Love's Only Condition

I hate him. I am going to take this pencil and shove it down his throat and watch him choke on it. I am going to push him out of the third store window and see his body brake into a million pieces on the ground below. Among other things, that was all I could think as I pulled picture after picture off the walls on my way to class. I stopped after a few more was pulled down, finding it useless to waste the energy since every student at this school had already seen the horrible picture of me.

"Oh, Anny! That picture explains so much!" Makayla, the school's most perfect bitch, snickered at me as I passed, one of the pictures clutched in her perfectly manicured fingers.

And then I blacked out. Yet again. I couldn't tell you what I did or what I was thinking during this times where I can't even remember. I have this thing in my brain that, under extreme conditions or emotions, I black out. I couldn't tell you the name of the condition nor the reason I have it.

I woke up in the principle's office with a bloody hand, fat lip, and a burning scratch across my cheek. The secretary was giving me the evilest look, one that she gave me every time I wounded up in here one way or another. The principle's door banged open and out stepped Makayla, along with a black eye, blood dripping from her lip, and a cut on her right cheek. She marched out of the office without sparing me a single glance, leaving a trail of blood in her wake. A smirk appeared on my face before falling away as the principle barked out my name from inside of his office.

I tug myself up off the chair I was sitting in and shuffled my way inside the office that smeld of sweat and depression. His face was already a shade of red as I took a seat in one of the empty chairs that sat in front of his desk. He held one of the pictures in his meaty hand and I knew my fate was sealed as his eyes landed on the messed up state my hand was.

"Tell me, Anny Wiley, why you always end up inside of my office?" he barked in the horrible voice of his.

"Because I just love to be in your presence so much, Sir." I responded.

"And why are these pictures of you in such a indecent situation taped to every surface of my school?"

"Because the person who put them there is an ass?"

"I want a name Miss. Wiley. Or I am going to kick you out of this school faster then your over privileged parents could think about paying your way back in here."

"Blake Peters." I mumbled under my breath, hating ratting out anyone, but I could not get kicked out of yet another school.

"Mrs. Chells, call in Blake Peters into my office." He barked into the phone at his secretary a second after picking it up.

Neither he nor I said anything more until Blake strode into the office. His eyes landed on me and hatred filled them. He took the other chair that sat in front of the desk without speaking a word to me.

"Mr. Peters, why did you bombard my school with these?" the principle asked his calmly.

"Who said I did?" he responded.

"I did, you idiot." I simply stated, anger seeping into my voice.

"Did I talk to you, piss pants?"

"Do I need to release some photos of my own?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

"Bitch."

"Enough! I do not want to see another picture in my halls like this again. And Miss. Wiley, if you are sent into my office once again for fighting, no matter your medical condition, I will expel you from this school." the principle cut in.

As we stood to leave, he raised his hand, signaling for us to wait.

"One more thing. Miss. Wiley and Mr. Peters, you two will spend the next month in detention. Everyday after school and Saturdays, you will spend up here until four. Doing what, I do not care. But you will help out with anything that needs to be done, starting with throwing away all these photos. After that, do as you are told, and if there is nothing to be done, you will stay in the cafeteria until time for you to leave. You are dismissed."

We left the main office and walked down the hallway, together but not saying a word to each other. Blake stopped, turned to me, and shoved me against the wall. A girl like squeal escaped my lips at the impact, much to my embarrassment.

"Ever rat me out again, and you will be expelled from this school." He hissed in my ear before shoving away from me and walking down the hall.

I slid down the wall, sitting there with my hands covering my face as silent tears streamed down my cheeks. One of the pictures drifted to the floor, landing next to me. I reached out and grabbed it, looking at my dream like face that stared back at me. It had been taken at a party that I had attended before I was expelled from my last school. I was in one of my black outs, couldn't remember a thing from that night, besides this picture. I was in nothing but my skimpy bra and underwear, sprayed out on a bed that was not mine, smiling up at the person behind the camera that I could not remember, high off of a drug that was unknown to me.