I’ve always been sure that nothing or anyone could ever piss me off to the point that I want to strangle them. And as always, I’ve been proven wrong. Victor, the new student, has been more of a pain in the **** then I thought possible, every time he sees me, walking by or just in the classroom he would flash an evil grin, make out with Miki or tap her bottom, then flash another evil grin. It was like a routine, and it was so sickening, and I just felt that he was doing it on purpose I just felt like he was doing it on purpose, I just knew he was. Well I had a feeling, which I was pretty sure about.
And there he was in a brown ‘Rise Against’ shirt, black tight jeans, and white and brown converses. Leaning against Miki he grinned, and began his routine and made sure no one but me saw, well since he’s only 3 lockers away. And as soon as he started he stopped, when Miki turned glared at him and waltzed off. Tired of his hot kisses?
He scowled at something -even though I was pretty far away- stuffed his hands in his pocket and strolled to wards me. I lifted my gym bag, which had been slipping off my shoulder back up and hurried away. Like hell I was going to talk to him, less violence from me.
I frowned hard trying to push the kissing scene from my head. Like I said, no one has ever annoyed me to the point where I want to strangle them, and, as always I’ve been proven wrong, again.
When I reached the locker room, I changed quickly and walked into the gymnasium and went over to stand by Etta. Since today was Tuesday that means we would have dodge ball, wonderful. My favorite sport to play with girls that screech from one or two hits, well most of them screech others might run over and smack you or swing a few.
A hug whistle blew out and I turned to look at the red haired and green eyed built coach Malone, the room grew silent as she began her class after murmuring a ‘good morning’. I stretched a little and ran over to my team; while the coach still picked out people I thought about what magical concoction I could come up with for dinner. As in I buy dinner and put in a pan and sprinkle seasoning on it from home, and they think it’s homemade. Yes, it was a stupid way to cover up who I really was but I just couldn’t help being the real me, if I did well they wouldn’t understand. And there I go sounding like my mom.
I looked around at the last to students, Jamie and Miki who where left, and that’s when the coach started taping her mechanical pencil on her clipboard. After looking around sharply
“Ms. Gooding!” I walked over casually and sparred Miki an inappropriate gesture that I suddenly had in mind, “Valarie, you’re an expert player, I don’t know how Ms. Yamamoto plays but Jamie isn’t that awesome either…so, who do you want?”
Miki was eyeing me cautiously, maybe she really wanted me pick her I guess.
“You make them sound like sport equipment.” I muttered and frowned, as I looked both them over, actually I really felt like I was at an auction, though I was really thinking hard about it. Jamie sucked at dodge ball and she admitted it every time, she hit people with balls, tripped over them, ran into her teammates, and sometimes she ran into the net. She just happened to be like ‘Isabella’ from ‘Twilight’, no wonder she was such a big fan, except for sports. Not her specialty.
But I really didn’t want to have Miki, the girl who called me a ‘bitch’ on my team either; I would actually want Etta on my goddamn team. But the coach never put us on the same team, since we play so alike, or well.
I rubbed my temples under my fingertips and sighed the new girl would have to do. I pointed at Miki and stomped over to my team with curses bouncing around in my head.
“Red Team!” the coach shouted, and pointed to us and she ran over, we got into our positions and when the whistle blew off vibrating threw the air like a gunshot we started the game.
Well dodge ball wasn’t as bad as I thought, Miki actually was an excellent player, and I should have her on my team more, well more like a pro. She took out 7 people when I only took out 3, and for once I wasn’t mad about being beat in getting people out, for once.
“Valarie, can I go with you?”
I turned around and put back on my regular shirt then shut my locker. I shrugged and followed Miki up the stairs to wards the lunchroom. I put my hands in my pocket and searching for my money as we waited in line.
“I’ll pay.” Said Miki after a few minutes of watching me and noticing I didn’t have money on me, it was a sick trick to get someone to pay for you but it worked. I grabbed random stuff off the counter and held my tray in one hand while she got what she wanted I studied the crowded lunchroom. Off white walls, brown chestnut floorboards, blue and white lunch tables connected after each row of 9 chairs. Food stains from previous food fights on the walls, where it never came off, or a spot was missed, and gum stuck at the bottom of the tables where someone was to lazy to get up and throw it away. I was looking around for a special someone and my eyes flew to the brown wooden door until I saw a red head of hair in the entrance, I nearly smiled until someone walked in front of my eyesight and I grumbled when he was gone. I kept looking at squinting my eye to see if I saw him anywhere else until Miki tapped me.
