Summer School Chapter 14

She tsked at me like she might actually give a fuck, though she didn’t fool me, she fooled everyone around us. To tell the truth, I couldn’t believe that the retards around me swallowed the bait like hungry little fishies.

“Come, Kimberly, we must figure out your punishment,” she mentioned coolly, her eyes laughing silently at me. They seemed to mock me as I glared at her.

“Yes, Sir,” I hissed under my breath and she stiffened for only a few seconds before turning abruptly on her heel and walking back towards the school.

ME? You ask what I did? Well, I turned and walked alright. But towards home. I was tired and done with dealing with her shit. She could find someone else to torture. I was finished. No, I didn’t cross the finish line, but I sure as hell took the trophy…even though I stole it from the announcer.

People all around me were whispering, about me if you wanted to lose five bucks I would bet you. How do I know this? Well, they kept glancing at me, then at the teacher, the scum-bag, and the drunken fools who were passed out on the sidewalk by now. Good way not to let anyone notice, you guys.

People silenced at I came by, some congratulated me (though I still have no idea why), and others nodded slightly or patted me on the back. Obviously, he was either a bully, or nobody liked him. Or maybe, just maybe, he was gay.

Though that wouldn’t explain the kiss…I found myself thinking about that kiss all the way home…Well, until someone started to walk beside me.

“This must me my lucky day,” I muttered dryly, earning a funny look from Mr. Scumbag.

“Well, with me around, I thought it would get better.” He grinned, revealing perfect white teeth.

“Unfortunately, pigs stink,” I informed him and earned a bland look in the process. Suddenly, I found myself wishing he would smile again, even if they blinded me. They as in his teeth, dufus.

He shrugged and we lasped into silence for a few moments.

What was he doing here? Who the hell is he? Why the hell is he walking next to me?! Frantic questions filled my head, though they stayed unasked.

Our silence was a comfortable one, though I was surprised since his nose was still broken and bleeding slightly. I mean, if someone, especially a chick, had just broken my nose, I would be pissed. Okay, so maybe I wouldn’t put her in the hospital, but I could sure damn well try!

“So, my name’s Mark, though you seem pretty happy calling me Mr. Scum-Bag,” he told me, and I nodded.

“Hi, Mark,” I was still unused to any name besides Mr. Scum-Bag. “I’m Kimberly. Or Ms. Cel as you and everyone else puts it.” My voice was bitter and it showed the fragile side of me, no matter how much I tried to keep that side hidden. Obviously, I needed some acting classes.

He grimaced, I saw and I noticed his hair. Suddenly overwhelmed with an urge to run my fingers through his hair, I looked elsewhere. “Sorry about that. First impressions suck for me.” He shrugged and I found myself wondering just how many first impressions he had found himself doing. Ones that changed his life that is.

“Yeah, well, I don’t have a first impression.” He opened his mouth to say something and I raised an eyebrow. “Let me finish.” He shut his mouth with a clamp.

“See, as I only have one parent, she makes the impressions. Since her rep is trashed and she still manages to make everyone turn the blame on me, I have to deal with holding up both up. It’s like holding the sky and I swear that one day the ground will collide with the sky. Then, we’ll be doomed.”

We stopped outside of my house a few minutes later and he was grinning from ear to ear.

“What?” I asked warily, unsure that I wanted to know the answer.

“Looks like we’re neighbors,” he mentioned and I noticed the U-Haul truck in the driveway next to us.

Great, another thing to deal with. Life must be out to get me or something, because I sure as hell know that this is not what they call good luck. I retorted in my mind and turning away, glanced up at my big house.

I started to walk towards it, but was jerked back by a tug on my arm. I glanced down at my arm in confusion, then at him…just in time to catch his lips on my own.

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