MICHELLE'S P.O.V
Three days after I had ate lunch with the Royal Princes, I have almost had my ears full from listening to these nagging girls tear at my soul, body, and spirit. Particularly, Julienne who seems to want to fish me out of the crowd of twelfth graders at all cost and Harold and Noah, I have been running away from them both to avoid having additional rumors about me spread farther than it has.
Although, Harold isn't so pleased that I am running from him, we scarcely speak at home or at school which gets me kind of frustrated and annoyed for no basic reason. I guessed as much after this three days that I have had enough, I mean enough of having to be the total nerd that I am not, enough of been ostracized for an unjust cause, I figured out that I have had enough of those school bitches chewing my ass off for no particular reason. I want to stand up for myself.
Friday morning, I had my hair packed up high in a tight pony tail. I put on my favorite pair of black knee high brooks and my thigh short uniform, I didn't forget to put on my mum's last gift to me, a half-moon necklace and Ethel's gift to me, flora. I sat down for my typical breakfast with the Clusten's, surprisingly Harold was seated for breakfast. I disregarded him and took my regular seat right next to him, he curved so we could see each other's faces fully, and he spoke
'Morning' he said with unhidden contempt
'Why have you been avoiding me Michelle Nella Hudson?' he asked, my full name tumbling out of his mouth
'Oh! You noticed that I was avoiding you, I thought you wouldn't notice' I spoke mockingly
'The attitude, do I really deserve the attitude from you?' he asked, I sighed as I took a bite out of my pancakes
'Maybe, i guess you do' I responded with a cunning smile
'Something's changed about you, I can't pin point what it is but Michelle you have changed' Harold said as he chewed on his food
I seized Harold's shoulder as I spoke, 'old friend don't try figuring out my changes, it might run you crazy' I warned as I stood up from the table
'Thanks for breakfast' I mumbled and stepped out of the room, Harold ran after me, I cursed underneath my breath as he gripped my right hand
'Hey, whatever you plan on doing don't take it too far, Nella' I snatched my hand out of his
'Are you a fool don't you know when someone is trying to push you away' I snapped and walked away annoyed to the car
Ethel turned to face me as I trod into the car
'What's up with you and Harold?' see inquired worried
'Nothing' I replied swiftly
'Take me to school' I ordered, Ethel looked at me like a dunce
'Not to the slump…' I cut her short
'Directly to school' I shouted loudly, Ethel pulled away from the Clusten's home. Something told me that I had hurt her when I had screamed at her but I didn't seem to care about her emotions. I was angry towards everything and particularly towards myself, I felt miserable. Something within me knew that I was beginning to look pitiful and miserable, I sensed that I was too kind and calm while in reality I am not really like that. I am badass Michelle with no ounce of care and doubt, I am powerful Michelle, daughter to the President of the USA but I felt bad towards my new self, I felt insecure with my new self.
HAROLD'S P.O.V
Pain, sufferings, suffocation and boredom flashed through her eyes all at once as I looked at her. She seemed different from the Michelle I am used to, the goofy, fun, caring, lovely and strong Michelle. But I guess people have their limits, she must have reached hers.
I started the car engine the limited edition Bugatti Mistral, the engine purred lovingly to life. I pulled out of the garage leaving Julienne behind.
Twenty minutes later I was at the school's entrance pulling into the school parking lot , the guys had unexpected glee on their faces as I neared them.
'What happened?' I asked as I rushed towards them my black school bag hanging loosely on my left shoulder
'Michelle…she donned a new makeover that looks way better' Jake announced
'What!' I exclaimed truly shocked
'She had a newly dyed black hair and head spinning fashion items' Jake added.
'It couldn't be what I was thinking right, Michelle can't do that. Michelle couldn't have come to school dressed the way she has left home, she always changes into this old ragged and wretched nerd costume' I said to myself
I sped into the school leaving the guys behind, I wanted to see Michelle. I wanted to see how she had dressed to school.
MICHELLE'S P.O.V
Harold was obviously trying to get across to me, but I was avoiding me at all cost. I didn't want to talk to him, something whispered to me that I was going to break down and be swept away by his soothing aura that always had me confused and so lost in his comfort.
Classes after classes kept me occupied, I was struggling so hard to shut my ears from the persistent mocking and taunting voices of my classmates and peers who obviously hadn't gotten over the fact that I had eaten lunch on the same table with 'the out of this world handsome beauties' named THE ROYAL PRINCES.
