Chapter Three

{Kennedy Simms POV}

After Mr. Jones walked away, I followed his directions. I saw Jazz waiting for me outside the girls locker room. "Hey." I walk up to her pulling her into a hug.

"Hey. How'd first period go?" She questions as we enter the locker room.

"It didn't." I state simply. She rolls her eyes. She's used to my lack of words, but that doesn't mean she likes it.

"And what does that mean?"

"It means that Sasha had to run her big mouth and I stormed out before I wrap my hands around her scrawny little neck." She nods knowingly.

"Okay, so we can basically pick any locker in here. Just ask coach and he'll give you a lock. I can wait with you after class since we have 3rd together." She suggests.

"Yeah. Thanks, bitch." I smile.

A lot of people never understood how Jazz and I got on so well. While she's over-dramatic, outgoing, loud, bubbly, and a little preppy, I'm the exact opposite. I'm very sarcastic, a little devious, smart, quiet, and done with everyone's petty shit. *insert wink face (;* But opposites attract right? I love her and everything she is. I may not always show it, but I'm so grateful for her. And I love her for understanding that I prefer quiet but also knowing when I need my Jazz energy even when I won't say it.

"Always got my main bitch." She grins back.

"Awh! Guys, it's cute how they insult each other and don't even know it." Jazz cringes when she hears the voice. "Turn around and face me." She tries to poke at me.

"J, let's go talk to coach. I'm not dressing out today." I state and grab her hand walking straight out of the locker room.

"Oh! Hello, you must be Ms. Kennedy Simms." I see a short-ish man, maybe 5'8, with a shiny Mr. Clean chrome-dome hair.

Why do teachers say Ms or Mr before our names? They're the teachers, not us.

"Yessir." I reply.

"I'm assuming Jazz has filled you in, but if you could stop by my office after class. I'll write you a hall pass for your next class." I nod. He blows his whistle.

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PE was rather boring. It was a 'free' day in the large gym. No one really did anything, well except a few guys who were playing basketball.

After class, I stayed as promised. Coach (Mr. Alves) wanted to get my preferred size for the PE uniform shirt. We all have to wear the shirt, but our bottom can be whatever. So now me and Jazz are heading towards 3rd hour. 3rd hour. My eyes widen. "No!" I shout out as we walk out of the gym, onto the track.

"Hey, are you okay?" Jazz asks, looking very concerned and confused.

"Yeah." I clear my throat. "Just worried." This is Jazz, even though she might blow it out of proportion, she's still my best friend. I can tell her anything.

"About?"

"Uh. Come to mine tonight? I'll explain there." She looks at me quizzically. "I don't want nosy high schoolers in my business. That's how drama and rumors start, by not knowing time and place for certain things to be discussed."

"Right. Ok, this is Mr. Jones' Class. Do yo-."

"Hey, bitch. You can't just walk away from me." I groan, knowing all too well that the high-pitched voice belongs to the spawn of Satan. Don't insult Lucifer. What did he ever do? I snort at my own thoughts.

"Sorry, I like totally did not know you wanted to talk to me." I say, turning around to face her, smiling sarcastically.

"You think you're so tough, don't you?" She questions, look at her almost-too-perfect nails.

"Yes." I answer simply.

"C'mon, let's go inside. I don't want you getting suspended on you first day. Especially when you have your siblings to look after." Jazz whispers to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the classroom door. I nod, knowing she was right.

"Such a sad excuse of a family. But I mean if I were her parents, I'd want to be dead too."

"Oh shit." Jazz mutters, she let's go of my hand and scurries off inside. I'm assuming to inform Mr. Jones or something. I know she'd never want me to get in trouble and that's why she's getting him. True friends always look for your best interest even if you don't like what they're doing. They always want what's best for you.

"Do you maybe want to say that to my face this time." I grit out while slowly turning around. I glared in her direction and I see her visibly flinch. I could feel the anger consuming me, rolling off of me in waves.

"If I was your parents, I'd want to be dead too." She repeats, trying to be brave. I storm towards her and throw my fist into her throat. She immediately starts coughing. I hear multiple gasps behind me. I spin around so fast, I think I got whiplash. The whole class, including Mr. Jones just saw that. Oh.

I shrug and turn back around to see the bitch holding her throat on the floor. "Run your mouth some more, bitch. I dare you. Have a divine fucking day, but do me a favor? Get hit by bus." I turn around and do a little curtsy. "Thank you for your time, I probably won't be here until next Monday." I smile, sarcastically.

"Ms. Kennedy Simms! Come to the principles office now!" I hear a women shout and I look around, not knowing where. A few seconds later, a women a little under 5 foot dressed a red pencil skirt and white blouse and a perfect brunette bun. Yikes.

"Oh! There's the voice!" I exclaim. "Why do teachers call us Ms. and Mr. We're not the disrespected staff who don't give a fuck about bullying in school." I look to my left and see a 'Bullying is NOT Tolerated' poster. "Oh wow! Such a fucking cliche!" I point to the poster and let out and ironic laugh. "We do NOT tolerate bullies, right? I like how I get called to the principal's office for defending myself, while the bully is holding her throat, finally getting what she deserves. Talk shit, get hit. It's that simple." I shrug, running my hands through my hair, ruffling the curly mess a little bit. I look around and take note of people. Some students are shocked, some are impressed, some are bored, and some are annoyed. I didn't notice that the whole floor is not in the hallway watching the encounter. How dramatic! I look over at Jazz and see her smiling like she just got told she won the lottery, winning $10M and getting to fly to Rome, Italy for free. Mr. Jones has his arms crossed, leaning against the wall with a thoughtful expression. Why didn't he intervene?

"Oh. And how exactly are you being bullied?" The little lady asks.

"Dammit. And to think I could just have a chill senior year." I mutter under my breath, though from some of the snorts of laughter from some onlookers, I guess it wasn't as quiet as I had thought. "So as some of you are aware about 3 almost 4 years ago, my parent's died in a car accident. It wasn't the accident that caused their death, no, the car caught on fire. Burning them alive while 3 of their children look on, helplessly hearing their cries for help. For them, for their children. And not only did that cockroach" I point to the withering big baby on the floor, still holding her throat. "approach me 3 times to start shit, each time she brought up my parents. If getting throat punched isn't justice, you're stupid and need to reevaluate your poor life decisions."

The principal's face looks priceless. She shakes her head. "Come to the office, we'll get this sorted out. Clear the hallway. Go back to class." Teachers start gathering their classes and students disperse into the rooms, leaving booming silence behind them.

"Bitch that was so dramatic and badass!" Jazz gushes while hugging me. I laugh and sheepishly shrug. "I love you so much! Geez, can you even believe how much of a goddess my best friend is. God, your sexy ginger ass and your heroism; I've never found you sexier." She smirks.

I reach my hand to gently caress her jaw. I pull her in and crash my lips against hers for a few seconds. I pull away and plant open-mouth kisses on her cheek, down her jaw, towards her ear. I nibble her earlobe slightly and whisper softly, "Bitch, I'm always sexy." I jump away and laugh at her face.

"Are you sure you're not a lesbian?" She questions.

"Only for you." I wink. I turn around only to face Mr. Jones. Oh my God! My cheeks start heating up. NO! I DO NOT BLUSH!

"The principal awaits, Ms. Simms." He winks and walks away.

"Okay." I shrug. She can keep waiting.

"He totally just flirted with you!" Jazz squeals. I roll my eyes.

"I'm sure he did." I scoff, amused with Jazz's antics.

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