Chapter 4: In My Dreams

    I was so eager to run away but when I turned my back, I saw Mr. Martz, our creative writing teacher. He's standing in front of me while fixing her circle eyeglasses

He immediately held both of my shoulders and turn my body around, now I'm back facing the stupid wooden door.

   "Just go in, Ms. McCurie. I know you're a candidate for the first receiver of yellow card this school year. So let's do everything we can to avoid that," he said and pushes me inside. 

    I thought I already got one?! 

    "And I know my subject is your favorite," he whispered.

    Ok.... He's actually right.

    Damn it.

    Bad genius Nicky surely did an unofficial calculation of my skipped class hours and the only real thing is that Clyde really saw me and the told her.

    I went towards my seat in the middle row. On my left is Febby, a B-type level of intelligence but very problematic. And on my right is the reckless guy. I saw the salad of despair in my table with a yellow sticky note, written on it was "Sorry…. –Jack". So he's name's Jack? 

    I smirked as I hold it tightly, intentionally crumpling the fragile box. With abruptly manner, I slammed the box of salad.

    "Do think I am a goat?" I asked him I rudely asked then hissed. 

    I did not have the chance to see his reaction because Mr. Martz started the class and I'd rather listen to his discussion than mind Jackass beside me. 

    In the middle of discussion, Mr. Martz suddenly said, "Oh, I just remembered. The National Creative Writing Contest is now open for registration. If any of you wishes to join the details are posted at the main bulletin."

    And, nobody cares. Except for me I guess. I have always wanted to submit a form but I don't have the courage to do it.

    The class ended and without any delay I stood up and put all my things back in my bag and started walking. But I felt a strong force from my wrist that held me back. As I turned around, I saw a big hand wrapped around my wrist, it's Jack's.

 "What?!" I asked full of irritation. And pulled my wrist out of his hand. 

" Name?" he asked me. 

  Wow, what the heck he wants from me? 

 "I don't want a new friend," I replied harshly. 

  He let out a 'pft!' sound. 

   "Shasta, you surely are not a fraud," he said, leaving me in confusion. 

    So he actually knows my name? Wow. He's treating me like some easy girl he can joke with. 

   "What the hell are you saying?" I asked him.

   "In the middle of the night, in my dreams," he sang. 

   "TS?" I impulsively asked.

   "Yes. Ready for it, reputation album, SIGNED," he flexed. 

   I'm so… jealous. I have Tay's rep album but it's not signed. Lucky, bastard. 

    Before I got fully distracted by his signed album, I started asking questions.

  "Dreams? What dreams? What are your dreams? Do you perhaps dream about the same person over and over agai- "

  "Yes, and you perfectly resemble each other. From face structure up to attitude," he cut me off. 

  "HEY!" I shouted feeling offended. 

  After that he turned his back away from me and run fast heading outside.

  WHAT THE HELL?????????

  HE LEFT ME LIKE THAT??

  "HEY! YOU JERK! STOP RUNNING! I HAVE QUESTIONS!" I vociferate, I can already feel the laceration of my throat but Jack-ass just increased his full speed. 

"IF EVER I SEE YOU STOP RUNNING I'LL CUT OFF AND MINCE YOUR LEGS AND I WILL FEED THEM TO YOU!" I felt my voice cracked after vomiting such loud noises. I already stopped chasing him because obviously he's a monster and he will never stop running even if I die chasing him. 

   "Jerk," I murmured while catching my breath. Both of my hands are resting on my knee for support and my sweats are wholesome continuously flowing around my face and upper body. 

   I was regaining myself when I saw Victoria. Class B. Student council's treasurer and a psychotic beotch. 

   "Long time no see, SD. I see you will be the first receiver of yellow warning, are you ready for your punishment?" then she laughed trying to mock me.

I know why she's being excited about it. It's because yellow warning punishment is decided by the student council and she thinks she holds power because she's part of it.

   Truth be told, she really holds power because she has position. I am not sure what she's up to but she has been picking me since the first day. And I am not really scared.

   "UHHHHHHH, I'm so scared!" I answered sarcastically and rolled my eyes. 

   "You should be," she answered ignoring my sarcasm.

   I shrugged my shoulder and mouthed, "I don't think so", to annoy her more. 

   Out of annoyance she pushed my right shoulder using her filthy hand, since I have bruise it hurts me like hell making me fall on my butt. 

    Victoria laughed so loud before kneeling down leveling my face and held my chin using her ugly hand gripping my face. Nosy students are circling us around and gossiping about the-Unbothered-Shasta-Daisy vs. the-Complete-Bitch-Victoria. 

   "I thought I can play you longer, but look at you right now-" she smirked and looked down on me like a predator and I am her helpless prey- "you are so easy," she offensively said. 

    Before she can even hurt me more- physical or verbal, I slapped her face forceful almost making it turn 360 degrees and making her fall helplessly on the marble floor. 

    "You should have held my hands, not my chin," I told her and grab her hair. 

   "I told you to stop minding me already, but look what you made me do."

    "You should stop quoting TS songs, plagiarizer," she argued that's why I grab her hair tighter. 

    "AAAH!" she shouted in pain. 

    "I've been patient to you, you know? I told you three times to stop bothering me but you're still acting like a queen bee," I told her with my monotone voice and squeezing her hair harder. 

   "You're no queen nor princess, you're just an empty can being loud," I whispered. 

   Then she suddenly grabbed my hair tighter. 

   "You should have held my hands, not just my hair," she said rephrasing my words, making me taste my medicine. 

   Then, we started pinching and slapping each other in any part of the body we can reach. I can feel my scalp ripping and patch of pains both of my arms.

   But she suddenly stops hurting me and started crying instead. 

   "Bitch," I whispered and use the great advantage she gave me. I started pinching her shoulders and I never stopped gripping her hair. I'll give her bruises as much as I can produce.

   "STOOOOOOP!" I heard someone shouted and when I looked at where the thunder voice came, I saw the deadly president.  

    His hair is messy and he's giving us death glares using her sky blue eye balls. 

   "Hot," I murmured. 

    I pulled Victoria's hair one more time before completely standing up. 

   "TO MY OFFICE!" he shouted once again. 

   "Calm down, Pres," I suggested.

    "NOW!" he shouted again using his deep voice. Making Victoria and everyone else jumped in fear. 

    He just can't calm eh.