'She must have pleaded with him in secret'
'After all her pride she had gone ahead to dine with her enemy'
'She must have used her body'
'The bitch even got a makeover to try and seduce TRP'
'Her new look doesn't hide what she has done'
'deep breathes Michelle' I spoke to myself as I stepped out of the stuffy classroom, I was pissed off with the realization of the fact that nothing I did could get this annoying people off my back. No amount of makeover could render me invisible from their prying eyes. Nothing….nothing could save me from the blades in their tongues and the sooner I reckoned with that reality the sooner I got to regain my honor by standing for myself.
'grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr' the bell for lunch went off, I sighed as I made my way to the mesh hall, faster than TRP so as to avoid annoying Harold from asking me to come sit with them.
Pudding was what was up on the Friday menu, I grabbed my food tray and pitched my tent on an empty table far away from the secluded table known to belong to the royal princes.
I had taken a few spoon out of my food when the jealous devil sashayed to my particular table, I acted as though I didn't notice her annoying and popular ass. The junior cheerleader frowned as she stamped her palm loudly unto my table so as to announce her presence to me and the other students.
I still intentionally ignored her presence as I chewed politely with a mocking smirk on my face, I knew I was vexing her more cause she snapped at me seconds later with her precise annoyingly harmonious voice,
'Do you know I hate you?' she began, I chuckled almost laughing out loud in the process
'Oh! Really' I said sarcastically, it wasn't like I was a fool not to notice the deadly gazes she casts at me every time especially when I am talking to Noah
'Did you ever bother to think about the reason I hate you?' I glanced her in the eye and smirked. Everyone's unwavering attention was directed at both of us
'I don't know, maybe cause Noah seems to fancy me better than he does with you, I mean did you notice as his eyes lit up when he speaks to me' I taunted and watched as the milky white, orange carrot haired seventeen year old teenager reddened with anger and jealous. I laughed mockingly as I returned to my food.
'you shameless prostitute, aren't you ashamed of using your body to seduce the Royal Princes' Jacqueline said, I smiled and glanced upwards from my food…I slowly stood up from the chair I was seated on, I inched closer to her face as my voice raised
'Why are you pained? Why don't you use your own body? As far as I know we both have our individual bodies ' I ridiculed as I grabbed my tray and turned around to walk away, pissed beyond words at that bitch
'I guess the rumors of you been the daughter of a dead whore with no father might be true' my fingers' grip tightened on the tray till my knuckles slowly turned white, I turned to face Jacqueline, my irises beheld bloody hatred for this pest
'MY MOTHER IS NOT A FUCKING WHORE YOU STUPID ASS MOTHERFUCKA' I shouted annoyed, the whole area tensed at how threatening my voice sounded
'Your words don't count Michelle' she said and that only annoyed me the most
'Don't piss me off' I warned but she ignored my warning and key pushing me to the edge
'You going to fight me for your dead whore mother' that was the last push I needed for my resolve to snap, I raced at her with my tray. I didn't figure out how it was possible for me to be that swift as I dealt blows after blows at her face and ribs
'don't fucking talk about my mum like that, you whore' I yelled as I landed a heavy punch near her side, I would have placed a new blow to her face if Harold didn't appear out of no where and block the punch with his tough palm
'Michelle, that's enough' he commanded, astonishingly obeyed and stopped panting hard. I hadn't realized but I had torn Jacqueline's uniform to rags. My rage had blinded me from noticing that my uniform was missing three buttons already and my hair seemed a mess itself
Noah and Harold stood still watching with amazement, Harold finally took off his jacket and gave it to me to cover up, he handed over an inhaler to me and I appreciated his effort as I puffed air into my mouth. He led me away and out of the mess hall away from those prying eyes. When I figured out that we were alone I sobbed quietly as I recalled about my mum.
Harold watched me sob hard, he stood still and watched me cry out the agony my mind was passing through. His comforting aura made me loosen myself freely to the unbearable pain I was feeling. This was why I never really wanted him around me, I always find myself totally free when around him and that is something I don't want to admit to myself.
I was over thinking again, I always do. I always over think even the slightest bit of issues, I was bitterly mentally beating up myself until I felt those warm and soothing arms wrap around me. I relaxed at once and rested into the divine comfort of Harold's arms.
'Enough, Michelle enough of it already!' he stated calmly, but his firm and Chevy voice shook his entire chest which seemed quite funny to me, I found myself chuckling stupidly at the silly thought of my body vibrating because of how deep and baritone his voice sounded.