“What are you looking at.” She said trying to follow my gaze.
I turned and shrugged my shoulders again; I wasn’t that interested just a bit confused about two things. One why was Miki began so nice to me, unless she forgot I was the magical person who didn’t want to pick up her books I knocked on the floor or whoever did it. Who the hell cares anyway? Two why was I so annoyed and sometimes irritated by Victor. Well, who the hell cares about that either?
When we got to our table I sat down across from Etta, who was sitting next to her brother and her brother sitting next to Pete, a band member of Ette’s. Pete, for some reason reminded me of a guy named Nobu from a Japanese anime Nana. 6’2 blond spiked hair, blue almond shaped eyes and a strait long face.
“Hey Val, Oh…” Etta trailed off when she saw Miki come and sit across from Pete -who turned around in his seat quicker then I had ever seen him move- Etta looked at me then Miki then back at me then there was that ‘Why is she here I thought you hated her’ look, I knew it to well, I shrugged my shoulders and dug into my salted and ketchup cheese fries.
“Hey beautiful,” said Pete as he ran his hands threw his hair and gave Miki a boyish grin. Oh sure, go ahead and flirt before I even introduce her, though I’m sure everyone knows her already. But I would lose my appetite if she responded to that stupid joke he used on girls to often, I’m even surprised he has more then five girlfriends. It still shocks me, not to say he’s ugly he’s actually a very attractive guy. I have nothing against Asians, it’s just he reminds me too much of Nobu from Nana!
Ette elbowed Pete and went back to his pizza without a word; I guess he heard the sick flirting cut line. And he had his earphones in, and I could here ‘Rise Against’, ‘Devil Wears Prada’, and a few others he turned down whenever they came on. Maybe he listens to songs with girls singing about a guy, who knows he barely ever talks.
Pete winched and tugged Ette’s earphones out then began twirling his finger around his ear piercing, he had about 7 of them if you actually ever took the time to count them all.
Three on his right eyebrow, two on his left ear, one on his right ear and the last one on his lip. Another reason I would never like, like him, because that would be very difficult to kiss someone with that on, and that was his first one since he joined Ette’s band. He always makes promises that he will never take out his first piercing unless he has to.
I chewed slowly on the pizza in my mouth and watched Pete and Miki connect electricity, by just looking at each other. It might work, but not while Ette was around, he was sending a few glares at Pete now and then.
Her head tilted to the side to look at Ette, “Hey handsome.” She said and stuck her tongue out at Pete.
Pete growled under his breath and turned to Jamie who sat next to him, he began to flirt and she ignored him. He wrapped his arms around her and pecked her cheek.
I dropped my pizza and put my hand to my throat. “Aw c’mon, Pete please don’t ruin my lunch. Dammit there’s pizza today!” Pete stuck his tongue out and turned back around to Jamie, Etta and Miki started laughing when Pete got ignored again.
I laughed along with them and when my eyes looked up I grimaced when I saw the red hair and the face coming to wards our table. He stopped at the table near by and got napkins and a straw then came over and sat down between me and Miki, and turned to ward me. He was facing me with an amused grin on his face and not even daring to look away from it. It was as if he built a box around us, and he wasn’t going to talk to anyone or anything beyond the wall and yet suddenly, I wanted to hit him.
I looked at him blankly, turned around and began a starring contest with my apple. The silence drifted for minutes, I barely heard breathing. It was like being in a room with the president, and if a pen dropped it would sound like a gunshot vibrating off the walls. I never know Francois was such a rich, popular company with a balding man and his to attractive son behind the desk where so important. So I guess it is like talking to the president, well the future president of a company, his weird son.
I took the liberty to look around the lunch room, and just as I thought everyone had there eyes at our table, some of them mostly not blinking others food a few inches from there mouths.
I opened my mouth to speak then swallowed slowly, the people weren’t looking at us it looked more like everything had froze. And the only thing that was moving was a boy in a black wool coat, who was walking right to wards our table, probably to Miki or Victor.
When he stopped in front of he dipped down onto one knee and looked me in the eye like he was about to propose to the love of his life.
I closed my mouth and frowned at him, he looked a little dangerous. His hair was charcoal black wavy that was brushed over his forehead, his eyes where strangely, bright amber they looked a little fake and his facial features looked more rugged then smooth, well the only part that looked smooth was his chin from after shave. He wore black leather pants and a gray turtleneck, and black-laced up boots. By just looking at his nose and mouth I took a double take, then looked straight at Victor who was frozen next to me and looked back up at the guy. Brothers? Or Father?
