Her Name

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER II-HIM

The ride pass my school wasn't exactly that long.

Well, it sort of felt like it did due to me anticipating the possible and horrific outcomes of the consequences of my not-on-purpose offence.

Dellovere High is considered the refuge of the beings that sadistically creates moral judgements about one's behaviour.

Of course, I know for a fact and terrifying experience that every high school has this kind of drama, the very reason why students are desperate to reach college just to depart this hell-hole.

People who dwell in this school were either busy bullying or cyber-torturing someone or busy trying to be invisible.

Let's not forget the very few lucky ones whose not involve in the popular cycle.

Halleluiah! I'm one of those people.

If Dellovere High is home for judgemental and obnoxious students, it is also popular for having the coolest and mostly nicest faculty and staff, with the exception of the infamous Mrs Hawk.

I swear that hag wears twisted panties everyday not that she makes sure every student suffered her wrath, she also clarifies and justified that a ton of homework is required and to be pass every week.

Her words of terror and only etiquette run in these lines 'Follow my rules or you face my wrath.'

I swear everyone is terrified of her, not to mention Mr Gibbons, the ever-so-nice principal of ours. But currently the rumour mill has been going on around our town recently, it said that Mr Gibbons is retiring and a new principal will be coming this year.
I sure do hope that it was nothing like Mrs Hawk.

Saving someone brought a foreign sensation through my bloodstream. It kind of makes me feel proud of myself, not to mention the weird feeling in my guts about that man earlier.

The sound of ringing bells woke me out of my reverie, slamming my locker shut I witness the swarm of students who exited each classroom door.

I really should have turn back and go home after the incident. I have committed a mortal sin-well, just in school for helping a dying person.

Cutting classes is considered an offence for most schools and it sure will make one in trouble, both with parents and guardians not to mention earns you a detention.

In my case, I have a really good excuse and intention about cutting classes. It won't surprise me if I got out of this school without earning detention.
However, what taken me of guard was the strange sense Déjà vu.

I look up startled as one by one, the student body of Dellovere High claps in sync. Hoots and hollers were thrown around the room as if a celebrity decides to visit this establishment, which in this case that person is yours truly.

Well, I better be savouring this moments while it lasts.

I mocked bowed in courtesy in front of my audiences, "Is it weird that I feel like a freaking celeb, right now?"

"Nope—you know what's weird though?" Chris, one of my closest friends asked, walking with me towards the cafeteria.

Funny thing is that I arrive exactly at lunch time, my ultimate dream of receiving the 'student of the year' award were crushed the moment every time I've arrived late in the school. And the fact that I cut classes crushed the little hope about that dream.

I really should have expected that, knowing that it's impossible to occure. But dreaming is for everybody, right?

I raised an eyebrow in question, "You in that shirt. I thought you hated that boy band. Why change your mind?"

I look down at my shirt; this was a gift I receive from Tony last Christmas. Apparently, he decided to get me this as a payback from the last present I've gave him knowing very well that I now hated this band, he should have known better than to use that bath collection.

I grimace, "Lesson learned. I really should have paid much attention for the things I slip on my body. For all I know, I might be wearing my rainbow panties today."

Chris chucked at my pained expression before he came to realize what I said,

"Hang on. You have rainbow panties?"

My eyes widened, Oh God...

"No."

I winced as I realized that I answered too quickly.

Before he can open his mouth to tease me, a heavy arm makes its way into my shoulder followed by the voice, Tony.

"Well, well, well If it isn't the high and mighty, Serena Benson. How wonderful of you to grace us with your lovely presence?"

I elbowed his ribs, shoving his heavy arm aside. I smirk as I heard a painful noise, I'm that cruel.

"Shut up, Tony."

He supress a chuckle, "Whoah! There sister, Can you at least turn down the level of your grumpiness in the morining? I swear the thing that you girls have every morning bugs me out."

He mumbled the last part, but it was still loud enough to reach my ears.

I glared at him, "Care to enlightened me to this thing that girls have?"

Due to my statement, Toni's eyes widened and he visibly took a gulp, stuttering out a response.

"Ummm..Uhh a vag-gina?"

Smack.

I prepared myself for a few words of lecturing but Chris who has gone quiet, standing beside me decided to butt in our conversation.

His eyes widened in panick, shock and bewilderment. I glanced at him worriedly, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Holy shit, Ren. You need to see this!"
All of our attention was turned towards Chris as he glanced back down to his phone.

"Holy Shit, look."

I craned my neck to the side and the sight before me make me want to destroy the person who take this.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets, overwhelmed and completely drown by fury.

All I can see is red, and I can't wait to lash out all the pent up anger and humililation I felt right now to the very person whose behind this. And, I clearly do have an idea and suspicious that it is definitely him..

"He's definitely going to regret this."