11 Reasons why I Hate You

Aftermath in Literature

Reader Discretion: This chapter may include sensitive themes of racism all because of a book. Don't be offended and don't say I didn't warn you with bolding and underlining this entire warning.

I forgot to mention, all chapters are in Lisa's POV unless I want more character development.

I've always dreamt of fantasies of me and Jonah. Fantasies of stabbing him with a machete. 

And look what said fantasies have gotten my sorry ass into. I think I slapped him harder than I wanted to.

Looking at the huge red welt forming on his cheek, well, it looks like I really did. The whole cafeteria was pin-drop silent. Obviously, they could not believe what I just did. Congratulations me. I'm officially the first person ever to slap Jonah Anderson Beckett. On camera too judging by the number of phones that were out recording this shit. I am so dead. But he deserved it since he made my life hell for 4 years.

"Uhh, this is getting awkward." Mason broke the silence.

"Can't you tell, dickhead?" Leah interjected, acting as if she had totally expected me to punch Jonah. But I can tell, she's as shocked as anyone else. Jonah, on the other hand, just stared at me while rubbing the dark-red spot on his cheek, a blank expression on his face. He was lucky it didn't look like a handprint. I couldn't tell whether he was angry at me for slapping him or shocked that I had the guts to. 

Hey, someone had to slap the sense into him!

There was tension in the air, so thick that I couldn't even cut it with a knife. Maybe a chainsaw would work. Just needed to know where I can find one. 

He opened his mouth to speak but thankfully...

KRIIIIIINGGGGG!!!!

Everyone made their way out of the cafeteria, grateful for the excuse to get their butts off their chairs.

Phew. Saved by the bell.

~During Literature~

This was the last class of the day which meant only one hour until this hellhole ended. By then fate had it in me to face Jonah once again. Alone.

By then, the whole school knew of my dispute with Jonah in the cafeteria today, which wasn't a surprise since almost everyone had fished out their phones to record the entire incident. As I walked into the class, many students were whispering to each other, heads behind their hands. No doubt they were talking about me, 'the first person who had the balls to slap the heir of a multi-billionaire company', quoting Leah before we split up for class.

The whispers didn't bother me as much. Ms Vanderbilt is going to talk about the most iconic literature of the century, 'To Kill A Mockingbird'. My favourite book.

In my opinion, it is one of the BEST books I have ever read. The story of Atticus Finch seeking justice for Tom Robinson, a black who was accused of raping a white woman. It literally taught me that discrimination against blacks is still ongoing and that it needs to be stopped. I was immediately pulled out of my daydreaming when Ms Vanderbilt's voice rang out to the class to sit down. 

"Class, what are your opinions on To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee?" I and the nerdy students raised up our hands, eager to share our insights, only to be interrupted by a familiar onslaught of discrimination. 

"It's so lame. I literally forced myself to actually read the entire thing. Who knew that blacks were so helpless, needing the help of Atticus to actually solve the case." 

The fact that he knew who Atticus Finch was meant that he read the book. But, well, Atticus was one of the protagonists so it was only natural that everyone knew him, even if they didn't read the book.

"Mr Beckett, this book is an excellent piece of literature that has demonstrated the injustice of the blacks in modern society today. Tell me at least one thing you have learnt after reading."

"Blacks are helpless?" His friends guffawed along with him. Even a few students started snickering. Easy for them to say. Everyone in this goddamn class is white. But I'm the only one who seems to want to retort back. I am fucking sick and tired of this. "Wow."

"What did you say, Addison?"

"You think you are so much better than everyone in this room. Tell you this, you are way worse than the whites in that book." I snapped and turned round to face him. "All they do is point fingers and sit there, waiting for something to be done. It's comparable to you when you just sit there and then let everyone do the dirty work for you!" 

"Blacks don't bother fighting. Just like you for all those years that you have just sat there wallowing in your self-pity."

Ms Vanderbilt slammed her hand on her desk.

"Lisa! Jonah!" As much as I would love a debate on this, literature is fortunately not an ongoing insult lesson!" She took a deep breath. "See what literature can do to us? It is an interesting subject indeed. 1000 word essay on the injustice of blacks due Monday."

The class groaned.

"Class dismissed." She exclaimed while passing me and Jonah our detention slips.