chapter 52

LUCY'S POV

I hate Mondays. If anyone says they like it, It's going to be hard to stop myself from smacking them. What's good about waking up after relaxing for two days doing absolutely nothing, and then heading to school early because you have a test.

I swear these teacher know what they do. I think they have secret meetings where they plan to give all their tests on Mondays knowing that students won't be prepared.

I glance down at the paper on my desk with despair. We have a pop quiz on maths today and I didn't study. How could I, with all the distractions I've had the past week. Not that it would make a difference though.

I sigh loudly.

"Lucy, I would appreciate it if you didn't disturb everyone with your loud breathing". Mr Clark comments from his desk

"And I would appreciate it if you didn't give a ding dang pop quiz on a Monday, but looks like we are both losers" I say with a sassy tone and a totally fake smile.

He growls, but doesn't say anything, going back to his work. Everywhere goes back to being silent. I kinda wish he said something else, because now I still have this test in front of me. I take a glance around and everybody is elbow deep into their paper, their hands moving like the speed of light.

Hmm. . . Maybe if I put my pen and pretend to write, something may actually happen. I know it sounds stupid but I seriously have no other option. I stare at the sheet menacingly as though to tell it that I'm in charge. I start scribbling away happily.

"Umm. . . Blondie," he calls and I look up, "I don't think there are any maps in maths that I know of" he said looking from my sheet to me quizzically. I look down on my sheet and see that I've actually been drawing- heck! I don't even know what I'm drawing.

"Yeah, well maybe you don't know about it because you haven't read it yet!" I snap at him. Fucking know-it-all! He shrugs and doesn't say anything facing forward. I look down at my paper. As much as I just happen to love maths, note the sarcasm, I can't fail it. Failing it means, summer school.

And, I + Mr Clark + Summer school = Total and utter destruction.

See? I know how to solve some maths problems! I grin to myself. Looking down at my paper again, I frown and groan loudly.

"Ugghhh!"

Mr Clark raises his head from his work, giving me a hard glare which I return happily, and goes back to his work. I slump in my chair already accepting defeat.

Unless. . .

Sitting outwardly, I raise my head as high as it could go, peering over Cole's shoulder to his paper. I see he's already done with his work, and is doodling on his desk. He must be so smart to be done with Mr Clark's quiz quickly.

As quickly and stealthily as I could, I copied half of his paper. And as I turned the sheet to continue, he rested his hands over it, completely blocking it from my view.

Shit!

And when I was almost done too! I glance at my half done sheet, then at his. Call me greedy, but there's no way, he could finish his and I couldn't do the same. I could totally hear the voices of all the motivational speakers in my head, encouraging me. With my mind set, I scribble away my heart content.

Finally the bell rung, and with a sigh of relief, I passed my sheet nonchalantly to Mr Clark, who also received it nonchalantly, and left the class. I strode to my locker, opened it, took out a few book replacing them with the one I didn't need and walked over to Grammer class. On my way, I was intercepted by Cole.

"Hey lu-lu!" He greets, and I ignore him. I turn around heading towards the stairs away from him, but he's there too. "I feel like you're ignoring me." He states, poking my right side. I giggle, then try to mask it. I'm very ticklish there.

"Wow! So laughter can actually escape your luscious lips!" He exclaims with a shocked expression, to which I roll my eyes at. "Now I know I've seen everything!" He adds

"I didn't laugh." I deny, ignoring the part abut my lips. "It was a slight cough you heard." I say. From his looks, I can tell he doesn't believe me, but he doesn't say otherwise.

"Whatever floats your boat." He shrugs. We turn left heading towards the grammar class. "So. . . How was the quiz?" He inquires.

I groan. "Fucking awful!" I declare. "It seems my hatred for maths, surpasses that of yours." I give him a quick glance. "You should be happy!" I state.

"Oh, your most gracious majesty!" He claims, "thank you for your kind generosity, which you have bestowed on me." He states, adding a mock bow for effect.

I didn't bat an eye, just kept on walking. As we reach the entrance, my hand already on the door handle to open the door. "Hold on!" He stops me. I groan dropping my hand to my side.

"What is it Cole?" I say with a monotonous voice.

"But on a serious note," he says with a thoughtful look, "why do you hate me?" He asks.

"Seriously? That's what you're asking me?" I ask arms folded, looking at him weirdly.

"Yep! I mean girls fall at my feet just sighting me from afar but not you. Why?" He nods, mirroring my posture. A minute turns to two, then five, and I still haven't said anything.

"I don't have time for this Cole." I say walking around him as he obstructed the way. He holds my wrist, dragging me back, and pulling me closer to him.

"Come-on lucy!" He pushes me gently against a wall. "I want to know why!" He says, his breath fanning on my cheeks. He's too close to me for my liking. My breathing starts to falter as my chest heaves; the memories start to return to me. I struggled with breathing, my breaths coming out in gasps.

"You worthless girl!" He slurs as he slaps me across the face. "I hate you, I despise you!" He hits me, staggering slightly

"Stop!" I cry. "Please stop! You're hurting me!" He pins me on the wall, tears falling from my eyes.

"You deserve worse than this. You disgusting slut." He spits distastefully, palms landing on my cheeks. "You don't deserve love, no man or boy will ever love you! You sicken me!"

I fall to the ground looking into Cole's panicked eyes, and black out.

***

Slowly opening my eyes, I see a bright bulb shining directly into my face. I turn to my left, and see Cole biting his nails, with a worried look.

"If you keep on biting them, people may start to question if you have actually had food" I croak, turning to my side, and closing my eyes again.

I open them immediately as he jolts abruptly, and cries out, "Fuck! Man, I bit myself!" He says wagging his finger in the air.

"Such a baby." I roll my eyes.

"Am not!" He states.

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am n-"

"Enough! What happened?" I ask cutting him off and looking into his pouting face. I don't bother asking what period it is because, frankly I didn't care.

"You fainted." He says slowly. I take a deep breath. "I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking, I shouldn't have done that." He said, head bowed low. I sigh. It's not his fault, he didn't know. No one knows.

"It's cool." I reply. "But now I have to kill you!" I state with a deadly look. He shoots me a glance.

"What the hell are you talking about? Kill me? Why? For helping you?" He asks confused and a bit alarmed.

"Yes."

"You're insane!"

"Glad you finally figured that out!" I chuckle. I sit up, turning, then hop off the bed. "Where is the nurse anyway?" I ask, noticing an empty table.

"Why do you ask? Aren't I a better nurse?" He asks and smirks.

"No. You are not!" I deadpan. He smirks, "a lot of girls would disagree with you." He insists.

"Like I said before, I'm not-"

"Like them." He grins cutting me off. "I know." He says staring at me, as though trying to find out some hidden secret. Well too bad he isn't going to find anything.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." I smirk at him.

"Already did." He smiles also smirking.

"Pervert!" I exclaim moving towards the door.

Just then Tamara rushes in, swinging the door open. It collides with my face, and the force pushes me to fall on the floor as I hold my nose.

"Motherfucking cunt! Fuck, fuck!" I cuss as I hold my nose. Little drops of blood slips from my hand and starts to drop on the floor. "Ugghhh!" I groan painfully.

"Oh my god!" Tamara rushes to my side on the floor. "I am so sorry, lucy." She apologies, "I didn't know you were at the back of the door." She explains hurriedly. I pinch my nose, while tilting my head up, to stop the flow.

"Hey Cole, don't just stand there, help me with a towel." I say turning to him. He's visibly shaking, staring from me to the blood on the floor. "Cole?" I squeak. He's breathing becomes laboured.

Then he faints too.

Great! Just what I fucking needed. . .