Fierce

Chapter 3- Vodka With Pizza?

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"STUPID VENDING MACHINE!" I shouted angrily as I punched the vending machine that wouldn't budge. Damn it, I just wanted a Kitkat to snack on!

"Damn, someone's got anger issues to manage." I heard a guy with a rather deep voice whistle from behind me . I turned around only to be met with a pair of hazel eyes. Kyle -you know, the one that I fought against during my first exam- stood mere inches away from me. He was too close to me, and the scent of his perfume made it's way into my nostrils. It sure smelled like heaven.
"Personal space!" I spat annoyingly, even tho his scent was becoming more and more addicting.

He backed away suddenly. "Anything else, your highness?" he mocked.
"Maybe next time, try not to glue yourself to me while I'm using the stupid machine ?" I criticized, sarcastically smiling.

"Are you going through a hard time or are you always this rude?" he contemplated.
"If you're talking about my menstrual cycle, then thank you for worrying, but that's not the case." I gruffily replied, wanting to intimidate him. The stupid machine I'd been fighting finally worked, the kitkat coming down gracefully. I snatched it from the vending machine, rolling my eyes and making my way out to join Abi in the cafeteria.

"Yeah, yeah! Keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find a brain back there, Bridget!" I heard the jackass shouting.
"Don't kill him. Don't kill him. He's just a piece of dog excretion." I whispered under my breath. I didn't turn back to look at him. "I refuse to drop to his level of lameness, I'm bigger than that."I reminded myself.

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"This Kitkat took one hell of a time." Abi remarked, as I placed my black handbag on the bench and sat, unpackaging the chocolate bar that I had just bought.
"The stupid vending machine wasn't working, and that Kyle guy wouldn't leave me be. I was about to kill him, but I had to remind myself how useless he is and that I shouldn't be infuriated by him." I replied indignately.

"Girl, you're oblivious. He likes you." Abi casually said while devouring a slice of pepperoni pizza and sipping vodka from a reusable, blue-colored water bottle. She adorned her drink with a slice of lemon, to make the drink more credible, as lemon water. I remember her doing that since she was fifteen, because her parents wouldn't let her have alcohol, since she was young and had minimal kidney disorders due to an accident.
I rapidly snatched that bottle from her hand and looked around to check that no one was looking or listening. "Are you fucking crazy? First of all, Kyle doesn't like me what the holy fuck? Also, you know damn well that you can't drink alcohol! And vodka with pizza? Seriously? Do you even have taste buds?!"

"Hey! Primo, a little vodka won't let my kidney burst! And don't you dare criticize my taste buds, not even for a second! Here take a sip, it's amazing," she insisted. I gave her a weird look. She tried to elicit the bottle back, but I didn't let her. "Just go get some CapriSun or something that won't kill your kidneys for fuck's sake!".
"Fine, fine!" she grumbled, pouting like a 10 year old and taking the last bite from her pizza. "How much time do we have before our exam?" She asked, and I could barely discern her words because her mouth was still full of food she didn't swallow. "5 minutes. Actually, 4:45 to be exact."

Abi quickly wiped her hands clean and grabbed her stuff. "Give me my vodka." She pleaded. How desparate. "NO!"
"Fine, fine. Let's go to etiquette and knowledge or whatever the fuck this exam is about." she complained. "Culture and Decorum." I corrected. "Well, okay Mrs. Know-it-all".

We peacefully rambled around school, exploring its corners in real life (not like the map that we had memorized), finding our way to class 202, and there we found it. A 'Welcome to Culture and Decorum' sign was hanged on the front door. "Here it is!" I exclaimed. A few were already there when we arrived, Chuck Carter, Jason Calvin, Mollie Davenport and Lilac-Rose Hardwood (Yes, weird name) are those that I recognized.
We sat in our assigned seats, ready to take our test.

Ten minutes into the session, and our instructor hadn't arrived yet. We started getting impatient, the class's hubbub was growing louder and whispers turned into loud noises. It wasn't until the fifteenth minute when our teacher, Mr. Edwin Boris arrived. He was middle aged, had white hair and was wearing a pair of black pants. Pretty casual.
"Hello everyone, I'm Mr. Boris. This is your culture and decorum class. I'm going to teach you a bunch of things; from geopolitics to etiquette. A criminal should be cultured. You never know who or what you'll be acting as, culture and etiquette is the most important thing when it comes to saving your ass from different situations. Oh and, sorry for arriving late. You'll have your exams sent to your laptops in a fee seconds." He said in a hurry. We all took our laptops out and got them ready for our exams. In 20 seconds chrono, our exam was ready. I quickly fled over the sheet to check the questions, luckily, I liked general knowledge and spent my entire childhood locked in books.

First question was: Peter Benchley wrote a novel in 1974 that became the basis of which famous movie? pretty positive it is Jaws
Question two: What's breech birth? Really?
Question three: Who was the french philosophist that defended the feminist theory XXth century? And what is her most known book? Ah! Simone de Beauvoir! My favorite french author. Le Deuxième Sexe was her most known book. I'm pretty sure, since I've read it since I was 13.

And I started writing. My love for books never failed me.

I filled the 25 questions paper, and submitted it. I'm positive I aced this exam!

*

Abi and I's room was vast. It had two interconnected bedrooms and a living room. Black being the most dominant color, the walls had incised gold particles, and the bathroom -well the bathroom was exquisite. It had a huge bathtub, and a window that had a view upon the whole city. Being the Italian mafia's leader maybe wasn't a burden after all.

It was already 7 pm and I was EXHAUSTED. My feet were sore from all that strolling around with boots and my headache was getting worse by the second. That's when I decided to unpack my stuff. We're here for a long time apparently, I said in my head.

I loved unpacking; my organizing skills were brilliant, everything was grouped by categories: underwear apart, shirts, coats, everything. When I was done, there was one thing I didn't unpack yet; my punching bag. I installed my punching bag in the corner behind my bed. I mean, I absolutely love my punching bag. One thing you should probably know about me is that I got anger issues. I literally get angry over anything, and my punching bag helped me more than you could even imagine.

Once everything had been unpacked, I decided to take a warm, long bath, looking at the amazing view my room had offered.

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