Come What May

“Hey Mary, don’t look now but there is a prep staring at you.” My friend, Emi said.

“Why should I give a fuck exactly?”

“I’m not saying you should but he is.”

I rolled my eyes and looked at Emi.

“Look, I couldn’t care less about some stupid swag fag staring at me. Unless Andy Biersack from Black Veil Brides is sitting at that table looking at me like a fresh meal, I don’t care.”

“Jeez, keep you nasty little fantasies to yourself.”

“Once you stop telling me how cute your cat is I will.”

She groaned and crossed her arms. Her green eyes trailed the other table and I rolled mine. She was being ridiculous about this whole damn thing. Who the fuck cares about some prep staring at me?

“Mary, just look!”

“Fine.” I groaned.

I looked over and saw the kid from earlier staring dead at me. His eyes were this beautiful shade of blue and it was mesmerizing. I couldn’t believe that anyone besides Andy could…he looked like him too. His bone structure was so similar.

“Excuse me.”

I got up and walked over to the preps table. It was inhabited by the cheerleaders, jocks and swag fags. I would never immerse myself in this crowd but I had to talk to him. I couldn’t let him know that he got under my skin though. Tough girl façade activate.

“Hey swag fag, why are you staring at me?”

He smirked and looked at his friends.

“Why would I stare at you? Oh that’s right so I can analyze how much of a stain you are. I wonder what emo cutter factory exploded all over you. I mean do you seriously think that’s hot. I’ve seen better looking clothes on a dog. But then you again you are a dog, aren’t you bitch?”

“What did you just call me?!”

“A bitch, a female dog, an animal. Jeez, are you ugly and stupid?”

I was about to swing on him and when my friend, who I hadn’t realized was behind me, grabbed my arms and held me back.

“Let me go I’m going to kill him.”

“Don’t sacrifice me to the devil.” He joked.

“Come on, I have to kill him after that.”

“No you don’t. Let’s go.”

She somehow picked me up and carried me back to the table.

“What the fuck?! I could’ve turned him into mush and used his skull as a sacrifice, what the hell, Kay?”

“Look, you and I have to dominate this world and I can’t do that if you’re in prison. So leave the swagglet alone.”

“Ugh, fine!”

“That’s my good girl, now draw your pictures and forget the prep.”

“Whatever.”

I pulled out my sketchpad created a picture of pure black and red. I nearly ripped my page because I was sketching so harshly. I fucking hate him! He was so nice this morning and suddenly his fucking prep attitude kicked in and he acted like a huge dick. Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!

“Mary!”

I looked up and saw my friends staring at me.

“What?”

“Dude, you’ve turned your paper into a death trap.”

I looked down and saw that you could barely make out the page anymore. It was just a black and red mess. I sighed and put my pencil down. My gaze wandered the prep that was again looking at me. I scoffed and put my hand up and stuck up my middle finger. He turned away and I turned back to my friends.

“I have home ec next period, that fucking sucks. I hate it because I don’t cook, I burn.” Emi whined.

“I’m sure those Italian roots will kick in and you’ll make a killing. Stop complaining, bitch.”

“Well then.”

We laughed and I could feel a pair of eyes on my neck. I refuse to turn around. I heard the bell ring and I took it as a sign from Satan. He heard my silent prayers. I got up and exited the cafeteria; I clenched my drawings close to my chest and walked down the halls to my next class. That’s when I felt someone grab my hair. I was yanked back and my head hit the ground hard and my vision was slightly blurred. When it cleared I saw the head cheerleader and resident bitch, Julianna standing above me.

“Why were you insulting my man earlier today? Do you have any idea what I could do to you?”

“Do you honestly think I give a fuck? And get your hands off of me before I rip your face off with my teeth.”

“You’re a psycho!”

I groaned and got up off the floor. I pushed her into the lockers and punched her in the face. I heard a crack and I knew I broke her expensive nose. She hit the ground and I kicked in the throat and she started coughing.

“Stop messing with me! I thought we went over this.”

I picked up my things and walked to my next class and sat in the back. I fucking hate this school and the people it. I resorted to sketching to get over my troubles.

“Mary, face forward please.”

“Sir, I’m not in the mood so just ignore me like everyone else in this school does, okay?”

“You will focus up front; young lady or you’ll be in detention.”

“How about you go fuck yourself?”

He made a face at me and I was two seconds from throwing my entire sketchpad at him and shoving chalkboard erasers down his throat.

“Mr. J, just ignore the emo, she’ll probably kill herself anyway.” The prep from earlier chuckled.

I gripped my book in my hands and got up. I walked over to his seat and he looked up at me.

“Do you want something?”

I brought my arms above my head and brought them back down and my book collided with his head and face. The class erupted into ooh’s and ahh’s and one of his prep friends held me back from killing him.

“Take her to the dean’s office.”

My foster mother was going to be so angry but I couldn’t care less. He fucking deserved it and that cheerleader bitch deserved it.

Notes

Its here and this one was written by me.