“I’m Volkan, nice to meet you.” He took my hand and pecked my fingers in between his words. My right eyebrow twitched as I forced a smile, he was French splendid.
I looked around again until me eyes rested on him, again. I didn’t want to be meaning I mean the guy just stopped time, I think. You don’t piss people off that can stop time, there’s always the possibility that he can do other things.
When my cheeks puffed out, as they usually do when I get irritated, he looked up and one of his eyebrows rose.
“Problem?” The French accent licked around his words and tickled my spin, I had a bad experience with a French person a long time ago and that ruined my attraction to French’s.
I shook my head as a shiver ran up my spin, I don’t know why. “No, fine just find. Oh! Yeah there is a problem! Can you get the blood pumping back in my friends? I don’t care about the blond airheads.” He smirked at my comment, “But I think freezing them isn’t how you have a single conversation with someone, now push the **** play button!” I was standing on my chair looking him in the eyes about a few inches away with my nostrils flaring; he was a little tall so I had to get leveled with him.
And just like that, like snapping your fingers and turning a light on his face split into an icy grin and everything began moving, and he was gone.
I plopped back down in my chair and turned around to see Victor a intake of breath away glaring me down, his eyes where practically on fire.
“Ok, I confess I killed him.”
Victor growled under his breath swept up his tray and stormed out the lunchroom in five quick strides, long legs I suppose. I got up dumped my tray and came back to the table with an ice cream bar I got from vending machine. “I think the whole world now knows that he hates me, maybe the president even knows. He even made me waste a whole slice of pepperoni pizza!”
Etta came at sat across from me after pushing Ette over, she looked at me with sympathy and smiled gently, she thought I was going crazy. Well, maybe I was, that happens sometimes when girls are around certain guys, right?
“You ok?” she said gently, “I know he stormed off-”
“I don’t need your pity, there’s nothing wrong with me Etta, so don’t be gentle Betty about it. You suck at being nice, and that’s fact…” I trailed off when I realized Ette and Pete where looking at me weird.
I looked at the lunchroom wall, while stuffing my hands in my pocket and muttered an apology. I had to admit, I never knew why I had friends I had the mind of an evil idiot, thoughts cruel, actions means, I never know why my friends where ever my friends. I never got it really; sometimes I used to think someone paid them to do it, but other times I think they just do it out of kindness, something I’ve never learned about, truly.
So far I haven’t gone completely crazy over the whole lunchroom scene since it passes threw my mind, about once or twice. The scene has gone threw my mind so much I’m starting to talk to myself under my breath replaying the words over and over threw my lips, and that’s why Etta thought I should just go home in stead of going with them to Carvel’s. She seemed pretty happy that Jake was going, she usually wouldn’t show that she was happy he was going but she let it slip this time. I would tease her about it later.
When I reached my house I looked up at the lawn and sighed, time to put back on my face. I looked at the green grass, mowed everyday, the tan concrete walkway, and looked up at the big mansion. I hated it here, I would never say it out loud but yes I hated it here. I always felt like a mouse on a trap or a bird in a cage whenever I was inside, I was the princess in the tower, and I couldn’t get out I wasn’t aloud to.
I looked up at the moon and sighed heavily, grin and bear it, just grin and bear it. I repeated the words in my head as I walked up the long pathway and threw the glass door; I rang the doorbell when I got to the chestnut door.
A small squeaky voice said, “Who is it?”
I resisted the urge to kick the door down along with Zoey; I think she should stay back a few more years. “Zoey.” My voice was shaking, “Who the hell do you think it is? I’m sure the **** guards by the gate would let a tramp up here, yeah sure. Now open the **** door!”
My hands where shaking and my cheeks where redder then ever, I looked up at my little sister. Her brown hair was pulled back, she had on her pj’s a toothbrush in her mouth and a pale face with her wide eyes. I looked away immediately ashamed that I talked to her that way. I had a weakness to her, over Anne and David I had a weakness for Zoey, I think its because I understood her more then anyone else well maybe I used to.
I brushed past her after shutting the door behind me tossed my converses by the door and ran up the stairs.
I didn’t know what was wrong with me it just was that suddenly I felt vulnerable, exposed, like anything could happen. It wasn’t about what happened at school I just felt like I was weaker then I should be or then I ever thought.