immediately grasped his attention as he skimmed through the pages looking very intrigued. "I took some pictures of the star players and thought that the school could use them for the yearbook or something. I wanted to give them to you later today but Andreen illegally went through my locker and decided to display them in gym class." I say putting emphasis on 'the school' and 'illegally.'

" Well.... You definitely have talent. These are better than the ones the photography class took. " he says not once looking up.

" How about this." he says neatly putting the pictures in order and sending me a smile. "I'll put this slapping thing behind me and we can see what we can do about Andreen messing in your locker if, you decide to come with us on the Mazels trip as our official team photographer."

School principal say what?

A weekend on the Mazels trip? With the football team? With... Keanu? I didn't even have to think twice about it. Dang, I didn't even have to think once.

" I'm in. " I say smiling and shaking the principal's hand.

" Then we have a deal." he says grinning from ear to ear. "Now get to class and I'll be keeping these." he says admiring the pictures once more.

"Sure thing. Later, Sir." I say and basically bolt out of his office.

Outside, where no one can see, I freely express my joy with a happy dance and a small shreek. The bell interrupts me and I sprint outside to Damon's car. Yess, I have that much energy.

I'm the first one in the parking lot and seeing that I was grinning like a cheshire cat while hopping from one leg to another, it looked very creepy.

When Damon finally arrived I jumped him causing both of us to lose our balance and fall to the ground. Luckily we were on the other side of the car so 90% of the students didn't see us but I was too excited to care about the other 10%.

"Woah, Mama. What up with the violence?" he says chuckling as he stood up.

"I'm down for some aggression." Keanu says smirking when he rounds the car.

"Guess what!" I say giving them a goofy grin.

"Andreen?"Damon asked confused.

"Andreen? What no, you're terrible at guessing games." I roll my eyes.

"No. Andreen." Keanu says pointing south with his eyes.

I turn around with scrunched eyebrows just in time to feel a hot force make contact with my cheek. It instantly throbs and a burning sensation lingers from where acrylic nails scraped my skin.

"Payback, Bitch."

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