Little Rebel

Chapter 2

“You....your.” Nicholas shuddered as he looked me over.

“Yeah dumbass....don’t you remember how we were the closest of friends and then you left without saying goodbye? You ignored me for the last six years!” I replied my voice dripping with sarcasm.

I tried to keep quiet so we wouldn’t get yelled at by Professor Fitzpatrick. I didn’t need to be kicked out on the first day anyway. I was furious with him, seething almost. How dare he walk in here and act like nothing has happened. How can he act like he doesn't remember any of his childhood. How he just left me here alone?

“I am sorry Quinny, but I can not tell you” He said with little to no emotion.

Of course it is, why would you want to explain why you left with no word? No one calls me Quinny anymore I won't let them. It is part of my past I try to forget. Well he knows where he can shove it!

“Don’t call me that.” I snorted as I rolled my eyes.

He looked at me with those eyes I knew I couldn’t resist. It was a blue that I’ve only ever seen on him. I looked away trying to conceal the blush that crept up my neck to my cheeks. Where the hell did that come from? I don’t like him! I never did!

“Then do not call me Cole.” He said bluntly before turning to pay attention to what was going on in the front. Professor Fitz didn’t seem to notice the banter we were having. He was focused on writing on the chalkboard. That was short lived when he turned to us.

“Miss Bryson would you like to explain to the class what you and Mr. Brown were discussing?”

I glared at Nicholas with the most terrible look I could give him. Getting in trouble I repeat is the last thing I wanted to do today. I usually get in trouble it is something I am good at, but Nicholas was not worth it. I covered my glare with a sweet smile as I looked up to Professor Fitz, giving him the best lie I could come up with. Lying to me is like breathing. It’s almost like my talent.

“He just needed to borrow a pen.” I answer with a smirk handing Nicholas a pink pen I was holding.

“Alright, to which Shakespeare book shall the entire class rewrite an end to? Professor Fitz asked the class. I knew he didn't believe me and was directing the question right at me.

“Romeo and Juliet because in the real world, Romeo would not have killed himself for Juliet.” I answer I heard the shuffling of people turn and everyone looked at me.

I could hear a faint laughing sound coming from Nicholas’ direction. I slowly was loosing it. I turned sharply speaking loudly so the rest of the class could hear a smirk plastered on my face.

“Do you have a problem with that Nicholas?” I said as harshly as I could, with as much hatred as I could possess. I saw pain flicker in his eyes but they when away as quickly as I saw them, convincing me that I made it up.

“You just have no idea what love is, and you obviously do not understand that men can have the same feelings as women,” he answered turning towards me.

The bell ran before I could say anything else. Nicholas grabbed his things and thew my pen at me before walking out. Stupid prick! I grabbed my things and walked to my science class. I looked straight at the board where the seating chart was, finding my name as quickly as I could.

It was strange having a seating arrangement at this age. But, hey when you go to a small ass school with less than 300 hundred students, I guess that’s what you get. I groaned as loud as I could muster and then sat down. I am already done with this day. I looked up to see we are next to each other again. If I have to see him one more time today, I think his death will be on my conscious.