Chapter 34-
"Scarlett, so much as even hint at giving me any advise or whatnot, and I will scream bloody murder and probably kill someone."
My flip flops slap the hard concrete in an aggravated way as we descend the front steps of the school. Jeezus. Even my footwear is translating my mood.
Good.
I hear Scarlett sigh beside me, and feel the tiniest twinge of guilt.
Dammit. I curse my stupid, socially awkward, bitchy self. She’s just being friendly and kind and comforting. She’s being my friend. Jeezus, Clarisse, I think to myself. She’s still walking beside you even if you just snapped at her for basically breathing. Quit being such a turkey!
Ugh. My subconscious and guilt manage to tone down my temper an eighth of a degree.
“Sorry,” I mutter, so quietly that the sound of my flip flop hitting the pavement as we reach the parking lot nearly drowns it out. “I’m just…y’know. Pissed. And being bitchy. Like usual.”
There, subconscious and guilty feeling! Happy now you greedy little bitches?
Scarlett suddenly chuckles. “Noooo, Clarisse, I had no clue that you were pissed.”
When we were simply acquaintances I’d have never imaged small, soft, sweet-looking Scarlett to ever be so damn well practiced in sarcasm. I’m surprised when I crack a smile.
She grins, pushing her long straight hair behind her ear. I would literally kill for hair that didn’t require a rake to rip through it every morning just so it looks vaguely presentable. Alright, not literally kill, but figuratively. “Now that you’re smiling,” I force a scowl on my face and she laughs at me again, “I’m going to ask you why you were going to scream and kill someone if I so much as said one word.”
Immediate rage flares up into my system again and I debate tearing my backpack in half to relieve some fury. But then carrying all of my books back would be a bitch, so probably not… Through clenched teeth, and I snarl, “Well, for starters, Sebastian nearly pushed me down a flight of stairs today.”
Scarlett stops dead and gapes at me. “What?”
Again, though I should expect it, I’m surprised by the strong emotions on Scarlett’s face. She’s so calm and sweet and casual, I don’t think anyone expects her to even be capable of anger. She looks utterly outraged, and a quick flashback to when she yelled at Sebastian throws me into backpedal mania.
“But he didn’t! It was a joke.” Barely. If there hadn’t been any witnesses he’d have probably dropkicked me down those damn stairs! “He pushed me but caught me. Just to scare me.”
She frowns but nods, her forehead wrinkling as she thought. She starts walking with me again. “Alright. What else?”
Again, my fury burns up some more. “Economics.” I growl.
She laughs a little bit.
“It is not funny. I wanted to kill him– ”
“You always want to kill him.”
“Well I really wanted to fucking kill him.”
Scarlett rolls her eyes. “Well that’s new.”
I growl incomprehensibly under my breath. She didn’t have to spend an entire class period with the fucking son of a bitch–
“What did he do that pissed you off so bad? Apart from the usual.”
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I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.
Teen Fiction*ALL RIGHTS RESERVED* Clarisse Hornitt is a nerd. Or a geek. But, not your typical nerd/geek, as she won't put up with bullshit and will promptly tell you how it is regardless to how it makes you feel. She manages to get into a physical altercation...
