Death

Once you get to know me || Part two

I stood up from my sit, not mentioning the my sit crashes backwards, making all of the class look at me. I smirked and then walked to Marie.

"What's your problem with me?" I looked at Marie straight in the eye, making her stare back at me.

"You're filthy, a bitch, bipolar, ignorant, arrogant, bossy, impossible, imbecile, stupid, doesnt care about the world, and more importantly, you dont have to be popular to be noticed." She smirked but quickly frowned at the end.

"You have no idea on who you are talking to. And you have no right to judge me and since my grandfather happens to be the principal of this University. I can make him kick you out of this shit. Ive been educated when my Grandfather saw me, so I dont care about this shit. Dont ever tell me Im bipolar, I have a wreck of a life and youre not in it. I have my mood swings cause I experienced Pain. And it covers up all of my emotion in almost 19 years or all of my years of being alive, I barely smile cause heck, I live alone. You bloody bitch." My british accent came out all of the sudden. "Im bossy cause its the only interraction, I make with people, cause its awkward when I blurt stupid questions. Im ignorant and arrogant because I think deep in my thoughts and I hate people like you. Who suddenly attacks you and judges you when they dont know their story."

I heard a gulp next to Marie; Lucas. I glared to him and ended up punching him on his face; nose cracking. Sir Gilbert was just looking at me; happy enough to make me high five-ing him.

"That, Marie and Lucas, is for judging someone when it's the first day of school. And plus, you don't know her. And Im not going to take her to the counselor and call her Aunt." He looked at me. "That still makes you in detention, 4 hours." I smiled weakily.

"The trip is next month. And you'll have ....." He continued but I didnt bother on listening.

"You'll have 3 weeks to memorize this poem and recite this, with actions." Sir Gil smirked at me.

I sat down on my chair looking at my iPhone while everyone groaned.

"Sir, don't you think 3 weeks is long? The poem is pretty short and predictable." One of the girls infront stood up.

"The poem has a very short and predictable meaning, but do you understand it?"

"Is it about my life, Gil? Don't you think --"

"Yes, its yours but that doesnt mean Im going to scatter your life story. You have a very interesting life you know? Maybe some people might understand you when they finish reading it." He nodded at me, standing up.

He was wearing a Red V-Neck shirt and black denim pants with some Retro 13 Air Jordans. I smirked at the shoes. "Nice shoes, Gil." I highfived him. "Dont overdo it, or I'll crack your knuckles."He chuckled.

"Okay, class dismissed. But not for you, Catherine." He smirked at me, Again.

I quickly growled and groaned at the same time, weird. He made me sit on his chair and he sat on my chair.

"Okay class, I mean you." I fakely glared at him, making him chuckle. "A bla a bla, bla bla, bla bla." I heard a bark of laughter at the back.

"That's enough, I let you stay here cause, you have a special part on the poem, you have a different poem to recite, it's thiiis one." He prolonged 'this' as he took a long sheet of paper on his folder.

I gape at the long paper and stared at it. "This is long." I stated.

"'cause you're special."He kissed my cheek, making my cheeks warm.