BRIANNA
I have no idea what happened back there. My thoughts once again have gone haywire. I kissed Carter, notorious pain in my ass and I liked it. I actually enjoyed it.
"Shit."
"Ms Jackson, I hope you know the answer to the formula on the board." Mr Fraser hands the chalk piece to me. I take it and quickly write down the answer before sitting in my seat again.
I click my pen repeatedly as the train of my thoughts run off trail.
"And refrain from using colorful language in my class or that will be an immediate detention."
"Sorry." I apologize and get back to my work.
Although I keep brushing my lips to feel if it was real, I will never forget the small pull he always did to my lower back, like kissing wasn't enough. He had to feel every inch of me. Carter was one hell of a kisser, but I would never tell him that.
He warned us about this effect. The whole burning thing and I don't blame him. All my life I cared about what other people thought of me because I didn't want to lose them like I did with my dad. It got bad and I lost myself in the process but these few days in my skin have felt incredible, I really love not giving a fuck. It might not be as badass but it's everything I swore not to like. Carter made me fall in love with this part of me, accept it and now he likes it.
But the thing is, I hate him. It's easier that way. Hating him the way he is meant to be hated.
But after the small session we had in the piano room, I knew it was a bad idea before it even happened. Carter told me that we would burn and I believed him. He said bad isn't always good and I believe him. He said alot of things yet when he laid his lips on mine, I couldn't be bothered with everyone else. I couldn't give a shit about whether we were to burn the world down, I just wanted more of his pink plump lips onto mine.
I saw the war he had with himself when we pulled apart and I found my pen in his bag. I saw it and I acted out, I made it seem like I didn't want it. I was there because he wanted it. I couldn't let my feelings show on the surface. I had done that for too long, I'm not going back to the old Bri.
I get back into my work and take my mind off him and the whole situation. I need to focus. School first, Carter the pain in my ass last.
Something small hits me on my head, I turn around to see who threw it. Everyone seems to be fully immersed in their textbooks so I bend down slightly to pick the paper up. I drop my pen on my desk and open up the crumpled piece of paper. I regret not wearing something that will make me warm because Mr Fraser never lets the AC go above 50F and it's always freezing in his class. I glide my hand across my arm and read the crumpled note.
I know your little secret, you slut. Leave Carter alone.
I know who wrote this and this time I'm not taking it lightly. I stand up abruptly off my table and before I can think about it as my eyes scan across the room for perfectly pinned brown hair. I go up to her and watch as my hand swings across and slaps her on her cheek. I lean in on her desk as the class whispers erupt.
"Ms Jackson, I advise you return to your seat right this instant." He exclaims as if I were to listen to him now, I was too angry to keep it down.
"Just give me detention."
"Ms Jackson." He scolds and I can only imagine him turning beet red and jumping out of his seat.
"This is your last warning. Anymore of the slut names and secret letters and I'll make your life hell at this school. Don't say I didn't warn you."
"You think you can threaten me?" She scoffs as if I was bluffing. I know a thing or two about hell, all I have to do is bring it to her.
"No, I just made a promise. You've crossed the wrong bitch and now you'll be wishing you didn't." I back away and see all her minions back up a little. I walk back to my desk and grab all my stuff.
"Ms-"
"I can walk myself to the principals office."
I walk into the theater where Hailey spent most of her time. She did dance in here and also helped out with the set every time there was a school function or play. This year the drama kids are doing The Great Gatsby.
I spot one of them holding a clipboard and assigning learners to their post, she must be the head of everything going on. I need her.
I walk up the stage and stand next to her with an oddly preppy smile. I can't believe I'm doing this.
"Hey, are you in charge of everything around here?" I ask her and she smiles back at me.
"Yes indeed. Chyna White, and you are?" She extends a hand and I take it.
"Brianna Jackson. I was just wondering if you need help with anything, you look short of people."
She beams at my request and calls over a boy. "This is Andrew and he will help you with anything you need."
I nod my head and thank her for letting me help. Andrew and I walk down the stage and he hands me a paint brush with two pints of paint.
"We even had the Hailey Wilson come over to help but she has her classes. Can you believe that someone with her reputation and influence is helping sophomore drama kids?" I can tell already by his heart shaped eyes and excited tone that he has a crush on her. I hate to ruin love but it has to be done.
"What do you mean 'class'?" I feign confusion.
"She has algebra right about now. Sitting the second row from the back in the second seat from the right."
"She doesn't have class. Mr Fraser got an email from his wife and told us we could have a free lesson, but he left us with a whole load of homework." I roll my eyes and watch him also frown and look around.
"Maybe she has other things." He excuses. This boy is making things harder with those rose colored glasses.
"I doubt, I mean I'm surprised she even helps out, given the way she talks about you guys during lunch and free periods."
"I knew I didn't trust her." Some other girl shouts to us.
