Trouble in Hell

Chapter 15: The beginning

"Bianca?"

"Here."

"Reece with a 'C'?"

"Here."

"Reese with an 'S'?"

"Here."

"Bethany?"

"Here."

"Tessa."

"Here." I answered as the teacher checked if everyone was here.

"Alright, do what you want for the next five minutes until the bell rings, then we'll start class.

Immediately I whip out my pencil and decided on doodling actually people. Halfway through my old man, someone decides to sit in front of me and twist towards me and remove my glasses from my face. I ignored them and continue my doodle. Then the person removes my pencil from my hand and tilt my head up towards them with their index finger and I'm met by a pair of squinting brown eyes, behind my glasses. It was the football player who stopped me at my car, Willy. I frown, staring back at him, waiting for him to say something.

"Who are you?" He asked in a deep raspy voice, tilting his head and lifting an eyebrow. I simply shrug as a response.

"Okay, whatever. Yesterday there was a hot chick filling in for you at detention, who was she?"

I shrugged my shoulders again and he frowned.

"Look, I'm being nice, so it's your lucky day. I'm asking you because she filled in for you, drove your crappy car and you happen to look a lot like her without the glasses and other extra decorations. I'm asking NICELY who is she?" He asked sterner than before. "PLEASE tell me."

I shrugged and pulled out and extra pencil, getting back to the old man in the corner of my page. Suddenly my book was ripped from under me and Willy stared at it confused.

"This is horrible. I say stick to science." He said and rips my page out, crumples it into a ball and chucks it into the trash can across the room. He turns back to me and leans forward towards me.

"Why are you so quiet? Meeting me might be her luck of the century." He said. "And these glasses are fake. You should ditch them, you look hotter without them, like her even."

I stare back at him with a neutral face, leaning back in my chair as I calculated an answer for him.

"She comes to me, I don't come to her. She just happened to be around yesterday."

"So she always knows where you are?" He asks and I shrugged.

"It's probably best if you leave her alone, it's useless to try get her attention."

"She hasn't met me." He flashed a very attractive smirk and winked at me.

"Have you spoken to her physically?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Yeah." He said as a smirk crossed his face. "Jealous?"

I shook my head as I leaned forward and rested my elbow on the table and head in my hand. "No. Just wondering how it went."

His smirk vanished.

"Was she nice?"

He leaned forward, inches away from my face but I didn't budge. "Are you mocking me?"

"I'm not even sure what happened, buddy? Based on your react... not well."

"You know, things don't go well for people who piss me off."

"Really?"

"Yea." He whispered.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Stop pissing me off."

"I haven't done anything yet. If it's such a pleasure to be around you, shouldn't she come back to see you or given you her number then. There are many girls in the school, go pick one of them." I said moving closer.

"You have a very big mouth for your size."

"You don't know how big though. Unlucky you." I whispered. I noticed his pupils dilate before he created distance between us, leaning on the table behind him.

Got him.

It took him to get over the shock he was poorly hiding as I stared back at him with a blank expression.

"Is she your sister or something?" He asked. "You're pretty protective."

"Not at all."

"Alright then." He said with a mischievous smile on his face leaning in front of me again. "I'm going to hang around you until she comes to you, lucky you." He said and the frown deepened on my face. He stood up now bending before me, his face still inches from mine. "By the way, no one likes a fat slut."

Slut?

He moved his face from mine and stood up straight, turning back towards his friends. "Also," I eyes left the now red empty space in front me and I turn towards him. "I'm keeping these. I'm doing you a favour and I like the way your eyes change colour when you get angry." He ran his hand in his hair. "Look at you, already attracting someone as hot as me." He chuckled. "But it's never gonna happen." He said walking away, taking my book, glasses and pencil with him.

My eyes followed him as he walked to the other end of the class and I watch him put my book on his friend's table and my glasses now hung in the middle of his chest from his shirt.

My eyes zeroed on him as I stood up, walking to other end of the class, ignoring the person calling my name. He looked up with slight fear as I grabbed a hand full of his shirt collar and yanked him off his chair so he was eye level with me. My death stare sunk into his slightly scared eyes.

"Call me a slut again, I'll pop your head off your shoulders." I said in a voice so low, only he could hear it.

He smirked. "I'd be scared why?"

"You don't. I'm just warning you now–"

The bell suddenly rang and it angered my tinnitus, ringing making me flinch in pain. I let go of him to cover my ears and he dusted himself off, sharing a laugh with his friends. I read his lips.

"No wonder Bella keeps such a useless nerd chick by her side, you're so entertaining. Like a dog with a bone." He said making his friends laugh with him.

I looked to my side at the teacher standing by her desk telling me to calm down and sit down. I turn back to the boy. Automatically my hands curled into fists and cut through the air–

Suddenly a presence behind me caught my and cover my lips with his hand and I felt a warm breath on my ear.

"Hey, Celeste is your twin, not your subconscious, cool off." A deep voice whispered but apparently not quietly enough.

"Celeste? Wait, you lied about being related." Dumbass said, narrowing his eyes at me.

"Fuck off, Austin."

I twisted Lucas' hand into mine, then pined his arm behind his back so his hand left my mouth. Then pushed him into Austin.

Austin caught him before they crashed into the wall.

Already fed up with the day, I grabbed my bag and left the class. I ignored the teachers calls and threats to call my 'parents' and headed to my car, turning up the music as loud as I could to drown out the ringing in my ears.