Loving Lisbeth Salander (XIV Series #1)

The Girl Who Took the Drink II

The next morning, my head felt everything but sanity. My head felt so heavy I could barely walk with my two feet. f**k. I fixed my bag as I walked by the surprisingly silent hallway of lockers. The halls are usually occupied by nasty couples making out next to the bin, or bullies dragging a poor kid, or girls gossiping on other people, or maybe I’m just late – yet again – and people are just on their respective rooms by now.

I’m never a diligent one when it comes to school. If anything, I only drag my fat ass here to sleep because I have nowhere else to sleep in. Stupid school. If it weren’t for stupid papers with numbers on them, I wouldn’t be even forcing myself to sit back in the classroom and f*****g learn about things we can all read in a library. I should be out in the real world earning gold but here I am, wasting all the time I have listening to garbage professors who only read their materials like they’re a part of a read-a-thon.

Fuck school and whoever invented school and studying.

Walking to my class unwillingly is like attending Physical Education class without a P.E uniform. I don’t even get why I need to take this class without my uniform. They must pity me to this extent.

“Incoming!”

My body cells clenched tighter. My head felt heavier than it did this morning. I gritted my teeth before I turned around seeing a bunch of sluts laughing in my direction. These bitches aren’t aware of what they just did. I bent down to pick up the ball with a smile and flexed my arms before throwing the ball in their direction.

To my satisfaction, the ball at least hit one of them.

“Oh my God, Denisse!” The two girls squealed the moment their friend passes out and fell down the ground like a damsel in distress. “How dare you do this to her!”

I frowned and glared at them, crossing my arms in frustration. “Serves her right.”

A whistle suddenly immersed over the field. Our teacher ran over to where we were and exclaimed, “What the hell is happening here?!”

“She happened.” I walked away from the field to the bleachers to grab my bag and left the class for good. I wasn’t planning to attend anyway. This is just f*****g ridiculous.

“Ms. Young!”

The loud words caught my attention as I lazily opened back my eyes. I rolled them before looking back up only to be welcomed by the f*****g bright light from the window. Well, that f*****g hurts. I turned to look for my teacher and saw her by the door with a different teacher.

“The principal wants to speak with you.”

Of course, it’s the f*****g principal.

“Now,”

Fuck.

Whatever I did this time is probably going to be the reason why I’m getting kicked out of this school now. I’ve been warned many times. I’ve been sent to the office multiple times. I’ve been scolded for the same reasons over and over and still, the teachers let me go. They still let me stay despite my misbehavior. Well maybe they’re just doing their jobs to get every student to graduate and expect them to become teachers like them but I don’t intend to be one of them. I’d rather mop the floor if anything.

When we reached the dean’s office, I wasn’t surprised by the stressed, angry look of the old man in front of me. He and I both knew by now that this won’t be the last time we’re meeting or maybe it is if they finally let me out of this school without trying too hard. They just can’t stick it up to their heads that I’m never gonna like school even if they try to electrocute me day after day. “Ms. Young. Sit.”

I do as he said.

My knees were trembling after all. I was too tired from P.E class – not because I was nervous across this old man.

“Ms. Hammington, from your P.E class reported that you hit her with a ball.”

I frowned, crossing my arms in disbelief. “That b***h hit me first. What do you expect me to do? Let her get away with what she did? f**k no. I didn’t even hit her that hard. She’s just being the b***h she is and acting all victi—”

“Nonetheless, you hit her and resulted in blood. I see you now not even with a single bruise and you expect me to believe that you didn’t hit her hard? Don’t you think that’s too hard to believe, Ms. Young?”

I scoffed, leaning my back against the chair, dismayed by the many wrong decision and one-sided judgment the world has to offer. “So why am I still here if you already had the conclusions yourself, Mister—” I glanced over his desk nameplate before looking back at him to mock his high position in the board of whatever with no sense of decency. “Mr. Roberts.” I can’t believe that favoritism is still a thing in college when it’s meant to stay in high school. f*****g unbelievable. This old baldy, that b***h, this school – everything’s a f*****g nightmare.

“I’m not—” He tried to defend but he sighed instead. “The parents are very mad. They want compensation for the damage you’ve cost her face.” He stared at me with his brows arched up to the end of his small wrinkled forehead.

“Her face that was manufactured by her many surgeons?”

“Ms. Young.”

I let out a false laugh. I’m using up all my patience here and I’m only trying to make things lighter. “Are you f*****g kidding me? Compensation for the damage I’ve cost her face?” I pointed at myself as if he’d see the disarray in my voice. “It wasn’t even that big! It could heal in a f*****g hour if she poured all her million-dollar cream products.” I slammed my fist over his desk in frustration. Now, I don’t have much patience left in me.

“Why don’t you go to the hospital, visit her and apologize? They might take that as compensation if you would just—”

“Are you hearing yourself, Mr. Roberts?” I quickly cut him off. “Apologize for something I’m not responsible for?” This smurf wants me to say sorry to that b***h when she hit me first. No f*****g way is that okay in any written law book.

“Okay then, Ms. Young. Do you have the money to pay for her hospital bills? Last time I checked, you can’t even afford your tuition fees, your lunch meals, your dorm rooms, your graffiti mess in school properties. I could go on and on, Ms. Young.”

“WHAT?” Is this man f*****g serious? “You’re not even sure if the blood came from my hit! For all we know, she might have banged her f*****g face over the mirror herself to make it look like she got it from the hit I gave her!”

“It’s either you go there and explain yourself, and say sorry or you pay for the bills for her hospitalization. It’s your choice, Ms. Young.”

I clenched my jaws, looking away in disappointment before glaring back at the man I was supposed to respect. “I will never lower my pride for something the society judged blindfolded.” I stood, making sure my words drilled right through his brain. “I’m out of here and you can’t make me otherwise.” Without much hesitation, I walked out of his office, banging my boots over the floor heavily. The man didn’t even stop me because he probably knew I wouldn’t listen to him anyway and thank God I wouldn’t have to deal with my classes today thanks to this shithole.