Chapter Eleven - “You Provoked Me!”
“Have you talked to Denise after this morning?” Tara asks, walking up to me as I open my locker. Glancing over at her, I send her a small nod.
“Yeah. She’s coming over this afternoon to talk.” I tell Tara, watching as she nods. Tara leans against the locker beside mine, watching as people walk past to either get to their lockers or leave school, even though it’s not the end of the day yet.
“So, how did that tutoring lesson go?” Tara asks, making my heart race. Breathing out a nervous laugh, I slam my locker shut, throwing my bag over my shoulder. When I go to face Tara and tell her that my tutoring lesson didn’t go as planned, I hear a certain voice cut me off.
“Where’s Denise?” Emma asks, her grin growing on her face. “Didn’t care about her problems?”
Clenching my fists, I hold in my words. Just breathe, just breathe, just-- “When do you ever stop? And why hasn’t anyone told you off for what you’ve done to people?” I suddenly snap, not bothering to hold back. If anyone knows me, they should know I hate bullying, and I also hate Emma.
Emma raises her eyebrow at me, her grin turning into a smirk. “Are you hating on me because of how I kissed your precious Liam?” Emma asks, making the memories of that night at the party run into my mind.
As I go to shove my phone in the pocket of my jeans, I feel my phone vibrate again. Thinking that it is Dad, I turn my phone on and furrow my eyebrows when I don’t see Dad’s name on the screen.
Unknown Number: Picture attached.
“What’s the sour face?” I hear Denise call out to me and I look up at my best friend to see her currently dipping the chip into the dipping sauce between Tara and herself. I wave her off and look back at my phone, my eyebrows still furrowed.
Feeling my heart begin to race, I clench my jaw, trying to calm myself down. I mean, this has nothing to do with Liam, and he probably doesn’t even care. Also, Emma is just getting to me and she knows the best way to do it.
I click onto the message, the box where the picture is supposed to be, still loading. There is no past messages from this number so I have no idea who it is. How did this person even get my number anyway?
Then, just as I am about to get lost in my thoughts about the mystery person, my eyes catch onto the image as it finally loads.
Liam and Emma.
I feel my breathing become heavy and my eyes become watery. I promised myself after last time that I can’t cry tonight... so why the hell am I about to break that? Oh, maybe because my biggest enemy is sucking face with the person I like.
I feel Tara’s eyes at me and I know she is waiting for me to say something, do something. And I know I’m about to. Just breathe, just breathe... I think to myself as I take a step towards Emma, ready to say what I want to say.
The picture has obviously been taken by someone else as you can see Emma and Liam’s faces. Liam is up against the wall while Emma looks like she is sucking the life out of Liam. His hands are just below her ribcage and by the picture being taken at a slight angle, I can see the small grin in the corner of Emma’s lips.
Suddenly, another message pops up at the bottom.
Unknown Number: Have a good night, darling ;)
But as that last memory pops into my mind, the words fly away to the back of my mind and I forget about them. I stare at Emma, my face probably as red as her freshly-painted nails. And before I can stop myself, or Tara can yell out ‘punch her’, I clench my fist as hard as I can and throw it towards her face.
But it doesn’t hit her as planned.
Looking up at the person who has stopped me, I finally feel the hard grip of Principal Green’s hand wrapped around my fist, which had stopped the fight that was just about to occur. I hear Tara groan and I look over at her to see her own fists clenched, frustrated on how I didn’t end up hitting my worst enemy.
Then again, Principal Green had just stopped me from getting suspended. He had stopped me from ruining my reputation as the Good Girl. And he has stopped me from stooping down to Emma’s level, which I am actually thankful for.
But knowing Emma, and knowing Tara, this won’t stop anything. Emma will still continue to be annoying and frustrating as ever, and Tara will still continue to tempt me to punch Emma once and for all.
“Everyone, class!” Principal Green practically shouts, and the people who are surrounding the scene quickly scurry off to the last class of the day. Tara sends me the smallest look of pity as she walks off to class and Principal Green let’s go of my hand.
“You two,” Principal Green begins as he stares between Emma and I. “Come with me.”
“So, how long has this been going on for?” Principal Green asks as he stares at the both of us. Adjusting myself on the slightly comfortable chair, I breathe out a quiet sigh, looking over at Emma.
But she doesn’t say a word.
And neither do I.
“Miss Parker, I suggest you explain seeing as you nearly hit one of my students.” Principal Green begins, his tone not threatening or venomous. But it still makes me uncomfortable. Wait, he thinks it’s my fault, I suddenly think to myself as Principal Green’s voice runs through my mind a second time.
“It wasn’t my fault though.” I say, resting my hands on my lap. “For all you know, Emma could’ve told me to hit her.” I add, hoping that I can keep my stress levels down for my own sake. I don’t want to end up shouting at Principal Green.
Emma laughs, taking me by surprise. “But I didn’t, and you know that. You practically came at me with no reason at all.” Emma says, making me gasp in shock.
“I have reasons! You provoked me!”
“How?” Emma asks, looking over at me with a smirk. When I try to explain, I end up failing, which only makes Emma’s smirk grow. “Exactly.”
“Ladies,” Principal Green begins. “Either one of you explain to me what happened, or I put you in detention for a week.” Principal Green says and my head explodes with disbelief.
“No, Miss Parker.” Principal Green says, cutting me off. “I’m sick and tired of people thinking they can get away with bullying and violence. If I wasn’t there to stop you, who knew what could’ve happened next. I could’ve been in an ambulance with one of you.” Principal Green explains, his predictions going a little too far.
