Virgin Mary

|4| Prey

Nicole Hamilton

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I looked at Duncan as he tells the cheerleaders a pretty intelligent s****l joke.

I rolled my eyes at how gollable and vapid the cheerleaders are. They hang after his every word and praise him like he's some Adonis. And I swear that they didn't even get the joke he just uttered. I was really getting bored of the same old routine.

I look around the cafeteria and catch Ethan full on gawking at me. He realised that I had caught him and he look away shyly.

I nearly forgot about our little meeting. I intentionally walked slowly up to him, my hand in my pocket, and I could tell that he was having a mini stroke.

I leaned into him and grab him by the collar. I hope everybody's watching this s**t close.

Okay, listen up assholes." I shouted through the noisy cafeteria which immediately turned pin drop silent.

"Look at this face right here." I took a wistful of his baby soft hair in my hand. Everyone stared with anticipation. "He's my b***h, y'all hear that?"

I didn't intend to hurt him so, but I needed to assert my dominance. To him and the entire school.

Everyone craned their necks to see what's going on, but no dared to get closer or intervene in any way.

I observed him in his fatal position and I already already saw that I'd inflicted fear into his eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul so I know what's down there.

Fear.

I look at his face, which was turning red every passing second. I looked into his face and I actually felt sympathetic for the poor guy.

His now beet red face told me that he was uncomfortable and embarrassed. He reminded me of Santa's reindeer with their red noses.

I smirked, and let go of his soft brunette hair.

I walk down the cafeteria and dared someone to look me in the eye. And someone did.

Heather Wallace.

She smirked at me and twirled her fingers through her blonde glory. She would have been Camden High most powerful, most popular, if not for me. But I don't take that mean girl mumbo jumbo s**t.

"Wanna say something?"

"Yeah?" She smiled, her cherry lip gloss blinding me.

"My seat." I said and waited for her to join my stride. I sat at my designated seat and ordered Chase to leave.

"Go on." I gave her permission to speak.

"You gotta stop this."

"Why? I'm enjoying myself." I smile smugly.

"Nicole. Don't you find this stupid, petty and a little degrading?"

I smirked. "Degrading? Do you think everyone else sees what I'm doing as degrading. Maybe it is for my preys, not for me."

"Is that what you're calling them now? Preys?"

"They are that, aren't they?"

Now it was her turn to smile. "Nicole, you need serious help. At least if you chose someone else to to your bidding this year, but him? Really? He's wearing a t-shirt of a three year old."

"So? I find it quite cute." I looked at him from across the hallway. He was startled and he ran his hands through his hair and rearranged his glasses.

"Why can't you be normal and date like normal people do? You can't force someone into a relationship."

"I'm not forcing him to date me. I'm simply just... assisting him to help him realise that he wants to date me."

"You can't do this."

"Well, I can and I did. Remember Kevin?"

"Yeah? And how did that end up for you?"

I folded my arms. "Shut up Heather."

"Nicole, this really has to stop. You're just gonna end up all sadistic on him, just like what happened for the last two years in a row with your other so-called preys."

"Maybe if they didn't start using me as the missing puzzle piece to their road to popularity, I wouldn't have to do so."

"No, maybe if you didn't force them into relationships, that wouldn't have to be a problem."

"Look here," I pointed at her. "I don't know what your deal is, but I don't remember ever needing your opinion. This is how I do things and if you don't like the way I do things, then just inform me. There's always room at the bottom of the social hierarchy."

"That's not-"

"Still didn't ask for your opinion. You should count yourself lucky that I put you so high on the social hierarchy of Camden high. Watch your step or else I'll have you on the bottom just like that."

"Okay chill." She frowned.

"Good." I said. "Now, can you get me a Mcflurry. I'm feeling a bit proud with myself."

"But lunch ends in a few–"

"Heather. The diffrence between your opinion and Mcflurry is that I asked for Mcflurry. Now, chop chop." I clap my hands to order her to leave.

She stands to leave, taking hold of her tiny black Prada purse.

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