This Is Our Sweet Blasphemy

I was really interested in what Andrew was about to say, I was so close to finding out something new about him.

His head snapped to where the sound was coming from, and I did the same. I saw a thin blonde on the floor and a raven-haired-with-too-much-mascara chick was standing above her. The girl who was on the floor started weak attempts in getting to her feet, telling the girl to stop and was about to say something starting with “But I-” before she earned a slap across the face from the raven haired girl. Everyone started standing, some even got out of their places and created a circle around the two girls, in just a few seconds they were covered by the mass and I couldn’t see them at all. I was already standing without knowing and I headed towards the fight. Andrew was still in shock by what was happening, but when he saw me moving he followed.

I wondered where the other teachers were, I didn’t even know if there were any teachers in the cafeteria right now, Andrew might be the only ‘authority’ there, and he sure wasn’t doing much. I pushed pass the curious girls and saw how things had escalated quickly. The raven-haired girl was on top of the blonde screaming something to her which I couldn’t make out completely because her screams were pitched and deafening. Raven was ‘punching’ Blondie. I say ‘punching’ because she had her hands open in slap mode and it looked more like she was face palming her repeatedly; I guess she was just looking out for her manicure. That’s when I realized how girls don’t know how to fight anymore these days. Blondie started crying and I was able to understand one of the words Raven was screaming at her: worthless.

And that’s when I lost it.

I’ve been called worthless before. Hell, my parents called me that numerous times before. At school, the people who called me that usually went home with a bruise, but just because I beat the crap out of them doesn’t mean what they said didn't hurt. It was far worse when my parents said it though, because I couldn’t exactly slap my dad across the face; it’s lead me to think that maybe they were right, maybe I was worthless, I sure wasn’t valuable at all. I swore a lot, I wasn’t lady-like, I didn’t care about being presentable, I wasn’t social, I also wasn’t socially acceptable.

In the end I guess that’s what makes you valuable. You’re different. If you’re a miner and stumble across thousands of diamonds, you’ll be stupefied, and while looking across those piles of diamonds you find one beautiful red ruby, the only thing you’ll be curious about is that one ruby. Why? Because she’s different and one of a kind.

I went behind Raven and yanked at her ponytail, snapping her head backwards which made her let go of Blondie who had a nose bleed from the furious face palming and her light blue eyes were red, tears all over her face. She scrambled back-wards into the arms of the priest who was trying to calm her down I heard him faintly say “It’s okay Ivy, get someone to go to the nurse with you…” Ivy? Isn’t Ivy my roommate?

My thoughts were interrupted by an annoying high pitched voice saying “Who do you think you are? Don’t touch me bitch.” She had her face in front of mine and I could smell her strong-ass perfume, I knew I could take her on in a fight, but she actually had a chance of winning if she approached me just a few centimeters more and intoxicated me with her chemical smells. I raised my eyebrows at her; did she really just call me a bitch?

Okay, let's get this straight: she interrupted my conversation with Andrew, she beated my roommate, she called my roommate worthless, and she calls me a bitch? Oh she is so on my dark list. I didn’t really have a dark list, but I just mentally created one with her name on the top, underlining that shit twice.

I clenched my fist and punched her in the nose. Maybe I couldn’t pick up luggage without stumbling but at least I could throw a punch. It wasn’t that strong though, but Raven stumbled backwards all the same, clutching her nose and giving out a squeal. I swear to the God I don’t believe in; if she gave one more high-pitched scream, squeal, whatever, I would punch her again. In the nose. Hard.

She checked her hand to see if her nose was bleeding, I wasn’t. Yet. She glared at me like it was bleeding “Ugh!” and there goes another high-pitched groan, or squeal, I don't know. I started approaching her to finally knock her out cold when I felt thin, cold hands wrap around my arms and hold me back.

“Macy,” I could feel his breath against my neck while he talked “I told you if you got into anymore fights you would get suspended.”

She glared at me some more before turning her gaze to Andrew and becoming all sweet-like. “Sorry Father Andy, I might have gone a little over board…” She gave a short, innocent, high-pitched giggle.

‘A little overboard’? Girl, you need to take some pills to calm the fuck down. My brain started thinking of the thought of her going ‘a little overboard’ with the pills too. I gave a smug smile. I was completely calm right now seeing that she wasn’t a threat anymore once Andrew got here. Though he still had his hands around my arms, keeping me close to his chest; I didn’t know if it was because he thought I could go wild on Raven girl, who was called Macy, at any given moment, or if it was because he liked keeping me close. “Go to the principal’s office; tell her you got into a fight again.” he said. I was intrigued by the way he said that, he was calm and sounded very confident.

