Khahil, a middle class trying to fit in a private school full of all the rich and high class teens, sticks out of the crowd like a large pimple on a teen's forehead. Ready to pop! Trying his best to make it through the hectic lifestyle that is High school, he finds the whole experience getting difficult by each period. 

But by a chance of luck, he happens to catch the attention of a high class Avenue Girl named Cleo. And she seems to have a likening for him. 

Now caught up between what the people around him have to say about such an unusual relationship, and trying to make it through his last two years of High school. His life won't be the same as it once was before.

Avenue Girl

I got home that day, and started preparing my tools to dish out my revenge. Cleo kept on trying to call me, also leaving voice messages too. I still ignored her, simply because I didn't need any distractions from what I was planning to do the next day. 


I sleep that night ready for action tomorrow. Morning came and I grabbed my things for school, with determination burning in my eyes. 


I got to school, and seen Cleo waiting there for me. She already knows I won't talk to her today, so she doesn't waste her time trying. She in turn ignores me too. I'm not worried about this, YET. I stared down Mike all through the school day. "I need to time this just right", I told myself. 


I knew the only time I could catch Mike alone was when he was in the showers after sports. He loves staying there late after school. I hid myself in the shower room behind the empty lockers, and was eyeing him. And waiting for the right moment. 


 One by the one the shower room began to empty away with people, and soon all Mike's support was gone. It's just him and I now. I grabbed a face towel from my bag and a fresh bar of hard soap. I wrapped the towel around the soap, making sure I had a tight grip around it. Slowly I snuck up behind Mike, clearing away from his line of sight as he showered. He was distracted by a song he was singing, which made this even better. I stood behind him, lifting up the towel above his head. With one large smack I hit the side of his head with the hard bar of soap, knocking him to the ground. 


In a fit of anger I began beating him down with the soap. I kept at this, while he desperately tried to cover himself from all the painful strikes. He cried in pain, begging me to stop, but I kept going. His body began to swell up, as he was crying like a baby. I gave one fatal blow that broke the soap in half. 


Now standing back I looked at this crying Jock, with snot running down from his nose. In a bold voice I told him, "next time I'll use two bars of soap. And oooooou that's what you call a middle class ass whooping, so you're welcome" 


 I took my things and left him there to think about his life choices. I knew he wouldn't dare to snitch. This whole situation would damage his school cred, and if he does happen to snitch I'll gladly give him a second round. 


I walked out of the showers with a smile on my face. Knowing full well Mike wouldn't dare to mess with me after getting such serious soap bruises.


Soap bruises