Morphed

Chapter 9

"So who's house should we do it at?" Gavin asked before the project.

"I'm sure Diana wouldn't mind if we did it at mine." I said.

"Okay so should we work on it today?"

"I'd say so."

"Good thing, because I'm coming over anyway. Andrew needed to show me something but I have no idea what yet."

"Then why did you even ask?"

"I dunno. It's just you're pretty controlling, I wanted to make sure you wouldn't flip out."

"I'm not even controlling!" I raised my voice.

"There you go again." Gavin rolled his eyes. "The more you bitch the less I listen." I had a very strong desire to hit him.

"You're such a liar. I'm not even bitching I'm just asking." I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my cool.

"Fine, lil bitch. Believe what you want. Oh yeah, and we need to discuss what we're going to do with our chips." He tapped the inside of his arm.

I chose to ignore his first statement. "Yeah. Well I'll see you later because I wanna get to study hall." I stood up from the lunch table and grabbed my bag.

"Wait, Brynne?"

"Yeah?"

"N-never mind." He looked down at his feet while talking.

"Okayyy? Well I'll see ya, lil bitch." I felt weird walking away, like he should've told me something he didn't. Like he-

My head hit first. I had been too distracted to look where I was going and had bumped into the one and only Samantha Berren.

"Excuse me!" She said loudly, drawing attention to herself.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"Really? All you say is sorry? At least give me a lame excuse." She took one step towards me, I guess trying to threaten me? It didn't scare me the least bit.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I bumped into the Samantha. You should call your daddy or the police!"

"Oh, you think you're clever, don't you? Well you're not." Cue hair flip.

"Just stop talking now, please. You're making yourself sound like a much greater bitch than you are." A crowd had already gathered and I heard a few "ooos" and "ahhs".

"If you dare tell me to stop talking again-"

"You're going to what?" I cut her off. "Sue me? Convince everyone I'm crazy?"

"I'm still prettier than you." The bitchiest grin I had ever seen was on her face and I had the urge to smack it off.

"Not from what I've heard, especially from Gavin." I smiled. It was a known face she had always been obsessed with him.

"Fight!" A random person yelled.

"See this is why you're ugly." With those words, I felt my eyes changing colors, into black. The heat from anger rushed to my face.

"Being ugly is a physical characteristic, while me being smart and coming up with a way to answer you is mental, and also means I'm educated. So technically, you're wrong."

"I'm not going to stoop to a foster kid's level." Ouch. That hit home. So what was I going to do about it? The first thing I thought of.

My fist contacted with her jaw faster than I could think about it. There were cheers from the crowd all around.

"You bitch!" She yelled, grabbing her face. I lifted my hand again, but felt a strong hand on my arm, pushing it down.

"Come on, Brynne." Gavin said, pulling me back. "Calm down. You need to get out of here." He took me into a silent and empty hallway. "What happened to your eyes?" He said looking at me.

"What do you mean?" I had calmed down somewhat.

"They just changed back to blue. That's another thing we can talk about later. But the principal is going to come looking for you soon. Just letting you know." I had just noticed he still had his hand on my arm, and that seemed to take away from the pain in my knuckle. His hand was so warm and big and perfect just like him. "Okay?" He asked.

"Will do sir." I rubbed my knuckle.

"Remember you can just compel the principal too."

"Oh yeah, I can." I said more to myself than him.

"Okay, well I'm going to go before you get caught. See ya after school." He winked and walked away. His hand left my arm and so did the warmth. I thought I was about to start hyperventilating, wow.

"Ms. Arnette? You need to come to my office right now." Mr. Ramsey, the principal, said, walking up.

I turned around and locked eyes with him. "I did not punch Samantha. She punched herself and framed me. Whenever anyone tells you I punched her, you don't think about it you just say 'okay' and leave. Got it?"

"Got it." He repeated.

"Good. Bye Mr. Ramsey!" I skipped off to chemistry, pretty proud of myself. He made it way too easy. Now I only had an hour left of the day until it was time to work on the project. Let's pretend it was the project was what made me excited.