Chapter 8

The next day, I stormed into school. I was in one of the worst moods possible. When Brandon and Alec saw me they muttered, "Whoa, crazy lady comin' this way". I glared at them and slammed my locker closed.

"I'm NOT a crazy lady," I retorted. They rolled their eyes. "Must be that time of the month," I heard Brandon whisper to Alec. I whirled around and shoved him into the lockers. They both laughed as I strolled off to first period class.

The whole day, I had been thinking about the so-called "war" that I had declared last night. What had I done? What if people got killed? That was something that would haunt me for my entire life. If anyone died for a stupid decision of mine, I would live in misery and guilt. As I sat down in my seat, I saw Jace staring at me.

"What?" I snapped.

He raised his hands defensively. "Whoa there. Just lookin' at your beautiful cheery face," he responded cheekily. I ignored him only to groan in disappointment when I heard another annoying voice join us.

"Ew, really, could you have picked a worse outfit?" Grace Demasters said with a twisted expression on her plastic face. I sighed, seeing as I was in no mood to deal with anyone today. If she didn't want to end up injured, she should just leave me alone.

"Probably," I responded nonchalantly. She frowned at my lack of interest in her and sidled up next to Jace.

"So Jace. What are you doing tonight? Anything fun?" she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"If it's you, then it's anything but fun," I muttered.

Grace narrowed her eyes at me and said, "At least I can get laid. Unlike you."

I snorted and laid my head down on the desk. Jace said, "Looks like you could use some beauty sleep."

I ignored him and decided to sleep through the rest of the class. When the bell rang, I sat up lazily and yawned. Jace smirked and said,

"Have a good nap?"

I yawned again and responded, "Yeah, obviously. I didn't have to see you for the past hour. I'd consider that a very good nap."

"Or maybe it was just cause you were dreaming of me. Those moans you were emitting? You know…," he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. I rolled my eyes as we both got up to leave the classroom.

In the hallway, a small crowd was forming near my locker. I sighed and pushed through the throng of people only to find a Grace's boyfriend, Drew, and a few of his friends bullying a smaller underclassman.

I shoved a few kids out of the way to try to get to my locker, to no avail. I groaned inwardly. Why did I have to get involved in all these spectacles somehow? I really wanted to avoid any more confrontation with any other high schoolers. I managed to get to the front of the crowd and looked around for Alec but he must have gone to class already. I sighed again and grabbed the underclassman when he was pushed towards me. The poor kid was being tossed around like a soccer ball and already had a few bruises on him. When I caught him, he pushed away from me with a defiant look on his face.

"I don't need your help!" he said.

I rolled my eyes. "Hey kid, don't be so fuckin' proud. You really think 4 to 1 are good odds?"

The underclassman stood there uncertainly while Drew came up to me. "Hey you! What the hell are you doing? We were just teaching him a little lesson."

"What did he do?" I asked monotonously. All I wanted to do was get to my locker.

"Shoved one of us. Then he wouldn't apologize."

The underclassman protested, "No, you shoved me! And I did apologize!"

One of Drew's friends instantly drew back their hand to hit the kid. His eyes widened as he saw the blow coming towards him. Fortunately, I stopped the fist before it managed to create a new bruise on his face. The kid's eyes widened in surprise and he looked up at me in confusion. It was pretty apparent that he was astonished that a girl could stop a punch like that.

"So… he's obviously sorry now. Just let it go," I said. Drew's eyes narrowed and he said,

"You can't tell us what to do."

"Actually, I can. You're right in front of my locker and I'd appreciate it if you move," I demanded. Suddenly, I saw Grace Demasters and Jace come into my vision. I groaned again. Honestly, could this day get ANY worse?

Grace stalked up to Drew and me and clutched his arm. "What's happening baby?" she asked. Meanwhile, I looked at the underclassman and said, "Hey, get outta here. Unless you want to get beat up again." Luckily, the boy was smart and scurried away.

"Now MOVE! I want to get to my locker," I yelled.

Grace put her hand on her hip and said,

"You can't tell us what to do."

"Oh cute, your boyfriend just said that exact same thing. Did he train you to say that? Or was it the other way around?" I retorted.

Drew cracked his knuckles together. Together, the pair looked like quite an idiotic couple. They were just right for each other – equally as stupid. Grace said, "Where's the rest of your stupid posse? Not here right? No one here to protect you… poor Si."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Only you would think that a girl needs a posse to protect her. The only thing I really want to do is get to my locker. I would suggest that you leave pretty soon."

Drew motioned to my locker and said, "So it's this one?" I walked forward, suspicious of what he was going to do. I noticed his fist forming and quickly grabbed him before he could punch my locker. He looked at me furiously and when I let go of him, he shoved me. I stumbled back a few steps before glaring at him and Grace. Honestly, I could not have been in a worse mood and my blood was starting to boil.

"Why must you always try and start a fight?" I complained. "Do you not realize how insignificant your lives are in this school? Is this really what you do for fun?"

