No Strings Attached

Chap. 3: Psychopath Has What?

I walk into third period health a half an hour late and look at Mrs. Gratter as she stops writing on the chalk board. Taking a deep breath, she gives me a disappointed look and I smile back at her.

    "Care to explain why you're walking in half an hour later? Half the period's over Mr. Venturi," she says in a low voice.

    "Yeah, I was out back getting high, didn't think you'd appriciate if I came in smelling like mirjauna so I went home and showered," I say with a laugh, causing half my classmates to laugh with me. She rolls her eyes and looks behind me as the door opens and shuts. The room grows silent and I turn to look at the girl who just walked in. She looks around the room then at me, her eyes fixed in a bored expression.

    "Excuse me, but I do believe you're blocking my view of Mrs. Gratter, so politely get the fuck of my way," she says. I stare at her shocked for a moment before a slow smirk spreads across my lips like butter.

    "Sorry baby, didn't realize you were looking for," I say. She rolls her eyes and ushers with her hand to move. I can hear a couple of shocked gasps and look over at my so called 'peers' as they watch us, some with envious glares and other with annoyed looks. Handing my slip to Mrs. Gratter, I walk to my seat in the back of the class and Luca, my best friend, leans over to talk to me, his red hair falling into his eyes.

    "Dude, that's that new chick. Flashed her ass this morning to Madison, showing a tattoo that said 'Kiss my ass'. Funniest shit ever," he says. I laugh along side with him and he shakes his head. "Madison was so fucking pissed her face looked like a tomato took a shit on it," he says. I laugh harder as a picture of Madison pissed with tomatoes on her face crosses my mind.

    "Mr. Venturi and Mr. Botticelli, what is so funny?" Mrs. Gratter demands, her voice sharp. After a few more minutes of laughing, we finally manage to catch our breaths. Looking up at her, I grin.

    "You're in bed!" I respond. And that's all it takes for Luca and I to lose it once more. I literally fall from my seat laughing so hard, Luca's head banging against the desk. Our faces are both red and I actually have tears rolling down my cheeks. Luca and I stop laughing as a sharp heel stabs my side. "Fuck!" I shout, sitting up and grabbing my injured side. Glaring at the female now sitting in my spot, she smirks down at me. "What the hell what that for you psychotic bitch?" I snap, my eyes narrowed at her. she lifts an eyebrow and leans down, her face only inches from mine.

    "Sorry, what was that?" she asks, a her cool mint breath hitting my face. I stare at her for a moment later and she pulls back smiling. "That's what I thought." I glare at her and she looks at Luca as he stares at her, his hand also holding his side. I quickly get up from my seat and grab my bag, storming out the room. I don't know who that bitch thinks she is, but I have no rule against hitting females and I won't feel bad for putting her in her place.

"I'll see you tomorrow Luca," I call out to my friend as he walks off to his car. Quickly getting into my own black 2012 Camaro with two silver parallel streaks running through the center. Starting it up, I roll down my window and turn on my Ipod, n by Skillet automatically playing. I drive out of Michelle, Luca's girlfriend's, parking lot and head down the street. As I pull up to a red light, I let my eyes wonder around, spotting the girl from earlier. I watch confused as a man walks up to her, handing her a carrier and a wad of cash. He leans in for a kiss and she quickly turns her head, obviously not wanting it. He glares at her as she says something to her, then flips her off and walks away. She rolls her eyes and walks to her car. Turning my head as the light flashes green, I drive off, my mind still on the sight I saw.