Karma is a....

She pushed her way through the tangle of bodies that had crammed itself in the small space that the school’s brochure called “spacious amounts of accommodations throughout this excellent facility to have passage from room to room between the bells”. That was all a sugar-coated load of bullshit for the extremely naïve millionaire.

She didn’t want to go here. She didn’t have any other choice. She never did.

She sighed heavily in relief as she came within three feet of her locker. Almost there….

Shit.

There he was. All six foot and some odd inches of him. Black hair that was cut in a newly fashionable emo style. Brown eyes so dark they were almost black and a tan so even that it made Apollo jealous.

Tall, dark, and handsome. Exactly her type. He just didn’t need to know that. It would boost his ego too much.

She tried to slid past him unnoticed. She just wasn’t that lucky. He grabbed her elbow and jerked her toward him. She about drop- kicked him then. Too bad she couldn’t use what she had learned in self-defense class in school.

Her life sucked major dick.

She was an inch away from him; the heady scent of his cologne suffocating her and almost making her swoon.

She slanted her eyes up at him. He just watched her with that casual, cocky boy look that said mine. Not if he was the last boy on earth.

“Shane, what an unfortunate surprise. I suggest if you want to keep some beloved vital body parts that you hold so dearly intact, you will let me go.” she said the last part in a pitch just above a hiss.

“Awww. Threatening to kill me first thing in the morning. How I’ve missed you!”

He said in a voice so filled with sarcasm that it was palpable.

She tugged her arm in vain to escape his now bruising grasp. He just wanted a good ass-kicking. He was just begging for it.

Suddenly she was jerked forward, falling forward against his chest. He was built. She knew that already but when her face his chest it felt like a wooden wall. It hurt.

“Owww! What the hell?! Are you made of a ton of bricks or something?!”

He just smiled evilly down at her and then he…

he put his arms around her.

Oh, shit.

She shoved at his chest. He just tightened his grip.

She was pretty sure that she could use self-defense in this situation. She didn’t care if she couldn’t.

No. She had a better idea.

She stood on the tips of her toes, put her arms around his neck and pulled his head closer. He didn’t stop to think that it might be a trap. Typical male, sex on the brain and he thought he was going to get lucky. Puh-leaze.

When their mouths were a mere centimeter away, she leaned his head down until their lips touched.

She had to admit, he knew what he was doing. Although she didn’t have anything to compare it to. She was a virgin, completely virgin. Never been kissed, never been touched. She learned to never let anybody get that close. But right now it was worth giving him her first kiss. To see the look on his face…

Her leg was now cradled between his legs, and although she is a virgin, she knew that he either walked around with that or she made him that way. She was about to make it smaller.

She shifted her leg until it was against the seam of his pants. He growled. She smiled against his lips. This was going to be fun.

She pulled her leg away. He whimpered. The pitiful creature. She then rammed her leg upward with all of her might.

His eyes grew wide. His mouth formed an “O” of disbelief and pain. He slid to the floor and cupped himself. He stared at her with the promise of murder in his eyes. She smiled sweetly at him.

“Sorry darlin’. Karma’s a bitch.”

With that, she got her books and walked away.

*******

In the farthest corner of the room, closest to the window, she sat with her Ipod playing in her ears. The preppy-looking teacher called her name.

“Melinda, why does the poem say

‘For each man kills the thing he loves‘?”

She sighed and took one headphone out of her ear.

“It is explaining that it is of human nature for males to harm the things that they have cared for them. It is explaining that even if the man doesn’t hurt the thing it loves physically, mental and emotional pain are inflicted by those who cheat and lie to those they love.”

She said it with a casual Duh tone.

The teacher stared at her as though she had grown a second head.

“How…?”

“I read it over the summer. I’m a big fan of Oscar Wilde’s.”

The sweet Miss Innocent façade had slipped and the teacher’s face was red with fury. Melinda just gazed back at her innocently. It was so fun to watch the teacher’s face when she wasn’t paying attention and gets the answer right anyway. It like seriously pissed them off. It was so funny.

“May I be excused?”

“Why?” said the teacher as her face turned yet another shade of red.

“I have to go to the bathroom”

“Go. Make sure to get a pass.”

Mel got her purse and snuck her books underneath her arm. She got a hall pass and continued down the hall with a smug smile on her face.