Chapter 39
I ducked my head in vain. A crumpled up piece of paper flew and hit my temple. I could feel myself growing irritated. This had been going on the whole day and I don't think I can withstand it anymore without kicking someone for it.
Thank God it's Friday or I wouldn't have anything to be happy about and feel pathetic, taking it out on one of these jerk-faces and reveal my identity by knocking him out with one punch.
If it wasn't for the fact that my street fighting is an illegal type of street fighting, I would've lashed out on every single bitch that throws me a crumpled paper, which will probably take a long time considering the amount of crumpled papers that has abused my forehead and temples today.
I grumbled out a curse, glaring at my table with a heated stare, willing it to come alive and eat the stupid, annoying baboons.
What the fuck did I ever do to them? I thought in frustration and gritted my teeth. They're taking their anger out on me because they think that I'm the weakling, the girl who would let people walk all over her.
It was tempting to show them what a Johnson is made up of but the fear of being exposed was crawling up my neck and was gripping my heart tightly. I thought about the expressions that would be etched on my parents' face should they ever found out what I do.
I rid the thoughts from my mind, picking the paper up gingerly. I knew what the content of it would be. At least, I knew the outline of what they would try to convey in it.
I was just curious in what they came up with this time. Curiosity did kill the cat but I'm not a cat, now am I? It had happened one too many times and I can safely say that I've grown.
They said that what you do for 21 days will gradually turn into a habit and in this case, what they inflict to me was a habit I've learnt to live with, learnt to ignore.
My eyes skimmed over the paper as I read it. I was about to crumple it back up in my fist but a word and a name caught my attention. I let my gaze linger on it for more than necessary.
Murder.
Bryant.
Murder.
Bryant.
No one would be so cruel as to even graze the subject. Not even Maddison so when I looked around and caught her glare, I brushed it off lightly. She was always glaring at me.
My eyes flitted from face to face in the classroom. Some heads were ducked, minding their own business, completely oblivious to what's about to happen the second I locked eyes with a smirking Sonia.
I turned my back towards her and faced the board once more, my face sporting a grim look. I could feel the monster inside me rouse from its sleep.
No. Don't. She's not worth your time. She's not worth the risk. I chanted it like a mantra.
My sane side was hanging on to it like it was my life line but my ruthless side, the side that was out for blood was provoking me and egging me on to beat the crap out of Sonia for even bringing up Bryant into this matter.
I got up from my seat and exited the class, earning a concerned glance from the teacher but she decided not to question. I slipped out of the room silently. I needed to find some fresh air and clear my clouded thoughts.
With long lazy strides, I headed to the library and pushed the double doors open with a gentle creak from the rusty hinges. Once I stepped inside, I basked in the smell of old books. The musty air filled my senses and I closed my eyes just to appreciate the serene feeling.
I started walking to the glass doors that divided the balcony and the library itself I slid it open to one side and slipped out through the small space I created for myself.
When I finally stepped out onto the balcony, I sucked in a much needed deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to remain calm and diffuse the bubbled up anger I felt towards Sonia.
I could feel my insides boil and I thought about the note and how she practically accused me of being responsible for my brother's death.
I've heard about it enough times and did not need anyone to remind me anymore.
A tear escaped when I thought about the words she used and I couldn't bring myself to wipe it away, letting it slide down my cheeks and reach my chin, dangling there for a second before dropping to the floor. I set my head on my arm leaning on the balcony and closed my eyes. I felt the wind nearby. I let it ruffle my hair and tickle my face. How did my life turn out like this?
I used to have friends, a couple of best friends but I doubted that they were genuine ones. I realized the second they left me after the accident.
I lived a sheltered life when Bryant was around. No guy would dare look my way and no one would dare to lay a hand on me.
Even Maddison took the liberty of threatening all the girls to back off from my hind. She was protective and she had power so it only made sense that her words were to be taken seriously by the whole school.
Then that dreadful incident happened. And look where that ended me; being a pathetic pushover to protect my identity of an illegal street fighter. Ironic, isn't it?
A voice calling out to me caused me to whip my head towards the glass doors that was still ajar from where I slipped through.
