Shit, that was a pretty fun time. Memories of last night come into my head. But my head is pounding and I feel like shit.
I look at the time 7:34. Ugh, I have school in 26 minutes. Do I really have to go? Yes. But do I really have to? Yes. Ugh. This is going to be such a great day.
As I slowly get up, I put on some clean clothes, not even bothering to take a shower. I decided to throw my hair into an easy ponytail and slowly make my way downstairs. Finding the Aspirin in one of the drawers, I pop a couple in my mouth before downing it with water. I finally grab my phone and keys before heading out to school.
Walking into school was almost like torture. There were people screaming and talking about things that I didn't care to listen to. I decided to make a quick trip to my locker and then to my class. That was until the tormenting jock blocked me from getting into my locker.
"I see you're still here, mute," He says. All I do is glare at him. I was not in a very good mood today and the last thing I wanted to deal with today was him. "Oh. I see you still can't speak," He continues. "Well, since you can't speak, doesn't that make you stupid too?" He asks, giving me a small shove. Now let me tell you, he was twice my size, but I hate being shoved around. I know when to protect myself when needed, but I usually don't need to. This man was never going to leave me alone, and my head was pounding like a nail.
"Leave her alone," Someone from the locker across from me says. He is wearing glasses. His brown hair is nicely combed to the side. He is wearing a very nice button-up shirt with black jeans and nice Nike shoes.
"Or what?" The jock asks the other kid while giving him a dangerous glare. The kid kind of just looked down before quickly walking the other way. Nice try buddy. "You look just like shit," He continues to torment me. "Maybe I should show you what we do with shit," He says before I notice him fisting his hands.
Before I knew it, I had him on the floor, repeatedly punching him in the face, and having him pleading me to stop. For some reason, I just couldn't. All of the anger that I held was just coming out, I couldn't control it. This is when I realized that no matter how much anger you hold, it'll come out sometime, somehow, even if you didn't know you were holding in anger.
"You think I'm scared of you," I ask him as I punch him again. "I hate you, but I didn't think you mattered until you were about to hit me," I tell him, punching again. "You're just a mean..." I punch him. "Bully and you deserve hell," I finish before standing up.
Before I knew it, the teachers were looking at the incident in shock. And everyone around was just staring at me. Wait, I just spoke in front of them. I heard clapping before I heard the voice of the principal over the intercom.
"Stella, come to the office now," She says. I could hear anger in her voice, but I had pride in myself. I became stronger in a way and I just put a man twice my height to the ground, blood around him. Walking into the principal's office, I had a smug look on my face, not caring what the repercussions were of my actions. "Oh, you think what you did was awesome?" She asks. I decide not to respond, I believe it's a trap. "Well, missy..." Before she could continue, the boy who was trying to protect me earlier walked into the office. "What do you want, Thomas?" She asks. The boy's combed brown hair was still nice, but a few strands were sticking out now.
"Ma'am, I understand that you believe she's at fault, but she was defending herself," He says, showing her his phone. The video showed the jock fisting up his hands and about to punch me.
"That's good footage," The principal says. "So she's the victim?" The principal asks.
"Yes," He says.
"How do you explain the blood?" She asks him.
"Well, that was her fault, but she did it for protection," The boy says.
"Oh, alright," The principal says. "Thank you, Thomas," She says before dismissing him. "I understand that it was self-defense," The principal begins. "Hoping that this will never happen again, I will only give you a week of detention and you will need to do three days of volunteering in the library. This means you will put books away and reorganize books, and things like that," She says. "I will have to inform your parents about this incident, but I will not put it on your student record, and I will inform your mother why this incident happened," She finishes.
I just nod in acceptance before she ushers me out of her office. I breathe out a breath of relief before making my way back to my locker. There were no longer students crowding that area and the jock was no longer there, so I grabbed my materials for my class before making my way there.
Walking into the class, I noticed the guy who drove me to the party was sitting in his usual seat. My head wasn't pounding as much, and I felt much better, especially after punching that jock. Sitting in my seat, I got everything I needed for this class and sat it in front of me. As I opened my book, I noticed the guy staring at me with fascination.
"Can I help you?" I ask him, looking into his eyes. They looked so familiar, a hazel-blue color.
"Just looking," He says, pretending to look at the page I turned to.
"Here," I tell him, scooting my book closer to him. "I'll share," I tell him.
"Ezra," The teacher begins. "Where's your book?" The teacher walks up to our table.
"Well, sir," The guy next to me begins. So that's his name. "I forgot it," Ezra finishes before the teacher glares at him. Before the teacher could get after him, I spoke up.
"I'm okay to share, Mr. Oker," I tell the teacher. The teacher nods his head before walking back up to the front of the class and continuing his lesson.
"Thank you," Ezra says, giving me that same look again.
"Look," I tell him, pointing to where we are. He listens but eventually gets distracted again.
"I didn't know you spoke," Ezra says, watching me again.
"Okay," Is all I could say before I began to ignore his eyes and focus on what the teacher was speaking about.