Trouble in Paradise?

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Chapter Four

One way or another, there is always the stuck up Queen Biatch in every school.

I was hoping that I would get the honour, note the sarcasm, to meet her later rather than sooner.

Unfortunately, I’m not that lucky.

I was walking in the hallways, perfectly fine, when a high heeled foot stuck out and tripped me, causing me to drop my coffee which managed to go all over me. The school laughed a little but didn’t dare say a word.

“Nice one Veronica!” her little number one minion said in a nasily voice that made me want to offer her some tissues.

Veronica, aka Queen Biatch, sneered at me.

Her high heels were huge, making her way taller. Her top looked like it was bought from ‘Kids R Us’ and her skirt looked like it couldn’t get any shorter even if it wanted to. Her hair was the colour of someone’s urine and her attitude, it seemed, was worse than Professor Umbridge on her period.

Since I fell forward, the coffee spilt on me and it knocked my chest around, making it sore there now. I groaned and stood up, covered in coffee.

“Let me guess, you’re the school’s number one bitch, am I correct?” I said. I was taller than her even with her high heels, so I wasn’t very intimidated.

“How dare you, do you know who I am?”

“Yeah, I just said it. Duh. You’re a bit slow,” I replied, glaring at her. She had ruined my day and my outfit.

She stomped her heel, her friends behind her glaring at me.

“Still don’t get it? I’ll spell it out for you. B-I-T-C-”

I was interrupted by, oh I wonder who, the four dickheads.

“Lay off Stephanie. Veronica didn’t do anything,” Ethan said and I spluttered.

“Are you stupid? I’m asking you a legitimate question since you seem to be a little confused. Actually, you know what, I’m pretty done with your bullshit. All of you. Have fun not accomplishing anything in life, bye!”

I walked away, the crowd that had formed around us parted as I walked to my next class, Biology. The bell rang a couple seconds later. I was still covered in coffee so I explained to the teacher that I would be right back and I went to change into the spare clothes that I had thankfully brought to school.

When I went to my locker, however, there were four boys standing in the hallway, who immediately looked up.

“You’ve gotta be freaking kidding me,” I muttered under my breath.

They all started grinning evilly and came stalking towards me, I stumbled backwards, turning around to run. My chest heaved with pain as I ran.

They caught up to my straight away, grabbing me and hoisting me into the air.

This time, they didn’t go in the direction of the pool. They were going into the more deserted part of the school, the part that was darker and dirtier. Classes didn’t look like they were held here. Hell, even the janitor hadn’t been there.

They threw me against the lockers, hard.

My back exploded in pain, my chest tightening up. I couldn’t breathe. I think I was having a panic attack.

They were laughing, too busy to notice me. I was breathing loudly and raggedly, each breath being a gasp for air.

Only one of them was looking at me, Jordan being that one I think. He was looking at me with confusion, and I highly doubt it, and a bit of… concern.

He brushed it off, laughing with his friends again. My eyes watered from the pain, I was trying to hold back tears. You’re not going to cry Stef, you haven’t cried in years and you won’t start now.

“Kick a girl while she’s down huh? Really nice,” I laughed suddenly, bit it was a pained laugh. “Really fucking funny joke to you isn’t it? Hurting someone as a joke. All because they actually showed some backbone for once,” I shakily stood up, obviously having trouble with standing. I was clutching my chest, trying to ease the pain.

When I walked away, I caught one of the boys saying something.

“We didn’t hurt her that bad, did we?”


Again, I had to stay home for another week. My mum went and picked up some homework for me, but then she left for work. I was home alone.

It was around 4 o’clock in the afternoon, school would’ve ended by now.

Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. I, painfully, got up and went downstairs to answer it.

I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw Jordan standing there. I scowled.

“Come back for round three?” I sneered with disgust.

“No, of course not,” he said in a small, hurt voice. My eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “I came to see if you were alright.”

My eyebrows then rose in disbelief.

What?

He’s here.. to see if I was alright…

What??

“Um,” I stuttered. “I’m fine,” I said, wincing as I accidentally lost my footing while standing up, yes I’m that talented, and my chest moved, creating more pain.

“We didn’t mean to hurt you..”

“That is pure bullshit.”

“No, really,” he said. “Not that bad anyway. We didn’t even hurt you that bad, you just take pain a lot worse.”

“Jeez, you guys suck at being nice,” I replied.

“Why were you that hurt though? Anyone else would’ve brushed it off,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

I froze up. I couldn’t tell him, no fucking way. I’m not telling anyone.

“I had a previous injury that you and your buddies made a lot worse, thanks and goodbye,” I slammed the door, having had enough of them.

I took a deep breath and went back upstairs. Why can’t those idiots just piss off and leave me alone? I want to get through my school year with no problems. Hell, I’ll probably just hang out with Kaitlyn the whole year.

Okay, but was I too harsh on them?

No, Stef they threw you in a pool and against lockers. They deserved every insult that you threw at them, even more.

I decided to get my homework done early so I could just go to bed early.

It took me a couple hours, and I still wasn’t finished, but I decided to take a nap. I was exhausted.


The next week, I went back again. I wasn’t going to be taking any time of school anymore, I would just be ignoring everyone.

I mean, I always liked being alone. As soon as my old friends found out about my condition, they ditched me faster than you can say ‘wait.’

I again got on the bus, ignored everyone, and got to school with no problems.

I had English again, with Kaitlyn. Unfortunately, Blake was also in my class.

I made my way into the class, sitting in my usual spot in the back, as far away from everyone as possible.

Except, something weird happened next.

Everyone had filed in, and there were only a couple boys missing.

Then, Blake walked in and scanned the room.

He then made his way towards me.

He sat down next to me.

The class stared and I stared at him.

“Um, why the hell are you sitting here?”

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