It All Started with Hello

Chapter Two

Sarcasm seeped through my voice when I replied: "Gee thanks, I thought it was a bit strange that it was so quiet."

"Always the comic aren't you Justin?" he asked to my retreating back.

I hoped that my teacher during my first block wasn't going to be a complete dick, I didn't feel like dealing with another entitled douche, that felt they held any power over me.

I walked down the hall, finally reaching the class I was supposed to be in.

The door swung open, before I had the chance to open it myself, a petite girl, I didn't think I had ever seen ran out. The teacher— I concluded was Mr.Richards— was sitting at his desk staring in shock at the back of the class.

Oh, this was going to be fun...

The God awful lighting in the school just made the pounding of my head even worse. I lowered my sunglasses onto my face, reclining in my seat and closing my eyes.

You would think that the other students would know by this point that I don't take kindly to them attempting to chat with me.

You would be one-hundred-percent wrong.

A girl with a really high pitched voice walked in and said: "Sorry I'm late but as former Vice President of the Student Committee, I have chosen to run for Class President."

The girl, who seemed to lack any brain cells, moved closer to where I was seated.

"Which means I had to go to Ms.Cabrera and put my name on the list."

Please don't sit in front of me.

Please don't... fuck!

The girl put her stuff down on the desk directly in front of me. I heard the chair creak as she sits down and moves in the seat.

"Selena, I know you have pull in the school, I was wondering if you can spread the word that..."

"You're running for President?" I interrupted her, feeling my annoyance and frustration coming to a peek.

"Yeah! How'd you know?"

That was it. I was done. I got up, towering over her sitting form, I removed my glasses, so that she could see my seriousness.

"Listen I don't know you, nor do I care to, but you seem to know me by your over excited usage of my time, so you should know that I have no interest in talking to you." I may have sounded like a bitch, but in that moment I could care less. My head was throbbing and my stomach was tumbling in summer-salts.

"I'm sor..." she attempted to speak once again.

"What, you can't take a hint? Shut. Up." I didn't raise my voice, I couldn't— it hurt too much.

I heard rustling from shifting behind me, I assumed it was Demi, trying to get a better understanding of what was going on.

I grabbed her stuff and practically threw it across the room, a silent request— scratch that, demand— to leave me alone. To go anywhere else but right in front of me.

My bitchiness was at all time high, but I couldn't control it. Something was all out of wack within me.

I had never fully lashed out like this, I had had issues with people sure, but it had never resulted in me turning physically violent in any way— it reminded me too much of the way I was raised.

She got up shaking, walked towards her stuff and ran out the door that she slammed open.

I took a calming breath, willing my body to stop fighting against me.

Please.

The clapping of hands caught me attention. I turn my head so fast, I almost gave myself whiplash— I was seeing who was making a mockery of my emotional outburst.

Him.

I arched my eyebrow up, at his straight face and clapping hands.

"Great job, first half-hour of the school day and you already scared someone away." everyone froze for a second, then turned their attention to Justin.

I crossed my arms, straightening my back— making myself threatening (though I doubt he thought so).

"Go fuck yourself Justin." I didn't feel like dealing with his nonsense.

Justin entered the class, sitting on the teacher's desk— showing just how little he cared.

"I don't have to sweetheart, you already did that for me."

I rolled my eyes at the usage of "sweetheart," he knew I was anything but.

"Oh right," I played up my voice, as though I had just remembered the months we rolled in the sack together, "it just wasn't memorable."

I lied.

I knew that he knew. Probably by the way my eyes were raking up and down his body.

I had to fight myself from moving closer to Justin. Damn him for doing that. Damn myself for go through with it.

"Now, now everyone knows that isn't true." his lip turned up just slightly in amusement.

Before I got the chance to reply, my stomach rebelled, I placed my hand to my stomach, before I grabbed my bag and tried my hardest not to run out of the class.

I walked as fast as I could to the girls' bathroom.

This was not going to be good.