Moonsilver

Chapter 2

《L A I K E》

As I stepped into the what I call, my very own personal hell, I spot all the usual cliques, the popular girls, the jocks, the wannabe jocks, the nerds, the girly girls, that slightly odd group of people everybody refers to as 'emo' and then, my wonderful group of insane friends, huddled together near my locker. As I strode towards them, a really irritating jock with dark hair and cat-like green eyes just had to touch me, he just had to. I immediately stopped and slowly turned towards him. "What did you just do?" He had that typical, 'I'm the best and everybody wants to be me' smirk on his face.

"Nothin' sweetheart" It took everything in me not to slap him right there and then. How irritating the jocks can be. "Get off of me you fudger" I always refrain from swearing, so when I actually swear, people know I'm effing livid. "Feisty, I like my chicks like that" Okay, I might just kill him, so god forgive me. I raised my decidedly smaller-than-average hand and slapped it right across his smug face, my hand leaving a bright red mark, like a stain on a perfectly white sheet. Screw that, his face was as far from perfect as you could have possibly gotten.

My eyes widened as I realised what I had just done, I had slapped one of the most respected and most arrogant jocks. Oh sh*t. I immediately turned and dashed towards my friends. The whole corridor had turned silent, if a paperclip was dropped, it was sure to echo like mad. The boys behind him had obviously been glaring holes into the back of my head. Great. That slap would definitely cost me what's left of my life here at this Highschool. I heard whispers about what I'd done, as if it couldn't have been a bigger mistake, I just happen to run into the one, the only, Apollo Knight, how on earth have I dealt with him since sixth grade?

What I had to admit though, was that he had some killer eyelashes, like seriously! They honestly look like he had fake eyelashes on. I was actually jealous of them sometimes when I attempted makeup. Key word, attempted.

"Watch where you're going Shorty" I scoffed at his insult towards my height, "You'll find, Mr Massive, that you walked into me, two, I'm not short, and even if I was, it's a big advantage being small, I've always won hide and seek, and I'd like to see you fit into all the cupboards, moreover, I'd like to see you fit into the laundry basket!" My cheeks turned crimson after I realised how much I just blabbed out. You know when you think of the colour of tomatoes, you know, that bright, bright red that you just can't get anywhere else, well guess what, that colour seems to like to constantly reside on my damn cheeks.

Apollo seemed stunned for a moment, definitely taken aback by my sudden outburst. I would be too if I just saw one of the quietest girls in the school, come and yell at you for an insult, that, let's face it, wasn't even that good. "Number 1, who do you think you are Tiny, I'm confident you know who I am, and two, giraffes are cuter than dogs" He yelled as I stormed away, my colourful bag about to fall off my shoulder, which made me trying to pull it back up, look immensely awkward.

I finally thought of a come back for what he said, "And which ones more likely to go extinct?" His reply was almost instant, as if he'd rehearsed this whole damn thing. "All the means to cherish it"

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I completely and utterly despise Apollo Knight.