'what's funny' he asked and his voice vibrated again
I pulled away from his chest embarrassed greatly at how silly I was acting
'Nothing' I mouthed immediately, while wiping my face clean of the tears I had she'd earlier
'Thank you' I managed to say was lowly as I could
'You said what? ' Harold asked looking so quizzical, he acted like he hadn't heard me although he did
' thank you for helping me, Best friend' i mumbled shyly, this got Harold stupidly blushing. Something I doubt I have ever really seen in my past life.
'Are you blushing? ' I asked rhetorically , Harold looked like he wanted to die from embarrassment as he blushed harder,. He urgently pulled away from our hug
'I am not ' he stated almost with a loud threatening shout
'it seems to me like you are' I mocked him with a small throaty chuckle
He turned away from me and sped out of the gym locker
'you are lying ' I yelled after him while laughing hard at how embarrassed he had seemed after I had caught him blushing hard
HAROLD'S P. O. V
Michelle seemed to have figured out that I was into her. She evaded me like a plague.
I kept running around trying to walk up to her and ask her what was wrong? What she's up to? Why she has been avoiding me?
All these questions ran through my head but only she could answer them all at once, but she didn't seem too triggered to see me nor speak to me.
I gave up running after her and gave her what she wants, my distance. I figured out that if she wanted to talk, she knows where to find me.
Lunch period crept in slowly. the students of TRP most especially girls, didn't seem to have forgotten about me dining with Michelle in public eyes, they continually badgered her with unreasonable and sickening remarks and comment that made me feel guilty at how irrelevant my action of inviting her to the table was.
Twenty minutes after the bell for the lunch period was rung, I and the guys stepped out of Principal Werner's office, we had been called in for a complaint based on how obvious we showed our disdain towards the Jewish Gym teacher. The meeting had ended on a note of forewarning.
I salivated dreamily as we inched closer towards the mesh hall, Strawberry shortcake and Danish Apple pudding. I could almost feel the pudding's ethereal flavors. I was quite distant from whatever discussion the guys were making. I moved fast to claim my tray, faster than the guys did, they didn't seem to care how speedy and hyper I was.
We walked up to our Royal Space, the last seat of the twentieth row. The round magnificent table, hosted a total of fifteen chairs that are rarely always filled up. One attractive feature of this space that drew so much attention to it is cause of how close it is to the school's garden, the space was architecturally designed to share a bare glass with the garden that hoists the brightest and most fascinating flowers and plants, but also the space is elevated enough to have a perfect view of everything happening in the mesh hall.
So, it didn't take the boys and me two seconds before we sighted Jacqueline walking up to swollen Michelle, who didn't seem in search of a company like Jacqueline's. I sensed trouble.
I read their lips to stay updated about the situation of things. It didn't take long for me to realize the change in the tone of discussion because just as soon as they began discussing, they began fight
One thing I had discovered about Michelle late into the beginning of our friendship has children was about her anger. I had jerked off the head of one of her favorite first edition Barbie dolls, her father had gotten them for her at a vintage store, Michelle had beat me up real good practicing all her favourite Karate and Taekwando skills on me. The fact that I was her best friend didn't make her go easy on me, Michelle Nella Hudson gave me the whipping of my life. The next day my mum went to their home to tell her parents that our friendship was over
After a few occasional occurrence of her display of uncontrollable anger, the guys developed a phobia for her deadly tantrums. As I watched her throw her first punch at Jacqeline's face, it brought back memories of epic moments we had shared, although I never liked Jacqueline from the start but I felt compassion for her as Michelle struck her face hard, she flexed her palms before landing another hard slap to Jacqueline's face, I wanted to stand up and interrupt this fight but I figured out that Michelle wouldn't appreciate my efforts, she has secretly waited for this moments for weeks, I wasn't going to crash it for her.
Noah fought for control over his whole demeanor when another punch landed squarely in Michelle's stomach. I secretly disagreed with his partially sided support, how wasn't he showing any signs of concerns for his so called girlfriend
Noah attempted to stand from his seat, I stopped him in the process.
'you don't get involved in girls' fights so quickly, you allow them to wear themselves out before you get involve. If you go now they are both going to turn against you, but when you go later when they have both lost their strength, they would then appreciate you ' I spouted, trying my best to convince Noah to not get involved. One thing was clear, if Noah went there he would tend to cause more harm than good.
Noah agitated before buying my advice. I smiled cunningly the moment he sank into his seat.