I have never cried so much since I was a child. I cried all my pain, and slowly calm down, and run out of tears. Finally I am able to face my situation. The situation is: I am alone, without any help in the deepest mud. I am cheated by my ex-boyfriend, blackmailed by my heartwarming family and the only person I could rely upon to solve this problem is myself. Nobody will come and save me. I have to be strong. Have to. Like three weeks ago. Well, that time, Uncle Pascal helped me, but now, he is not here to do the same. I don't even bother him with my problems, my ex-boyfriend is his son, so he would be in an awkward situation. Well I am alone. Alone.
Alone? I can't immerse in self-pity, a great Idea comes to my mind. Alone means I am free. I could really go anywhere. I am able to work on my dream, without restraining people. I am able to do anything, really. Maybe this is the best opportunity, to go away, and do what I like. It is not the end, it is just looks like. This is the real beginning! My body becomes light, my heart has emptied to gather new feelings, my blood is boiling. Everything in me prepared for something exciting.
But before the fresh start, I have to cut all the ties to my old life. My family, or the Hillard kids don't seem to be a problem, I just want one, important thing to do: knocking out Savannah Moore's teeth. All of them. While this plaster is still on my arm. Let's head to the school!
Running toward the school makes me even fresher and lighter. The schoolyard is quite full of people, I have to run in zig-zag, sometimes I bump into people. The last ones is a kissing couple, who jump apart, and give me angry faces, until all of realize each other. I make Ivo and Taylor Moore to jump apart. I shout a "sorry" for them, and continue running. I don't know what they are doing after that. I don't even care. It is strange. I don't feel anything.
Until I reach the trainer's office. The door is ajar, I can hear the conversation between two people clearly. One of them is Yvonne, the other is a man. Probably they are doing the same, as Ivo and that girl. Or not.
"Go and find Savannah, please." The man's voice is very harsh, and a bit shakey.
"But..." Yvonne's voice is full of cutesy, which indicates, that she won't leave until she gets, what she want. It is obvious, that she wants that man.
I don't really care, who this man is, but I am a bit devilish today. I prevent my old friend to get what she wants. It is the bare minimum to thank her for the summer.
"You have been asked for a task!" My voice is sharp, and while the door flew open – with my help.
Yvonne tries to smile at me, but my look makes her change her mind. I am ready to beat her to pulp, and she has enough senses to understand, and tries to avoid. She runs away without a word, leaving me alone with her prey.
Her prey is familiar, this man was the one, who asked me in the forest. Now, he looks like a bit tensed, but seems to relax, by Yvonne's sudden leave. I suppose he was against my exbestfriend' s plans. It is a bit odd, Yvonne has been always popular among boys. He is indeed good looking: his eyes are brown, and his black hair is longer than mine! The body is fine toned, muscular. His clothes are not branded, but the quality seems right, and he wears a very expensive pair of shoes. This man is good, I have to agree with Yvonne. But he is too old, maybe 30 years old.
"Am I pass?" He asks me with a sneer.
"Pass?" I don't really understand him.
"Your exam. Am I eatable?"
"Yes...NOOO!"
"Which one?" He laughs at me.
"I don't want to eat you!"
"But you were watching me, like you counting the packets of spices to roast me."
"..."
"Or do you want to cook me?"
"No..."
"Chop me or beat me?"
"Not you."
He stops a bit. I feel tired. What does he wants? I saved him form Yvonne, why doesn't he simply walk away?
"Who else?"
"Savannah Moore."
He is dumbfounded. He is looking into my eyes – like he is looking into my soul.
"Why?"
I lift my plastered arm.
"Is that her fault?" I nod, his happy facial expression turns to dark.
"Savannah Moore broke my arm." I state this again.
"So you want to beat her. How do you plan?"
I lift my plastered arm again.
"It is futile. She is stronger than you, and has two uninjured arms. You will be nothing to her."
"I am satisfied with beating out her teeth. This plaster is heavy enough to do that."
"Or she could break your bones again, this time with your plaster along."
I get angry. Who is this man, and why does he protect Savannah Moore so enthusiastically? Got it. He is her fiance. I've heard something at home, about the new trainer's wedding.
"Do you like her so much?" This time my voice is the sarcastic one.
"No." His face shows he says the truth. "I had better choke her into a spoonful of water at this very moment."
"Hey, I am the first!" I cry from the shock. "You could choke her, after I have knocked her teeth out!"
He looks at surprised first, and he starts laughing.
"So you are still behind the red clothes."
"Red clothes?"
"Like the bull in the ring. The viadors show him red clothes, and the animal is running toward them. When the bull reaches the clothes, he will be killed."
"I am not a bull!"
"But your behavior is like the bull! You can't beat Savannah. I know her strength."
I hesitate a bit, since he is her fiance, he surely knows Savannah Moore's ability. But I don't care. I breath some air, but he cuts into my speech.
"Use your head, instead of your body." He lightly knocks my head with his fist.
Body?
Head?
He surely is right with the red clothes. I still want to knock out Savannah Moore's teeth.
"Am I not able to persuade you, using better form of revenge than send Savannah's and your teeth to the Tooth Fairy? Do you really couldn't choose anything else?"
"Anything else? What cause her bigger pain, than she wouldn't eat normally in the rest of her whole life?"
"Pain. The keyword is pain. Find something to give bigger pains to her" He says sadly.
Bigger pain? The greatest idea pass over my head. What gives bigger pain, than the physical one?
"Would you gonna bed with me?"
He is making a very surprised, thunderstacked face, and he retreats two steps. Me too.
It was not me, who said those words loud. He stares at me, and suddenly I am covered with cold sweat. I don't want to do that, just fooled about. It was a joke! There are wide screams in my head, as he comes to me and bends down. Our lips are lightly touch. He is kissing me! Well, it is not bad. I somehow loosen my lips and kiss him back. He tastes good. I like his kiss. He pull me backward, and his lips are suddenly downwards: he sits on the edge of a writing table. He is not forceful, just pulls me closer, writhe his arms around my waist, and we start kissing again. I could escape, if I would have wanted, but I don't want. His hair is very silky under my touch, and his hands are caressing my back, and somewhat lower. Under my skirt. I don't care. It is simply good. Pure enjoyment.
But this enjoyment is short, because we hear the sound of some big explosion. It is not firework, and definitely not from our touches either. I have to turn back to see the source of the sound. Savannah Moore is standing at the door, her hands are suppose to hold something, but those books are on the ground now. Her face shows her terrified feelings. No one moves. Her fiance and I are still cuddling each other, and she obviously doesn't know, how to react, just stares at us. There are things worth that staring: his fiance's hand is under my skirt, and from the feeling, also under my panties.
I square my shoulders, and tear out myself from the cuddling. I hear a sound of something has thorn, and suddenly feel the cold air between my legs, but don't withdraw. I march out of Savannah Moore's office with head held high. I stand against the wall on the corridor for a minute, because my legs are still shaking. But just for a minute, because Savannah Moore shuts the door, and I don''t want to hear their conversation. I try to walk, and at the and of the corridor I am able to run away.