© Amber Kalkes 2015
Song: "Popular" By Nada Surf
Chapter Fourteen: Long Fear The Queen Bee
My pen top taps against my notebook restlessly as my eyes stay glued to the clock above the door. I haven’t paid attention at all in my economics class but I don’t think many people do anyway. My lip is most likely bleeding I’ve been chewing on it so much from nerves and the fight I’m having to just stay in my seat.
Next class I have is with Sutton and if I want to avoid that powder keg ready to blow I need to duck out really soon. As soon as the bell rings I shoot out of my chair making everyone still seated stare at me. I stand there, by my desk, pulling my best statue impression in silence. Why isn’t anyone moving?
“Miss…” Mrs. Watterson trails to look down at her seating chart. “Hale. What are you doing?”
“T-The bell.” I stutter out pointing at the clock.
“I’ve asked the class to stay after since Mr. Teller seem to find it fitting to text during my class.”
I glance over at Mason, the golden boy and Carrie Dewitt arm candy extraordinaire to see him looking a bit sheepishly. He’s cute in a nice, sweet and predictable way but he’s not my type. I didn’t even know I had a type but apparently gage wearing tattoo shop owners are it.
I frown at the teacher. “You can’t do that.”
“I am the teacher here, Miss Hale. I can do as I see fit.”
“No you can’t.” I blurt before following it up with a hurried follow up. “It’s illegal for you to keep us after the bell as punishment. It violates the Geneva Convention’s law about collective punishment. We weren’t texting so you have no reason to hold us behind just because of Mason.”
Her and the class all stare at me wide eyed. I fidget under their gazes before it feels it’s going to broil my skin if I stand here anymore. So instead I just grab my bag, pull my hood over my head and speed walk out. Pushing open the door I enter the stream of students without hassle. Moving through the crowds I keep my hood up as I move past the people hoping Sutton doesn’t spot me.
Ducking behind a tall guy in front of me I move past the classroom I’m supposed to be going into. Speeding up my walk a bit more I head for the back stairs so I can go down to the lower level of the school. It’s a little used exit that usually the teacher’s use for smoke breaks. Moving in that direction I’m so into making it out that I don’t even notice someone approaching me until they grab my arm.
Expecting it to be Tommy, Carla or even Sutton I tense up and peek over the side of my hood. My brain stutters to a dead stop though when I see it’s none of the usual suspects but Carrie Dewitt. Her blue eyes are cold, as she looks me over before the expression is wiped clean with a wide smile.
“Hello Emerson, do you have a minute to talk?”
My tongue decides to not cooperate right away and Carrie is already dragging me back up the stairs by the time it does. “A-A-Actually I was just leaving.”
“Listen, Emerson I wanted to talk to you for a few reasons. First being that I really think you’re a really nice girl.”
“Um…thank you?”
She smiles serenely at me. “No problem. But that being said I think that you hanging out with Sutton Monroe is just way below you. She’s just using you, you know. I know her type and as much as I’m taught to turn the other cheek and pray for those who have lost our way, there’s a line we have to draw. Don’t you think?”
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