The Revenge Project

Chapter 3: "You're such an asshat."

Roses are dull

Violets are crying

On the outside I'm happy

But inside I'm dying

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My parents, Amy and John, were lovers who lived in prosperity. They had all that they wanted, and their relationship never faltered.

A perfect life, a perfect state of love.

But they never realized that I was their fault. The one who was going to tear up this family apart.

t(*-*t)

1,371 days before

It's 3rd period. The teacher has decided to change our seats for the new quarter, and I'm stuck in hell.

Why is Calum next to me?

"It's only temporary Quinn. Besides, where else are you going to sit? No one wants to sit by you anyways." Calum whispered while flicking my head. I winced, but didn't turn to face him.

He snickered. "Oh man, how much fun am I going to have."

I mentally slammed my head against a wall. Fuck you Calum, fuck you Calum, fuck you Calum, fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOU.

My asshole of a teacher is all about symmetry and how everything has to be equal. So, he picks everybody in twos, male and female, randomly out of a hat. I was pretty sure someone has been doing something to my slip on purpose because every time because I'm always the one in the back, partnerless.

Well, not this time I guess.

Actually, I wouldn't mind if I was by myself this time. Anything would be better than Mr. Asian.

Oh wait. He's a fruit. Nevermind.

As soon as the lesson begins, I plug in some earphones in my ears and quietly begin to listen to Panic! At the Disco. Calum eyes the album nonchalantly and shrugs. Ha, probably thought I listened to some girly pop singer that only sings about heartbreaks and shit.

"Today you're going to be working with your new assigned partner on a science project for the next few weeks. The project details will be on this rubric I'm passing out, and it will be due at the end of the quarter, or before Christmas break," Mr. Foutzinks, my science teacher, announces. "I will be grading on creativity, quality, how well you stayed on the topic, and teamwork. Any questions?"

Calum raises his hand and Mr. Foutzinks calls on him.

"Do I have to work with her, Gerald? Really?" He whines pointing at me. My eyes burn, but I noticed how Mr. Foutzinks seemed to stiffen up when Cal used his first name. Poor guy. Being the new teacher does have its perks I guess.

"Mr. Hood, you're rudeness is affecting both Ms. Sychelles, and I do not want to hear anything from your mouth again, are we clear?"

Calum's jaw dropped down, as well as mine.

Was, was someone standing up for me for once?

The class became silent, like unnaturally silent. I couldn't blame them. No teacher had ever stood up to Cal, or his friends either. They either ignored them or thought it was a joke. Heh, would you look at the irony of this situation. I was the one smirking and Calum was the one red with embarrassment. Speaking of Calum...

"Mr. Hood, are we clear?"

Cal's shoulder's stiffened, and a splash of red covered his face. His oh-so pouty lips quiver in rage, but he calmly replies, 

"No problem, Gerald."