"...So I was like, 'Doll face, I got this' and she looked at me like I was some type of serial killer while I pulled out my bat and beat the shit out of him." Al laughed with the crowd as he slung his arm around his latest slut of a girlfriend. I rolled my eyes and took a big bite out of my maple cookie.
"You know, Ella, all those cookies are going to go straight to your hips." Feliks muttered. I glared daggers at my Polish friend.
"Thanks for calling me fat, Feliks."
"That's, like, totally not what I meant! I was trying to say, like, you wanna fit into that sexy red dress we bought you last week for homecoming, right?" I paused with the cookie in my mouth.
Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.
Homecoming was pretty much the biggest event ever in this school, if you don't count prom or any sports games
. Most people who went were sucked into the center of the gym, into what's commonly called 'Grind Mountain', where every couple ended up just so they could check 'sex in a public place' off their bucket list. It was honestly disgusting.
Why had I agreed to go in the first place, you asked? I was mind-fucked into going. Feliks had pretty much pulled a 180 during our argument and confused the hell outta me. The only real issue with this was, I had no date.
"Like I care. I'm just going with you and some friends, anyway. If I don't fit in my dress, I'll wear skinny jeans and a pair of Vans." I popped the rest of the cookie in my mouth and brushed the crumbs from my black tee.
"Like, no way Ella! I'm not letting you go in that! You're wearing a dress, girl." He pointed at me and squinted with determination. I snorted and opened my container of strawberries. The cafeteria suddenly erupted with laughter from across the room at Al's table. I gave them all the death stare, hoping one of them would at least be moderately creeped out.
Fifth period rolled around like a blessing from the gods. This time was usually spent sleeping while my math teacher lectured on about middle-school algebra, other wise known as the easiest shit ever. I was put in the back of the class with my Spanish friend, Toni, who often napped with me. He said it was the perfect time for his 'siesta'.
I was deeply asleep within the first ten minutes if class, when my hand was met with a sharp pain and my head flew up at the sound of my teachers voice.
"X equals three!" I blurted, nearly flying out of my seat and losing my beanie in the process. Once my vision had focused, I saw my teacher with his eyes narrowed. I could hear the snickers of classmates.
"That's correct, Miss Waters." He growled and stalked back to the whiteboard with his yardstick. I could see the shocked look on everyone's faces as I processed what had just happened.
"Why...?" I looked at Toni, thoroughly confused. He just chuckled and ruffled his chocolate hair.
"You were snoring so cutely, chica. I threw some paper at him so he could see you were sleeping." He confessed. I punched him in the arm hard, blushing slightly from being called cute.
"You're an ass, Toni." I huffed. He continued
to grin as I put everything away except for my sketchbook and a pencil. I sat there and drew with my head down the rest of the period, occasionally getting called on by Mr. Hymerson so he could make sure I wasn't sleeping again. It was weird, though. I felt like I was being stared at for the longest time...
"Are we done here? Can I go home?" I groaned, stretching my hands out on the desk in front of me. I was so ready to get out of detention. After the incident in fifth period, it was obvious I wasn't going to be let off easy. It was just extremely bad timing on my part because my math teacher just so happened to be policing d-hall that day.
"No. Here's an extra assignment. I want this turned in by the end of the week." A thick packet was placed between my forearms. Stunned, I immediately sat up and began flipping through it.
"This has to be at least ten pages." I gawked. He smirked evilly and waltzed calmly back up to his desk. "And it's Wednesday. You want this in two days?!"
"This is what you get for sleeping in my class, Miss Waters. Now, you may take your leave. Your hour with me is up," He grumbled. I whined and shoved the packet into my backpack.
"Pissy old grandpa..."
"I beg your pardon?!"
"Nothing~" I called in a sing-song voice and bolted from the room. I huffed quietly to myself as I raced down the stairs, Tossing the packet into the nearest trash can I pulled out my phone, determined not to let the old-timer get to me as I popped my earbuds in. It was funny how I more than likely had the best grades in his class and I still managed to get the most heat. The thought made me snicker as I left the building.
I rounded the first corner towards the parking lot, staring at my phone as I fished for my keys in my pocket, thinking about any type of excuse I could give my math teacher as to why I didn't have my packet on Friday. The sound of loud laughter mixed with car horns pulled my attention forward, and I groaned outwardly. There he was, in all his douchebag glory, Al and his idiotic group of friends surrounding his red pick-up truck. Which just so happened to be conveniently parked next to my car. My noises of disgust must have caught his attention, because as soon as I was close enough, he abandoned the girl that was on his arm and hopped off the hood of his truck.
"Aye doll face, what's good?" He grinned at me like we had some inside joke. I gave him an annoyed once-over. His unoriginal 'bad boy' leather jacket and black jeans almost made me laugh. The smirk on my face must have been enough of a response for him. "What's so funny?"
I shook my head and walked around him. No way in hell was I dealing with his shit today. The last thing I needed was blood on my hands in the middle of the school parking lot. He was hardly worth my time. I guess he noticed that my patience was relatively low, and as he contiuned to egg me on, I pushed through his dim witted lackeys until it dawned upon him that I didn't think he was worth a response. This got to him.
"Hey, I'm talking to you! How about you pull your head outta your ass and listen," He shoved himself in between me and the drivers side door of my car.
"I'd rather not waste my time, Al. I'm afraid if I stay here any longer then I already have, I'll catch stupid, and it seems like you've got plenty of infected people here." I said politely, lacing my words with obvious venom.
"Feisty. I like that." He purred, giving me that stupid grin from earlier. I rolled my eyes in disgust and shoved him out of the way. Just as I was about to close my door behind me, he caught the door.
"You better let go, Al, before I smash your pretty fingers into a bloody mess." I promised. We stared at each other for a moment, letting the air get thick with tension before he finally chuckled.
"Damn, girl, you need to relax. Seems to me like you haven't gotten any lately. I would be more than happy to change that, doll face." He hummed as he inched his face closer to mine. I spit at him and he jumped back before glaring at me in anger.
"I'd rather rot in the middle of nowhere before I let you touch me." I slammed my door. Before he could throw an angry fit, I was long gone. I was more than happy to have left the high school behind me as I started home. The thought of finally being able to relax made me smile for a second. Then, I realized I had a lot of explaining to do to my mom when I got there and I groaned.