Macy passed by me, bumping my shoulder. I didn’t know if that was a threat or not, because if it was, it sucked. Once she was out of the cafeteria, the others who were watching the whole scene didn’t know what to do once the buzz stopped. “Well? What are you guys looking at? Get out of here.” I growled, they’ve all seen what I did to Macy so they quickly went back doing whatever they were doing before this all happened.

Andrew carefully and slowly let go of me, pushing me gently forward so when I turned I didn’t bump into him. “So…” I said casually “Andy huh?”

He just smirked at my stupid comment and got out another paper. He quickly scribbled something and handed it to me. For the second time today, my brain thought he was going to give me his phone number. When I read the paper though, it read: 1h of detention. Once again, for the second time today.

“What? Why? I saved Ivy from getting her ass beat up!” I shouldn’t be getting detention; I should be getting an applause.

“You almost made Macy go bald and then punched her in the nose; and if I didn’t hold you back you were going to do it again.” he was smirking again, so I guess my aggression toward bitches amused him. However, Mr. Smirky did have a point; I fought too, so I guess I was a bit guilty…

“Please, it’s not like she can’t walk anymore or anything.” Not two hours of detention guilty though. (What can I do, I’m stubborn…)

I glared at him but he didn’t seem at all fazed by my hate, he just looked me in the eyes. “Shouldn’t you be going to bed Miss Adams? It’s awfully late already.” He said politely and it was obvious he was trying to get rid of me and my whining. And I thought, for a second, he wanted me close to him. Ugh, Andrew is such a bitch sometimes.

I held the paper in my hand and started heading out of the cafeteria, next to the exit there was a trash can in which I had no problem throwing away the detention paper. I could feel the priest on my heels “Are you really going to make me give you another one?” he muttered quietly, almost whispering.

I smiled even though he couldn’t see me “Why are you following me?” I said equally quiet.
“Just because I’m the priest doesn’t mean I don’t sleep.” He was definitely whispering now, “I’m heading to the church, and the exit is in the same direction as your room, coincidence.” He added, with a hint of sarcasm in the word 'coincidence', as if I could’ve taken his first sentence two ways.

I stopped in front of my door, but Andrew just kept walking, rude. He had his hands behind his back and he was standing straight “Night then…” I mumbled very softly, maybe too softly because he kept walking, “Well goodnight then… Andy.” I said a bit louder, but not loud enough for the girls behind the wooden doors to hear if they were awake. At the mention of his nickname coming from my mouth, Andrew stopped, hesitated, and turned to look at me, “Goodnight Vic.” He smirked again and went outside, leaving me in the faint lights of the sinister corridor.
***
It was dark, the moon and stars shined above, we were sitting on top of a low wall, facing each other, he had his hand resting on my thigh and the other one holding mine. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you like that…” he spoke softly, his low voice made me melt inside. “It’s okay, Andy…” I gave him a small smile, and he smiled back. He kissed me, and I kissed him back. He tasted like blueberry for some strange reason. I felt his hand travel from my thigh to my hips and inside my shirt; in reply, I put my hand around his neck and started massaging his neck softly, drawing circles with my fingers. His hand was on my chest now, it traveled upwards and was holding my cheek, his hands were cold. My shirt was almost off and I guess that’s what he was going for. He broke the kiss lightly and put his lips next to my ear and whispered, very softly, very low, very sexy, “I want you to wake up.”

I opened my eyes with a jolt, Ivy was hovering over me, “Oh finally!” she smiled; she had a sweet soothing voice, like a mother. And she looked excited. “It’s 5:45, we need to head to the church! It’s nice to meet you by the way, and thank you for yesterday…” She spoke in a rush and faintly blushed at the end.

I almost forgot about church and that left me with a moment of happiness, but now I was going to have to hurry myself to get ready. I gave Ivy a quick, small smile so she understood that I heard her, and got up to brush my teeth, I didn’t like talking before brushing my teeth.

I hurried myself to find my uniform and put it on. I brushed my hair and put on a thin coat of eyeliner before joining Ivy and walking to church. Ivy looked like a shy person, but I guess that since I helped her out yesterday she allowed herself to talk a lot. I didn’t mind it really, she understood that I didn’t like talking in the morning, so she let me just listen to her. While she was talking I remembered I had two hours of detention cleaning up the church. This day is just getting better and better.

I’m not going to talk about the dream, shut up.

Notes

I'm not gonna lie... i did fangirl a tiny bit when my story got rated 10.0, thanks so much guys! Keep commenting what you think by the way, it motivates me to write :)