Wrong words. Apparently Drew didn't exactly follow the "no hitting girls" rule. He charged at me and tried to ram me against the locker. I simply sidestepped him and he grunted as his body took the full hit.

I didn't really know what to do in this situation. Disable him or just run away? I looked around to see if any of the gang was here. I noticed Brandon's tall figure pushing through the crowd. He stopped however when I shook my head, signaling that I didn't want him to get involved.

I saw Drew pulling back his fist to punch me when I reacted quickly. I was going to be late for class. I slipped behind him and grabbed his arm, pulling it in an upwards motion. He howled in pain and flailed his other arm around wildly. I was about to grab it when someone else stopped it.

Jace was holding on to Drew's other arm and looking at him coldly. "I think it's pretty obvious that she has the upper hand here. Just clear out and let Sienna get to her locker."

Drew stood up and scowled. His dignity was obviously marred and he was going to take his fury out on me later. The crowd quickly dissipated as he and Grace stalked off. Soon enough, it was just Jace and me standing at my locker.

I turned away from Jace and opened my locker to retrieve my books. He leaned against the other lockers waiting for me to talk. I slammed my locker closed and said, "What do you want?"

His eyebrows raised. "No thank you?" he asked.

"Why the hell would I thank you?" I said. I started walking to my next class, which I was already late for. The bell had rung while the fight had been going on. Jace walked next to me since it was the class with Christoff.

"Because I saved your ass from a beating?" he said with a puzzled expression. I halted to a stop.

"YOU saved me from a beating? Excuse me?" I asked in a scandalized tone. "What makes you think I wasn't doing fine before?"

Jace smirked. He was obviously just saying shit to get a rise out of me. I walked away from him and strolled in to Christoff's class. When I walked in, I saw Christoff with her arms folded, glaring at me.

"You're late."

I ignored her and plopped my backpack down next to my seat. I sat down and stretched out. She kept on glaring at me and repeated, "You're late."

"No shit?" I asked sarcastically. Just when she was about to yell at me, Jace strolled in with a confident smirk on his face. He sat down in the seat next to me and pulled out his books. At this point, Christoff was at her breaking point.

"You're late too."

Silence.

"You two! Detention!"

"No thanks," I said. "I got some shit to do after school."

"You don't have a choice. I'm calling your parents if I don't see you there and make you come to detention for a month," Christoff spat.

I sighed and propped my feet on the desk. I put my hands behind my head and leaned back.

"Fine, just teach now," I drawled. Yes, I'm an arrogant asshole.

When class ended, I jumped up and wanted to get out of that hellish classroom. I groaned when I remembered that we had an all school assembly in the gymnasium. I met up with Brandon and we all piled up the steps of the bleachers. After a few announcements, our principal, Mr. Mersky, came up to the podium.

He announced,

"Tomorrow, each grade is going to be in separate rooms. We've been hired teachers from outside of school to teach you some basic self-defense moves. These teachers are highly qualified and are from the Rape Protection Program. Boys and girls will not be separated, but will be taught different moves."

Holy fuck. Could my day get any worse? I nudged Brandon and whispered,

"Let's skip."

He paused uncomfortably and then whispered back,

"Shit Si, I got 3 tests tomorrow to make up from the last time we skipped. I gotta take them or else I'll fail."

I want to cry.

I sighed and buried my head in my arms.

"Hey, let's go to the gym after school today. It'll make you feel better kicking my ass."

I closed my eyes in frustration.

"I got fucking detention from Christoff."

"Oh shit. Well then kick her ass," he smiled.

"I wish… It was Jace's fucking fault. I'll kick his ass," I replied.

Brandon laughed and said, "If only. He's probably with the other gang."

"Well then, I'll definitely kick his ass. Out on the streets."

The assembly ended and school was let out. I dragged myself to Christoff's room. When I entered her room, I signed the detention sheet and sat down in my usual seat.

"Hey, it's Sienna right?"

I turned around to see the new kid, Greg, from Christoff's class smiling at me. I gave him a sarcastic grin and thumbs up and said, "Yep!"

"Haha, I do understand sarcasm," he replied.

"Really, I wouldn't have guessed," I grumbled.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before he said,

"So… you're in here cuz you were late to class?"

"You were there. Stop trying to make small talk with me," I snapped. I looked around and groaned as I noticed that neither Christoff or Jace were in the room yet. If Christoff didn't show, I was leaving. If Jace didn't show, I'd kill him for not sharing the punishment. I whipped out a small pocket knife and started carving away at the desk I was sitting at.

"You shouldn't be doing that."

I rolled my eyes.

"Couldn't you get into trouble for that?"

I turned to him angrily. "Would you rather I carve something into you?"

He looked at me and winked,

"I was just lookin' out for your welfare."

I stared at him blankly. I chose to ignore him and turned away. I looked up as Jace and Christoff walked in together.

I sighed again. Time for hell.