"She was here to make fun of us from day one."
I smirk internally while everyone begins to rethink their friendship with Hailey. Sophomores are so gullible when it came to seniors, heck I was too. It's like all the approval came from a senior and if they didn't approve of you then you were deemed weird and not cool. A flaw in highschool I like to take advantage of.
"She couldn't be trusted but Andrew grew heart eyes for her and let her stay." Another girl scolded and Andrew shook his head. He then looked at me and silently asked if it was true.
"I don't want to cause any trouble. I hate her just as much as you guys, I see the way she treats people and it's unacceptable."
"You're not causing any trouble, I just wish we saw it before we were told." Chyna sighs.
I smirked and continued on with the paintings. Andrew went silent after that, only replying to my questions. I hated that I had to put out the fire that burned for Hailey but it had to be done. I can't let her think I'm all bark no bite. This is only the first step. I plan on making the last few months of her highschool career to be the living hell I promised.
The bell shortly rang and we packed up the paint supplies, I locked up after Chyna and handed her the keys. I walked my way to the principals office and sat down in the waiting area. The secretery gave me a weird look, probably because she didn't know me. Like I said I've never gotten into trouble before.
"Good afternoon." I look up to see headmaster Hatt and I stand up. I shake her hand and she walks me into her office and I see Mr Fraser came here as soon as he could.
I sit down on the chair next to him and headmaster Hatt lets him continue. He tells exactly what happened and it sounds so much worse than I thought. He puts an emphasis on how I defied him even after he warned me. Headmaster turned to me and nodded her head for me to explain myself.
"It was useless kid drama and it got out of hand," I turn to Mr Fraser, "I apologize for causing a scene in your classroom and blatantly ignoring you. It won't happen again."
"Do you care to explain what happened?" She was asking in regard to the 'kid drama' I mentioned.
"Again it is useless and I don't feel comfortable discussing it with you." Imagine telling the headmaster that you were making out with someone's ex boyfriend and they called you a slut... I would rather turn my skin inside out than say all of that.
She let me off with a small warning and a detention this Friday, she understood the secrecy and let me off. Mr Fraser will be guarding detention this Friday. What a thrill for his scowling self.
I had to get to my next period english and I share it with one of her minions. Time to do more damage.
I get to the classroom and sit in the next to her desk. She walks in after a while, texting and swiping on her phone. She takes a seat in her usual chair and places her phone down. As the class fills up, a boy stands above me.
"You're in my seat." He points to it.
"You can sit in mine, I really need to sit here." I nod at him and smile. With all this smiling I should given the noble piece prize.
"Okay." He walks away and sits in my seat which isn't the best seat seeing it's right infront.
"You saved me." I keep forgetting her name but she spoke to me. I turned my body to her and frowned my eyebrows. She sighed and leaned her body to me.
"He always used to mutter things and talk to himself, I really thought I was about to be possessed." She scoffed and glanced at him nervously. I don't like her but I have to tolerate her for the purpose of making Hailey's life hell. "Anyway, whats your name?"
"You don't need to know that but I do need to tell you something rather very juicy." I had to act air headed to be on her level.
"Out with it before I post a hashtag."
I seriously question the intelligence of her friends.
"Never mind, I don't think it's my place to tell." If I know anything about girls like her, it's that they are always ready for nosy gossip.
"I know it is, I promise I won't tell anyone. Not even Hailey, my best friend." She smiled and waved her hand for me to continue. I sighed as if I really didn't want to tell her.
"It's actually about Hailey. Or something I heard her say." I start and drop down to a whisper. "She's been spreading rumors that you slept with the whole drama group."
Quite to the contrary, I heard about the whole orgy she had with one of the said drama kids. She will hear about the Hailey who has been talking shit about her and the drama kids, this is just the beginning of her downfall.
"It was one person and she shouldn't talk, she had made out with half of the team last year" Wait, that didn't make sense.
"Wasn't she with Carter?"
"No, she was with Isaac silly," she giggled and swiped through her phone, "I have the videos here, she was really drunk."
She showed the picture of Hailey being flat out drunk and indeed making out with the entire team. She giggled and laughed at all of them, I silently watched and got a lot of information on this bitch.
Revenge and vengeance will be mine.
I stapled the last of the photos to a locker. My hand beginning to hurt a little but I had to push through. Each locker had a very high resolute picture of Hailey drinking and vomiting. I would've gotten the picture of her and every teammate making out but it was too messy. I like to give out revenge that doesn't backfire on me.
Thanks to the yearbook commitee and a few little resources from my mother, I was able to bribe them into printing all these pictures and saving some for the yearbook. I smile in cheer when the bell rings and all doors to the classrooms open in unison. Everyone frowns at the pictures on their lockers. some laugh, others whisper. I smile and walk to my own and put my own feign of innocence.
Time to get through the last lesson and go home.
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