School for a Delinquent Girl

School for a Delinquent Girl - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

“What’s the taste?” Erika asked me as we sat back to the coffee shop after Crystal left.

“Huh?”

She smirked at me, “The tea you drank” and leaned her back in the big chair, “in one shot, isn’t it hot?”

As if on cue my stomach hurts and my body shivers at the thought of drinking that brown-black creepy liquid. I totally forgot that! I gestured like I’m about to throw-up.

“Stop the drama, okay. You can’t fool me. Anyway, I never imagine I’ll see you drink a tea.” She’s laughing silently at me.

If she thought I’m just acting, she thought wrong. I quickly stood up and run to the nearest lovely plant I saw; and emptied my stomach from the slimy fluid there. I don’t care if all the people are looking at me. By the way, it is placed in the middle; pretty much I can call it center of distraction.

“Ma’am” I looked up at the waitress and she’s smiling at me, not reaching her eyes, while giving me a tissue.

“Gross!”

I wiped my mouth and glared at the person who said that, “don’t you want to help me here?” when I totally cleaned my face I looked around, “yes people? Enjoying the show?” then I went back to my seat and grabbed my things, “I don’t think I’m still welcome here.”

“I agree” said by my best friend that called me gross earlier.

So many things happened since I entered that school. I mean, aside from my daily routine of ruining other people’s lives, it turned out that I’ll pretend to be a good girl. It’s kind of fun since I met Blake, Silver and my classmates.

“Don’t you think she drugged you?” Erika said while getting the ice cream in her fridge.

“That thought came in my mind too.” I was just joking. An innocent angel-like Crystal is far from doing that thing.

“I’m just confused,” I looked at her, “why do you like beer but dislike tea, well in fact they’re both bitter.”

I stood up and got my phone, I frowned. It’s from a new number.

I have a surprise for you tomorrow.

xxCrystalxx

And I got a bad feeling about this. “Why do you like pink but dislike orange? They’re both colors.” I threw my phone in the couch and looked at her.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, “Stop with the analogy please!”

I laughed at her, “then stop asking.”

I woke up next morning still thinking of the “surprise” Crystal said. I looked at the clock and it read 5:30am. Now I’m changing my life style! I took a quick shower and went downstairs to eat. Nobody’s awake? And I’m not on the mood to eat corn flakes or cold food.

“Hey!” I knocked on one of the rooms of our maids. I can’t hear any reply so I kicked it hard, still no response? I repeated it with kicking and knocking and shouting. There’s grunting but the door is still closed. I’m getting pissed now. I went to my room and got the keys from my drawer. I ran back and opened their door. To my surprise, they’re still sleeping, some are snoring.

What am I gonna do with them? I can’t hurt them physically or fire them out. Maybe I’ll just do something that will make them get out of this house.

My subconscious glares at me, I’m a good girl now and besides, they’re kind at me. I think of throwing their things outside the window, but no, I don’t want to see my parents get back here. So I decided to get a marker and just draw lines and circles at their faces.