Rebellious

Chapter Two.

 REBELLIOUS.

Chapter Two.

“ARGG! THE BITCH BROKE MY FREAKIN’ NOSE!?” The now bright red bimbo yelled as she held on her bloody nose.

“Ah, well at least you’ll have an excuse to get a nose job, right?” I grinned sheepishly while walking past her; her eyes wide in shock.

“Beside, you might get into the school’s record for being the fakest girl on the campus! How wonderful! You will become famous!” I added, sending her a fake ‘you-are-so-freaking-lucky’ kind of look.

After a few minutes, the bloody bimbo came back to herself and yelled at me.

“You slut! Pay back’s a bitch, you’ll see!”

And with that, she stormed off towards what I guessed was the hospital.  I hoped she would bleed to death before even getting there.

“Cool, I’ll have to share my room with this dumb head….” I mumbled as I scanned the large room, where my suitcases and bag were already unpacked.

‘Let’s just hope she doesn’t try to murder me in my sleep…’ I thought, while pulling on a pair of sweats.

Heading back towards the door, something caught my eyes. It was a small white box on the side of the still wide opened door. I curiously made my way towards the mistrerious object, when I felt my now bare feet getting swiped off the ground, my body sent flying into the air. My head hit the wooden floor in a loud thud as I groaned in pain.  Slowly standing back up, I could already imagine the humongous lump I would surely have really soon, on the back of my head.

My eyes widen in disgust as I saw the red liquid on the floor. Of course, I had to slip on the bimbo’s blood.

“Yuk!” I yelled childishly as I exited the room and looked closely at the mysterious box I was heading to, before slipping on that stupid girl’s blood.

My mouth made an ‘o’ shape, before curling into a sheepish grin. The little box was used to slide the little card which was hanging from the key, to unlock the door. And the key was my locker key.

Skipping down the corridor in an unknown direction, I sang loudly.

“HEY HOW YA DOIN’ ? SORRY YOU CAN4T GET THROUGH! WHY DON’T YOU LEAVE YOUR NAME AND YOUR NUMBER AND WE’LL GET BACK TO YOU!”

Curious heads peaked through the doors as I carried on being my loud self.

As I was about to exit the corridor and enter the park, a large hand tapped my shoulder. In one swift movement, I caught the stranger’s wrist and twisted his arm while pinning him to the ground.

“Ouch!” The person yelped as their face was squished onto the floor.

I quickly spun the stranger around and straddled them, making sure they couldn’t move.

I was a boy who looked about the same age as me. Had brown shaggy hair and bright, sparkly blue eyes and was pretty tall and well built.

“Why were you following me?!” I barked at him.

I swear at that moment I saw a glint of amusement sparkle in his eyes, which made me upset.

“I wasn’t following you!” He replied in that annoying raspy voice guys use when they’re being cocky.

“Then what the hell did you want?” I asked in annoyance.

“I never saw you here so I guessed you were new and wanted to introduce myself!” He said in a ‘duh’ kind of tone.

Raising an eyebrow, I stood back up and dusted myself off. The boy extended a hand towards me so I could help him up.

“Oh, uh, I hurt my wrist! I’m sorry, you’ll have to stand up by yourself.” I mumbled.

He widen his eyes and pouted his bottom lips, trying to look cute.

“Nah, these don’t work with me, ya know.” I told him as he huffed and stood back up.

Sticking his hand out, he introduced himself.

“Hey, I’m Lucas Scott!”

“I’m Spears. Britney Spears. Call me Brit.” I mimicked, plastering on my best serious expression.

Lucas started chuckling while I tried to keep on a serious face.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, in a fake hurt tone.

“No seriously, what’s your name?” He chuckled.

I sighed dramatically before admitting.

“Alright, alright! I’m Juliet. Juliet Adams. Call me Jules.” I grinned.

“Okay cool!” He said as we inserted our numbers in each-other’s phones.

“Dude, is it me or you’ve got a weird accent?” I raised an eyebrow as I rested my hands on my hips.

“Yeah, I’m French…Well my father’s British and my Mom is French.” He replied, looking at the ground.

“Oh! Awesome!” I exclaimed as I looped my arm around his.

And with that note, we skipped along the graveled path in the campus’ park.

“Hey, Lucas, do you like playing pranks?” I asked mischievously.

“Hell yeah!” He replied with a genuine grin plastered on his pale face.

“I like you already.” I told him while patting his back pretty hard, which made him flinch slightly.

He rolled his eyes as my stomach growled mega-loudly.

“Somebody’s hungry, huh?” Lucas teased as he ruffled my long brown hair.

“Yeah. I didn’t eat since yesterday, to be exact. I thought my parents wouldn’t send me here if I did a hunger strike…  Apparently I was wrong.” I explained while scrunching up my nose.

“Plus, me being me, It was pretty hard to resist to my pretty little nutella pot…” I whined childishly as I made a mental note to buy a pot to keep in my room. Just for midnight snacks, ya know…

“Let’s go grab a bite then, yeah?” He suggested, earning a big grin from me as I shook my head yes.

‘Food, here I come!’ I thought.