Malevolent

Malevolent Chapter 1 Growing up as a single child of two constantly travelling business tycoon parents can be quite lonely and frustrating but at the same time you get a lot of freedom and can do whatever you wish to do with no one to stop you. My mom is not there for me when I want to have someone to talk about my dating life, someone who would advise me when it comes to boys. I wish my dad was there for me to set up a curfew on me or just be there to threaten my first boyfriend that if he breaks my heart, he will break him. I guess we only want things that we don’t have. I have seen my classmates complaining about how their parents never leave them alone and how that they are now in high school so they are too old for curfews or how their parents shouldn’t interfere in their matters anymore etcetera etcetera. What is annoying bickering for other teenagers is something that I desperately long for. It’s not like my parents completely ignore me, they call me almost every day, and they always made sure to spend my birthdays and family holidays with me, it’s just I want them to be here with me every day. Anyways this is getting too depressing now. My train of thoughts came to a halt with the continued ringing of my alarm. I always wake up before the alarm rings and I often wonder why do I bothered to even set it up in the first place. “Blair!” “Blair!” “Blair Rosalie Wilson, if you don’t wake up this instant, I will come up there!” The shrill voice of my caretaker since childhood yelled for me. “I’m up!” I yelled back. I pulled the blanket off from my body and was immediately greeted by cold air. My hand slammed against the clock, silencing it for good and restoring the peace once again. It’s already 7.00, school starts at 8 and I’m still not ready in spite of waking up at 6.30. I walked up to my closet and fished out my clothes for today that consisted of a regular pair of washed jeans and a grey sweatshirt. Bland and tasteless just like my mood. After getting ready, I finally went down to see that my caretaker Martha has already prepared breakfast for me. “The breakfast is ready and the bus card is on the table and don’t forget to pick up your car from Georgie’s garage this evening. Do you need anything else sweety?” She asked as she packed her belongings that were lying on the counter. “No, I’m okay,” I said in a hoarse voice. “I will drop by in the evening to check on you,” she said as she grabbed her bag and walked out of the kitchen. I watched her petite form retreating before she stopped and turned around “one more thing honey, best of luck,” she said and finally walked away leaving me alone with my depressive thoughts. I nibbled slowly on the perfectly roasted toast as I thought of all the things that could happen this year. I tried to chew and swallow as slowly as humanly possible- trying to prolong my time here at home. Unfortunately the piece of toast finished, which was my cue to finally get my pathetic ass out of the house if I don’t want to miss the bus and spend the better of my morning by walking to school. I grabbed my backpack and literally ran out of the house to the bus stop. “Blair,” someone yelled for me as soon as I get down from the voice. I followed the source of the voice to find out a vivacious tall blonde girl dashing towards me with the speed of Tibetan mastiff. Before I can stop her she tackled me in a hug, almost making me lose my balance by the force of collision but luckily I was able to control myself before making a complete fool out of myself in front of the whole school on the very first day of my last year of high school. “OMG! You have changed so much over this summer, I missed you so much,” she said while finally releasing me from her hug. “I missed you too Anna,” I said as I smiled at her while adjusting the straps of the backpack over my shoulder. This beautiful vivacious blonde, Annabelle Matthews is the closest thing I could have as a best friend. She moved here in our freshmen year and we have been friends ever since then. Although sometimes her overly cheerful personality can someone gives me a headache but I am more than great-full to her for sticking with me through thick and thin and handling all of my mood swings without any complain. “You got tanned,” I said. “Hawaii finally bestowed a tan on my deathly pale self,” she exasperated. She pulled me inside the school building and towards the administration block where we will get our schedule. “You didn’t get your schedule printed?” I asked her. “Nah, didn’t get the time to do it. Why didn’t you get yours printed?” She asked me. “I did printed it but I lost it,” I replied casually. “Typical Blair,” she hummed as she opened the door of the administrator’s office. I want to get angry on this statement of hers but have no right to do so. It was indeed typical of me to lose my schedule. If I can have a penny for every-time I lose something, I would have had thousands of dollars by now. Anyways, as soon as we opened the door of the administrator’s office, we were greeted by the grumpy and wrinkled face of old Mrs. Mcdonald. She was a petite, frail woman in her late fifties and has been working here since this school was first established way back in 1970s. I think she must have been a cheerful person when she first started working here but over the course of years, her regular encounters with bratty teenagers eventually turned her grumpier. I am so nervous and at the same time so excited. I couldn’t stop thinking about today. I barely slept a wink last night. After we collected our schedules from the office we walked out of the office towards the lockers. Luckily this year, mine and Anna’s locker were adjacent to each other. “Show me your schedule,” she demanded as she made her way towards me. “Damn, we only have Math together,” she cussed. “What?” I asked in complete horror as I snatched both of our schedules from her and scanned them. We indeed have only one class together. Last year I survived my whole year without getting in trouble only because of Anna being in each and every class and keeping my aggressive behavior in check. I don’t know how I’m gonna survive the whole year without her. “Don’t worry Blair, you’ll do well this year,” she said while patting me on the back. “I hope so,” I mumbled out. “Well, on the brighter side, we do have homeroom together. So let’s head to the battle ground soldier,” she said and pulled me towards the classrooms. It’s my free period now so I was making my way towards our school library which we also happen to share with the local University I don’t know why. “Good afternoon Blair. How are you doing today?” The soft voice of Mrs. Regina, the sweet middle aged librarian greeted me as soon as I walked through those massive wooden doors of my own paradise. “I’m good Regina. How are you and Jeff doing?” I asked her about her and her husband who got in an accident last month. “He’s doing well now, the doctor said that he is recovering fast,” she said sadly. “Anyways, what brings you here today honey, it’s only the first day of school,” she said. “Looking for something new to read,” I said to her. “Well, in that case we have recently made some new addition in the young adult section. They are placed in the very back shelf,” she said as she got back to her work. I nodded my head and maneuvered deeper into the maze of books, looking for something that would grab my attention. I finally found a book that grabbed my immediate interest, all the way back in the library. Just when I was about to grab it someone beat me to it. I was quite annoyed at this and turned to shower my wrath on the intruder. I was taken aback by the gorgeousness of the specimen but I quickly controlled my hormones. “Hey, excuse me Mister, I was going to take that book,” I said to him. He just raised one brow at me behind those square thick rimmed glasses which looked awfully good on him. “So,” he said casually shrugging his shoulder. “So?” I retorted him. He nodded his head with a bored look on his face. “So, I want you to peacefully hand me over the book and everything will be okay,” I said to him, trying to keep my temper in check. “You must be mistaken honey, the last time I checked I was the one who took the book first, so kiddo, you should back off and get something easier to read. A complex book like Anna Karenina would go right over your head,” he mocked me and walked away before even I can give him a reply. “You dirty swine,” I silently cursed him as I see his tall, athletic figure retreating. He was gorgeous there was no denying that but the moment he opened his mouth all those gorgeous features were in vain. His spoiled attitude completely ruined the charm of his looks. I hope that I will never see him again but if I ever see him again I will make sure to put him in his place. Little did I know that next time I meet him the circumstances will be so overwhelming.