Haters Love

I, Scarlett Rose hate Jason Mcorvic. That is the one vow I intend to keep. I think this over and over again in my head while I walk down the hall trying to get to 6th period, gym. Ugh. I hate it.

Gym is the literal thing that can kill someone. Mainly me.

Mr. Shepard is the general of my high school. Everyone is afraid of him, including me. Now, we all know that when he makes us run all those awful laps that he is not checking on how we are doing, I mean if checking out the girls butt’s to see if we are still breathing is doing your job, then do it. Please note the heavy sarcasm.

All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain in my hands, knees, and on the left side of my ribs. My books and papers are all over the hallway floor. I look behind me to see who elbowed me and find the one person I did not have the time nor want the time to see.

“Sorry fatty, you’re just taking up the whole hallway. Maybe if you cut back on all those donuts you’ve been having, then maybe we could all fit.” Jason said over his shoulder. I see the big ass smirk on his face and I just want to slap it off. I look down at my self, my boobs were normal size and my butt too. Well maybe they are a little big but whatever.

I know for sure that I’m not fat, big boned yes. But not fat. My black skinny jeans hugging all of my curves nicely and my white and black fish net shirt shows off my boobs enough for me to not be called a hoe and it covers enough for me not to get dress coded.

As usual Jason is wearing black skinny jeans with a dark blue T-Shirt, with his gold chain and a black leather jacket to fully complete the bad boy look. You see me and Jason are beyond enemies, we hate each other so much that the school had to give us the opposite classes on the other side of the school so we couldn’t see each other. They couldn’t help with the crossing paths thing, but I’m glad they tried to keep us away from each other.

The reason why I hate Jason so much is because my mother abandoned me to be with his family. She never tries to see me any more cause she’s off with her new family and cause she couldn’t take care of her old one. It’s just me and my aunt now. I don’t know the true reason for him hating me, I have no idea. I never really asked why.

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After Mr. Shepard was done looking at underaged girls butt’s, he sent us to our last class of the day and this is the one class I dread most, the school tried so hard for me and Jason to have all separate classes but they couldn’t keep us away from each other all together. So they decided that the last class of the day, when most kids are the worst, is where we should have the same class. Very smart choice.

I finally reach room 669, where all the bad apples go for their last class of the day. What did I do to get in this class you ask? Well I would break sizers in half and try to chuck them at Jasons head in 9th grade. They would never hit him but they would come very close. Close enough to have the teachers scared shitless and the students would all huddle behind me to avoid getting cut by my blade. Jason never flinched even if I clipped the top of his ear.

I hear the cat calls from the guys as I walk in and take my seat in the back of the class. I always sit in the same seat every time, so everyone knows to never sit in my seat. Some times the new students will sit in my seat or get dared to not knowing who I am and what I am capable of. So I always give them a break and only scare them half shitless. Just enough to see them go pale and almost piss in their pants, but not enough to make them faint like Mr. Stanley did in 9th grade.

I laugh at the thought of a 48-year-old, grown man, who has been in the army 5 times, faint at the sight of a 15-year-old girl throw half sizers like they are throwing knives at another kids head.

I am called El Diablo in this school. No one knows it’s me that they fear, only a couple and they won’t talk even if you wave big bills in their face. Their that scared of me. And I love it.

Mrs. Santiago just arrived in the class and immediately gives us her signature glare. The one wear you wish you were dead, kind of glare. She does attendance, looking at every kid in return. When she calls my name I don’t say anything like normal. I don’t even look her in the eye. I think she likes it better that way. People say that my eyes are like my fathers, a bright auburn but a little lighter on the left and a little darker on the right.

Yes, my eyes are weird but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My eyes are my favorite thing about me. They remind me why I’m called El Diablo and why everyone is afraid when they hear the name even though they have no face to put it to.

I hear the door open and, like always, don’t look up I just continue to doodle in my note book and ignore everyone in class. But something isn’t right when everyone immediately goes silent. I look up to see a gangster wanna be, with his tattoos and his baggy clothes. His black leather jacket is like the ones that me and Jason both sadly have. When he goes to take a seat right in front of me I see the back and know why everyone is silent.

They aren’t curious, they are scared. This kid is part of one of the most feared mafias in the world. My father was their leaders right hand man before he died on the job. I wear the bullet on a chain around my neck to remind me why I always refuse them when they ask me to come back and work where my father did.

They must be desperate to have me because they wouldn’t send one of their own to come to my school and just make an appearance with out a cause. My father never wanted that kind of life for me. He always tried to keep his work a secret. He didn’t want me to become a target on his enemies watch lists.

The next person to walk through the stupid door is Jason. He has a stupid smirk on his face so he probably just ‘got some’ as all the guys call it. He goes all the way to the left side of the back row. Me and Jason kind of have this silent agreement that we sit in the back row just as far away as we can from each other.

Jason looks at the new kid, then looks at me. I never look back but I can feel him staring a hole in the side of my head.

“Everyone shut up!” Mrs. Santiago screams,”Ok now that you all are not screaming we can get this awful class going.”

No one pays attention during class but Mrs. Santiago doesn’t care. As long as we get good grades and we shut up when we’re told we can basically do anything. I feel a bump on the side of my knee. I look up to see who touched me to see the new kid turned around in his chair and looking straight at me.

“ Boss says he will give you the rest of High School, then you have to come back.” His voice is barely a whisper. So the boss wants me back, and he’s giving me the rest of high school. That’s a good chance to get away. I doubt this kid is going to stay in school just to keep tabs on me, so why not run?

“You tell Boss that he can go suck it. I don’t want to end up like my father and I have a promise to keep with him. I don’t ever want to go back to that miserable life ok? So you can go tell Boss to stop tracking me and just give up already. I’m as stubborn as my father and I am never coming back.” I whisper yell to the new kid. I’m sitting up in my seat and getting closer to this kid so he can see that I’m serious.

The kid looks at me for a couple of seconds and then he nods saying,” all right momma, I got you. But you know Boss ain’t gonna like that. Just to let you know tho, it ain’t Cearser no more, it’s his son Daniel now and you know he’s taken a liking to you. You’ll be the queen soon and you know it.”

I’ve known Daniel sense I was a child. He was the sweetest kid until his father got to him, got in his head. He was my best friend. At one point I loved him but when he changed, became his father, he started acting like I was an object to be played with.

When we were 14 we dated for a whole 2 months and those months were the worst in my life. All he wanted was sex, and like the love charmed I was, I fell for it. We had sex, it was amazing but he dumped me after a few times, claiming that I was not hot enough and his friends thought that I was just a little girl. Not a woman like they want.

Here’s the thing, when Daniel’s dad retired he obviously gave the title as ‘king’ to Daniel. In this mafia, the guys get to choose who their going to spend the rest of their lives with and they call them their ‘Old Lady’s’. The guy claims the woman by putting a tattoo any where they want with the guys name as a warning sign as to who the woman ‘belongs’ to.

Daniel has just verbally claimed me and now no one can touch me, talk to me, and the one I like the most, even look at me without the guys say so. My ‘mother’ was my dads old lady. She had his name tattooed on her stomach seeing as she only wore crop tops back in the 80’s.

When I see the basterd I’m going to give him hell. I can promise you that.