All About Tabitha

Tabitha

There's no way I'm this unlucky.

First, the incident, then the moving, next its the second day and I already have two people who I despise and who probably hate me just as much, and now I have a group project with one of said people. How. Tell me how. All I could think about was that video of Cardi B screaming what was the reason!

I could feel my heartbeat quicken in the worst way. I held my hands in my lap, opening and closing my fist, feeling my nails dig into my palms. Run, run, run. I hate reacting this way.

You can't control the situation but you can control how you react to it.

With a deep breath, my eyes closed, and a picture of Oliver came to mind. His bright green eyes were shimmering in my old rooms fairy lights and his tussled brown waves shook as he bopped his head to the beat of the song we were listening to. He smiled his dimpled grin as our favorite high note blew through my speakers and I failed trying to match the pitch. I could still hear his laugh in the back of my mind. When I opened my eyes, I could feel my smile reach ear to ear.

"Don't flatter yourself, I would've picked Icky Vicky over you any day." Gavin said nodding his head toward the girl in the corner picking her ear and using her wax for chapstick? Wha-

And just like that, my frown was back and my good mood came raining down. Gollum's eyes sparkled with mischief; I cursed myself for paying more attention to his eyes than I should've. His dark brow raised probably waiting for a comeback but at this point I was too emotionally drained and it's only the second day.

"No witty comeback?" Glenda leaned closer, obviously trying to provoke me. Little did he know just the sight of him brings back my instinct to throw hands. I brought my hands up onto my desk, folding them together, leaning a little closer to Gerald.

"Alright, Gary, here's how things are gonna work. Monday's, Wednesday's, and Thursday's are my free days-"

"It's Grayson-"

"I'm not giving up my number or my address. If we're gonna meet, it's gonna be at the schools library or your house. Your choice, Gabriel."

"It's Grayson-"

"I'm not going to do your work for you and I expect your work to be done on time. If it's not, I'll fight tooth and nail with Mr. Dell to switch me partners so you really will be paired with Icky Vicky. Got it, Geoff? Good."

"It's Gray-"

"Lastly, the less I have to interact with you, the better. When we meet, we'll go over the guidelines for this project then get to work. No talking. Does this float your boat? Good. I'll see you after school tomorrow, Gideon."

"It's-"

"Mr. Dell, I have to use the restroom." I asked, grabbing my backpack. I raised from my seat as Mr.Dell gave me a nod letting me know I was good to go. Throughout that entire conversation with Grayson, I can't help but feel a little satisfied. With every time I got his name wrong, his scowl got deeper and deeper and I enjoyed every second of it. The guy could bring out my inner hood rat in a heart beat, he better watch out.

As I walked to the restroom, my phone vibrated in my pocket. A specific heart beat vibration signaled that it was important. In a rush to pick it up, I didn't even notice the hand that grabbed my arm.

"Hello-"

"Excuse me miss, but you belong in class." A gruff voice interrupted.

"Dr. Ross, can I call you back?" Once I got confirmation, I hung up. "Sorry sir, I got permission to use the restroom from my history teacher, Mr.Dell?" The red, stout man raised his blonde brow in doubt.