I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.

3 - Life's not a Garden...

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The water is way too hot when I stick my hands in it, so I hiss and jerk away, shaking the heat from my fingers. I’m warm enough from my anger, if my internal thermostat rose anymore I’d probably die of heatstroke.

I turn knob to the middle, so it’d be cooler. Then I shove my arm under the lukewarm spray and start wiping off the pudding.

Ugh! I think after I’d glanced up in the mirror. All over my face! I look like I just shoved my face in a puddle of fudging mud! My glasses were smudged over with brown nastiness, the pudding was deeply in my left ear (cuz he gave me a fucking wet willy with it!), it was plastered in my hairline, and even on the collar of my green polo.

God, Sebastian’s the kind of person I wanted to hug.

With my hands.

Around his throat. 

I remove my glasses and cup my hands under the spray, fuming and imagining the things I’d do to Sebastian if he wasn’t so freakishly large and ten times stronger than me. I’d get a bowl full of nasty pudding and shove his face in it! Hell I’d drown him in it!

I lifted my hands to my face and splashed it across my skin. I did a couple more times, wiping sludge away. I heard the door open, heard girly voices. Two girls came around the little corner and then stopped when they saw me. My back was to them, but I was eyeballing them in the mirror. Slowly, I turned my head and glared at them over my shoulder with a look so dark it said go ahead and enter bee-yotches.

The two girls smartly left the bathroom.

I continue washing away slime, and was suddenly assaulted by the memory of Sebastian’s menacing words to me:

‘I don’t like you, psycho. And since you’ve been a bitch to me, I’m gonna be a bitch to you, and help Karma bite you back in the ass. Hard.’  

I literally almost flinched as I remembered the steel in his voice, how he’d snapped out the words ‘bite’ and ‘hard’. He’d been pretty damn angry. I thought about what he’d said as I scrubbed.

1. He didn’t like me. Surprise surprise. Like I didn’t know that already? 2. I was a bitch to him. Psh, hardly! I was the one who simply stated my requests! He just pushed me too far. 3. He’s going to be a bitch to me. Maybe I should have mentioned that it’s been a repeated occurrence lately. 4. He’s going to help Karma bite me back in the ass. Hard. I’ve done nothing for karma to punish me for! He’s the one who’s started everything! And as for the ass thing, if he so much as gets within three feet of my butt I swear I’ll shove –

I heard the door open and glared into the mirror, watching the spot where I knew someone would come in. A small figure slowly stepped around the corner, and I sighed.

Scarlett.

Her soft rain gray-green eyes met mine in the mirror, and she surprised me by giving me a little scowl. I relaxed my expression and so did she. Jeez. Didn’t know she could even do that. It was odd to see such a firm look on her gentle face.

“Oh, Clarisse,” She muttered quietly, and then marched up to me. She grabbed a paper towel and then wetted it in the sink. Then she handed it to me. “You’re just getting your shirt more wet. Wipe it off with the towel,” I could hear that she wanted to end her sentence with some sarcastic word like dumbass or genius but she bit her tongue. Damn her goodness, it really makes me seem like the Geek from Hell.

I snatch it from her hand and then started scrubbing my face. “Thanks.”

She crosses her arms and frowns at me. “How are you?” And it wasn’t the natural, everyday hey-how-are-ya questions. She was questioning my feelings. Again.