“Now, tell me what happened or there will be consequences.” Principal Green says, staring between the both of us.
But she doesn’t say a word.
And neither do I.
Groaning, I walk up to my locker, my fists clenched by my sides. “I can’t believe I have detention for a week because I couldn’t even tell him that Emma mentioned my crush and her kissing. I mean, all I had to say was that Emma had provoked me by bringing up something that happened at a party. I didn’t even have to say that the guy was Liam!” I complain, trying to keep my cool even though everyone has probably gone home now, seeing as school finished an hour ago.
Yes, detention goes for an hour.
Grabbing my books out of my locker and shoving them in my bag, I shake my head. “And now, I probably have a heap of missed calls from Denise and Tara asking about my whereabouts. I can’t believe this has to happen to me -- ah!”
Suddenly, my locker slams shut and I find myself being spun around and pushed against the lockers by-- “Tyler?” I shriek, my eyes probably ten times as wide. Tyler looks at me, his eyes staring into mine as he cages me with his arms beside my head. He glances both ways as if he is afraid of someone seeing us before looking back at me.
“I figured you’d still be here... but for detention?” Tyler asks, his eyebrows furrowing. I furrow my own eyebrows, pushing Tyler away from me.
“You came to talk to me because I was in detention?” I ask, confused but shocked. Why would he do that? It’s not like I went to detention because I killed someone... wait, why did I think of that when Tyler is around? That could be classified as offensive, right?
“Not to talk, just to ask a favor.” Tyler says, his words still not making sense in my mind. So, he didn’t come here to talk to me, he came to ask for a favor? But why?
“You came to talk to me because you want a favor?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowing even more. Not even a minute and I’m already on the verge of fainting, I think to myself as I bite down on the inside of my cheek.
“Why is that so shocking?” Tyler asks, a small grin forming on his face. Oh dear lord-- “And why does it look like you’re about to faint?” Tyler adds, his grin growing. I place a hand to my forehead, my eyes beginning to shut. Just breathe, just breathe, just--
As if Tyler read my mind, he steps back, giving me some space so I can suck in as much air as I possible can. And to make matters worse, I hear a voice shout from the end of the hallway.
“Hey, school finished an hour ago! Get out of here!” I hear a voice shout, making me look to the right to see the school’s janitor with a frown on his face. Embarrassed, I nod and begin to walk towards the entrance of the school doors, but am stopped by Tyler grabbing my arm.
“I was talking to you.” Tyler says, making my head spin.
“I thought you didn’t find me to talk...” I explain, watching as Tyler sighs loudly. Without saying a word, he drags me out of the school and towards the car park, where there is only one vehicle in sight.
Now, it would be cliché to say that the Bad Boy owns this, but then again, I don’t think Tyler would be the type to catch the bus everywhere. Besides, he has a reputation to hold up, I’m guessing?
“Tell me that’s not yours...” I say quietly, hoping that my life can not just be as cliché as its turning out to be. Let me guess, I’m going to end up getting a lift home after Tyler tells me this favour? And then I’m going to be hanging out with the Bad Boy a lot and just after a few weeks, we are going to be dating?
“Nope.” Tyler says suddenly, making me look up at him with my mouth open. Wait, did I hear correctly? That motorcycle isn’t his? Well, if I’m not mistaken, I’m guessing that it is the janitor’s bike? Wait, a forty-something year old riding a motorcycle? Ha, that would be classic.
“Then, do you catch the bus?” I ask, trying to hold back a grin. Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, I say to myself as I watch Tyler look down at me with an unsatisfying frown.
“God no. The smell makes me want to throw myself out the door.” Tyler says and I can’t help but let out a laugh. Now, that is something I can relate to. “No, Tipsy, this is mine.”
Slowly turning my head to the direction that Tyler is pointing in, I find myself nearly falling to the ground in utter shock. “No. Way.” I mutter, slowly walking towards the red beauty.
“Yes. Way.” Tyler says, a faint grin on his face. “Do you like it?”
“Ha, your acting as if it’s now mine...” I say, the thought beginning to circle around my head. But suddenly, I find myself looking up at Tyler with my face dead-serious. “Is it?”
Tyler let’s out a laugh and takes out his keys, shaking his head. “No way, Tipsy.”
Sighing, I look at the beautiful sports car, wanting nothing more than to carve my name over the whole thing. Wait... but then I would ruin the car. Okay, I’ll use sticky notes to ‘carve’ my name on the car.
Suddenly, a thought falls into my mind and I frown. “What’s the favor?”
Tyler opens the passenger door, holding out his arm to point inside. “Get in and find out.” Tyler says, his words making my heart race.
“Uh...” I trail off, one thought catching my attention as I stare at Tyler who is grinning slightly. I think I’m going to faint...
As if Tyler read my mind, he spits out a laugh, shaking his head. “Tipsy, never in my dear life.” Tyler says, his words sort of cutting me deep. I mean, I know we aren’t dating, and I know I have no intentions of ever going there, but did he have to make it sound like I’m the ugliest girl living? Actually, to form that nicely for myself, he makes it sound like I have something in my teeth...
Do I have something in my teeth?
Licking my teeth slowly, I notice Tyler furrow his eyebrows at me. “What are you doing?”
Nope, I don’t think I have something in my teeth. But if I did, I definitely got it out.
“Nothing.” I say, shaking my head. “Now, what’s the favor?”
Tyler rolls his eyes, his arm resting on the top of the car door. “Like I said before, get in and find out.”