The girl with the bad reputation

Chapter 3

"She is a mortal danger to all men. She is beautiful without knowing it, and possesses charms that she's not even aware of" ~ Edmond Rostand.

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OUR LIVID TALKING STOPPED WHEN CALEB PINPOINTED A TEACHER COMING OUR WAY. The different classes had already started. So we all would need an excuse for why we were walking the hallways when we should be in class.
The teacher's expression changed from a solid happy smile to a confused and questionable expression, which is understandable considering she was looking at a group of five walking together headed towards one of the exit points.
Her voice filled out the silence with a question that searched for clarification. A question I was a master in slipping beneath.
"What are you five doing out here? Don't you have class? I know you have class. So there better be a good explanation for this" Her voice had a high pitch sound to it. A pitch that would scare animals off if they heard it. Such a pitch that makes your head-ache worse. She was an elder woman, who had been nominated by a lot of seniors last year as the sweetest and oldest teacher here. No offense towards her age, but she had worked at this school for thirty years by now. So a lot of students found her quite fascinating or so the rumors said.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Elizabeth, we happened to meet in the hallway and fell into the same pace and talk. Aubrey and I were headed towards the lady's bathroom if you'll excuse us. "I replied sweetly, to which she frankly smiled and said "go go darling. Don't let me hold you back."
The rest of them stood there lost. Trying to find an explainable excuse to use as well.
Caleb soon followed my lead and explained to her that Grayson and he came from Mr. Pile's class and that he had forgotten to print some copies of the test he wanted for today. So he assigned them to do so. She wasn't hard to fool as she was in her late sixties and a tad deaf on her left ear. She sent Grayson and Caleb off to the printing room, which originally was the other way. But she didn't seem to notice.
I wasn't able to hear Jason's excuse, because by the time I heard the start of his sentence we entered the bathroom and the sound of his voice vanished.
We met up with the guys after a few minutes to make sure she had gone away to whatever class she had now. We chuckled as we saw each other and went out of the school and towards the school parking lot.
As we reached the ice cream store Caleb let out an excited sound that had the group breaking out in laughter. We parked our cars in the small parking lot of the ice-cream store. We went inside and the workers gave us our usual order which we paid for and found a table.
This ice-cream store was very lowkey, quite cute. Dimmed light, if you came Friday you were also able to sing karaoke. The walls had a dark light violet brim followed by a white. They had renovated it last year and made it more rustic than when they bought it where it had rainbows and sunshine.
It had a much more sense of home feeling now than before. It just seemed too happy before.
As I zoned back to the conversation we were on the topic of the latest gossip again, when Melissa the queen bee walked towards us. Jason faked a puking sound and we all laughed as we continued our conversation.
"Hello there, didn't expect to see you guys. Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Melissa said sarcastically in an attempt to mock me at the end of her sentence.
I chuckled and said "When you're talking about the trash."
The others began laughing, as Melissa frustratedly strotted away.
"Bye love" I said. She scoffed while she walked back towards her group of trash. Her high heels clicked every step she took, echoing in the ice-cream store. Our gaze followed her as she walked out with the rest of them huffing and puffing about being corrected.

An hour had passed since the incident with Melissa and we decided it was time to go home. So we said goodbye and made our way out. Because Aubrey had borrowed Caleb's car, we had to walk. Not that I mind. Sometimes I simply enjoy the fresh air.
We were walking on the sidewalk downtown, and we soon reached the wealthy area of downtown the neighborhood. Houses started showing on each side of the road and familiar faces walked past us. We turned right on a street towards the more middle class households.
A young boy sat by the sidewalk with his knee and elbow bleeding as I saw a group of guys hovering over him. I went over there instantly and pushed them aside as I looked all of them dead in the eyes.
"Who did this?" I said dead serious, anger was evident in my voice and it dripped with venom.
I looked all of them up and down, this is either your typical boy band or guys in a gang. I chuckled before my expression changed back.
"I'll ask once more, and I'll do it slowly for you to understand. So it'll get through your thick skull. Because apparently you don't understand English that well.
Who did this?" My eyes then found the guy in the middle. Bingo. There we have him. The leader of the pack. The observer. The one who'll stay silent and observe while the others do the chatting. He'll stay and watch how the other person responds and all of their movements to know exactly how to attack and how to fight them, whether it's verbally or physically.
He was doing so right now. While the others were silent and debating whether they should let him speak or start so themselves.
He was dangerous. Because he spends his time not fighting first but waiting and observing his opponent every move. I've met his type before in the ring downtown. A lot of times. They're the toughest to fight off.
"Since you guys apparently either are deaf or braindead. I'll answer for you. You in the middle, why did you do this?" As I said my observations, the grin the guys before had dropped.  Sometimes I wonder if they truly take women for granted.
"Now that you showed me I was right. I believe you owe Michel here an apology." I sneered at him as my eyes feld low. Yes, I checked him out. I needed to know my opponent. But I can't deny that he wasn't devilius handsome.
He was about my age, maybe about a year or two older. He could be a senior, I don't see them around school quite often. Half of his face was covered by a bandana. His eyes had deep ocean blue eyes, like when you're in the middle of nothing out on sea. That kind of dark deep blue. He was muscular built, his torso could be seen evident in the thin black t-shirt he was wearing. I met his eyes who held a fascination and excitement. As if he never met a female opponent that bites back.
"I'm truly sorry, Michel. Next time, be careful who you push." He said calm, his eyes never leaving mine. There was something memorizing about him. The guys around him stood purely shocked and their gaze was on me. "Now Michel, apologize for pushing the man in front of you." I bend over telling him. He looked up and silently said sorry. While Michel said sorry a whistle behind me could be heard and I turned around, my hand quickly found the guys' throat.
"Be careful buddy. My eyes are up here" I said, while pointing to my eyes with my other hand. I grabbed The little boy's hand, helping him up and walking away. My eyes met his ocean blues once more before I passed by him. They held amusement and surprise. Two emotions I liked in my opponents eyes along with fear.
As I came over to Aubrey, she simply told me I was a crazy bitch. We laughed and followed Michel home. When we arrived at his house he hugged me and said thank you. Sometimes even nice neighborhoods can turn shady. It doesn't have to be the neighbors.
Aubrey and I walked for about ten minutes more before arriving at my place. We went inside and I yelled like usual that we're home.
No response.
I shrugged and everyone probably was out.