Chapter 120 Furious
"Is that not unfair to you?" I add.
Looking at his face, I can tell that had made him furious. "I should be adding one more week of straight detention to your punishment for that insolence you just displayed. But I will be pardoning you.
You, Austin and Trevor will be getting two weeks of straight detention as punishment!
As for the issue concerning your locker, it would be thoroughly investigated. Now see yourself out."
"Gladly." I mutter loud enough for him to hear. I made sure to slam the door on my way out. Unleashing a part of my anger on it.
Pardon my ass!
The guy called Austin let out a horrified yell like he had seen a ghost or demon as I yanked the cover curtains aside and appear. For someone who was said to be badly injured, he is looking fine and relaxed. Even playing video games on his phone after turning my day upside down.
The effrontery.
I had asked some boys that I always see him hanging out with his whereabouts a while ago when I did not see him after searching for him and the other guy, and they told me that Austin was here in the infirmary. And that the other guy had gone home. I am fucking aware that the detention punishment would only apply to me—most than the two of them.
Those friends of theirs did not want to answer me at first but later did after a little talk.
Turns out we can all be menacing.
"Who sent you to do that to my locker?" I calmly ask.
He scoffs derisively, "You this bitch, you should be somewhere hiding yourself like a sewer rat after what you have done. I now have to go to detention because of you. But you have the nerve to show up to me acting all bold.
Do better hope you have nine lives." That taunt lit the fuse of rage that was already getting ready to blow up in my head. My hands reached out and grabbed his shirt, fisting it and using it to draw him dead close to me so we can both see eye to eye so he can see how damn serious I am. "I don’t have any fear right now." I started.
"All I feel is anger and a crazy need to rip you apart right now. So you better start talking!" Fear is now showing in his eyes. Replacing the shameless menace that was in them a second ago. I hope I look like the devil or something close to that in his eyes right now. I am sick to death of all the bullshitting!
"C. . . Calix." He trembly called out the name that I was expecting. "It was him who asked us to—" I let go of his shirt and marched out of the exit. Calix. I knew it was him. I only just needed to be sure. There is a whole group of other people who are happy and more than willing to mess with me. Brooke, Lucas and Curtis. Just like their asshole friend, they must have been salty about Rex and I and had been waiting for the time and opportunity to teach me a lesson. And Calix, he is the root and also the top branch of them all.
I checked the basketball court, he wasn’t there. I was about heading to his lounge when I sight him and Lucas coming out of a class. I marched straight in front of him and smacked him hard across the face.
He was caught off guard and wanted to speak when I slapped him again. His face whipping to the side. I am vaguely aware of shocked gasps all around me.
Yet another show.
Only this time, I want to share a role with the evil villain for once.
"That is enough! What the fuck is your problem?" Lucas hissed, holding my hand. He had stopped it when I had tried to make it the third time.
Calix and I are both glaring daggers at each other. He is seething and his eyes are blazing. The anger that he must be feeling now cannot be compared to mine at all. I am too mad to be surprised that Lucas is acting as a placater between the both of us before Calix roughly pushes him away and comes to tower over my small frame. Trying to make me intimidated. But instead, it gave me courage and fueled me to slap him again for the third time.
The next was me being slammed and caged against a wall by him in the blink of an eye. He holds my shoulders tightly and slammed me against it again. I drew a sharp wince. Pain is radiating from my back and the spot on my arm were I had gotten an injection this morning. His hand is pressing it.
"You really want to die don’t you?" He snarls furiously. Despite how dangerous this situation is, and how deathly trapped I feel, it will not make me back down and cower because I am fucking done!
"Maybe I do want to die. So why don’t you go ahead and kill me right now?" Surprise flickers on his face at my words. I let out a small, mirthless chuckle, "What? Don’t you dare look surprised. That is what you wanted from day one. You are after my dreams and messing with me. . ." A broken sob comes out of my throat.
"So why don’t you just kill me right now and end it? That is what you fucking want so go for it!" I yell, challenging him.
"You have no idea what you are doing bitch! Have you lost your damn mind?" He growls.
"I have.
Oh yes I have. You still expect me to be sane after all the things that you have done huh?" I shout, crying.
"What did I do to you to deserve this? I am doing all I can to stay out of your way now but why can’t you just leave me alone!!"