Bad Girl Art Club

I wonder where Ms. Mustard is

“You said what now mister?” I exclaimed not really knowing if what I heard was true or was a joke, or even if I heard it or my mind was playing tricks with me. It wasn’t the time to do that though... I mean come on... I was going into a military school. The whole airport thought of me as a terrorist and the half of it knew I went to the bathroom.

It was annoying me though that most of the people were looking at me and Lincoln like we would kill them from second to second... It was just a misunderstanding for f**k’s sake. Give me a brake.

“I said, I’m going to F. B. T. G high school.” Lincoln repeated his words and I stared at his face. By the way... Did I mention how handsome he was? He was tall with a body well built. With pink perfect lips... His hair was what made me wonder the most. They were blonde. If I can call that colour like that, because it looks more like white. I could fearlessly say that his hair was white, but the good and kind of white. It made him look more handsome and his blue eyes pop out. “Why are you reacting like this?” He frowned. “It isn’t such a big deal...”

I cut him off. “Dude we should totally be roommates.” I clapped my hands together excited. Now it was his time to look completely confused.

“You’re going there too?” I nodded in response. A big smile was playing on my lips. I liked the dude not taking into consideration what happened in that plane. I refuse to count that too. It was amazing how he wasn’t angry at me, because let’s face it. I was the reason why we ended up being mistaken as terrorists. And he actually took it pretty well. He even thought it was funny and he happily thought how great and fantastic and cool it will sound when he is going to tell this story when he would get old. And the dude was weird and crazy. I like people like that. The others are just boring...

“Wow!!!” Lincoln said and I patted his shoulder smiling widely like the weird crazy girl I was.

“We will be best friends forever, having girls night, painting each other’s nails pink and talking about our crushes.” I probably scared the f**k out of the poor guy as his eyes looked like they were going to fall of his skull.

“I’m a guy.” He used a tone that made me laugh. His lips frowned as he was glaring at me.

“And I don’t do those stuff.” Lincoln glared at me even more. I rolled my eyes at him. “So what did you do to get in?” I asked curious.

“Got expelled from my school because I posted on YouTube the video of the principal and my chemistry teacher having sex.” I started to laugh. “There for sure was chemistry going on between them. The other schools wouldn’t get me scared that the same would happen again. So this school was my last hope. What about you?”

A proud smile formed on my lips. “Got expelled from my sixth school and got arrested for the thirtieth time.”

Lincoln coughed shocked as he was choking. “What?” I laughed awkwardly.

“I like having fun?” It sounded like a question. That aside made him laugh.

I liked how things were going so far. He was my friend now, right? Because I never had one and it would be nice for once to talk with someone of my age and who understands the art of being bad.

“To the school we go!” I shouted gaining some people’s attention. Lincoln laughed again and nodded.

“I like you.”

To that I smiled sincerely. “I get that a lot.”

***

“Are you sure this is the right address?” I asked Lincoln. He nodded, but he was mirroring my face expression.

Truly I didn’t know what to think. This place was... Okay I thought it would be completely different from what I was thinking. Honestly I thought it would be like those scary military schools I have seen in TV. With dull colours and those scary training stuff around the school’s territory.

But this place was like a dream place. It was huge with nice and warm colours, but not bright. I swear they can blind a human with all that brightness. It is just.... Yuck!!!

Still staring at school, I took my red spray paint and shook it hearing that nice sound.

“What are you doing?” Lincoln asked me as I turned my head slowly to him smirking.

“Art.” I simply answered.

But as I was about to press the button to apply the red colour on the wall around the school’s territory, someone yelled behind me making me jump.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” Scared shitless I turned around to face the yelling person, but because I panicked, I pressed the button to its face making it all red.

This was happening a lot lately, if you stop for a minute and think about it.

She was a tall slim woman with huge glasses on her face. Her eyes were shut, as the glasses stopped the paint from reaching her eyes. But it wasn’t the same for the other part of her face.

Her lips had formed a straight line not daring to let loose, probably scared that the paint would get in her mouth.

I felt Lincoln’s hand pinching the side of my arm and jumping, I got my finger off the button, stopping spray painting the poor old woman’s face.

She took her glasses off and glared at me. But I couldn’t keep it in me. She looked so hilarious with those huge circles around her eyes, being the only part of her face having her skin showed.

Lincoln joined me, which made the woman glare at us harder. That little shown skin was turning red, mixing with the paint as now her whole face was red. “To the principals office now.” We shrugged and followed her inside of the building to the office where we were more than once asked to be shown up. Like it was the first time. Pfff!

We walked in the office, but it was empty. Shrugging again we sat in front of the desk and waited as the old woman left us alone.

“Now this is a record.” I smirked. Lincoln stared at me confused. “I never in my life had ended in the principal’s office without even attending to the first period. This is a first.”

“You know you are sick right?” He gave me a look. I rolled my eyes at him, feeling a little bit guilty for dragging him with me again, but AGAIN he looked like he didn’t care that much. In fact he was finding this amusing.

Lincoln got off his chair and walked behind the desk sitting in the chair there, taking a serious look. “You are expelled. Heard me? Expelled.” His voice came out loud and powerful. I exploded into laughs. Heard that thing six times. “Holy f**k! This chick is hot!” Suddenly he shouted taking one of the picture frames that were on the desk looking at it.

“Let me see it.” I said trying to get the picture frame from his hand, but he pulled it towards himself not letting me. I walked around the desk. “Let me see it you jerk.” I jumped on him but he got up and walked away taking the picture frame with him.

Curious as hell, I got on the table and jumped from it to Lincoln’s back holding on his neck. He started to laugh, keeping the picture frame away from me. “It’s not fair.” I shouted.

As I finished shouting the door burst open with a man, not older than forty years old entered the office, with wide eyes staring at us. I awkwardly got off Lincoln’s back, as he placed the picture frame where he took it and we both sat on the chairs we were before.

“You must be Lincoln Wyatt and Nyssa Waters.” We nodded, for some reasons smiling. “I am principal David Ketchap.” The man said and he managed to get us both laughing. Annoyed at us he cleared his throat trying to make us shut. But let’s face it. It wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. “Just get out of my office.” His tone sounded tired.

That didn’t go that bad.

“I wonder where Ms. Mustard is.” Lincoln said as I laughed again.

I jumped on his back again. “To my room.” I shouted and Lincoln frowned at me. “What?” I frowned too.

“I’m not allowed to the girls’ dorm.”

I gave him an evil smile, which he followed immediately after I spoke. “Then let’s brake that rule my new friend.”

Well the plan was going well till Lincoln stepped on the girls’ dorm. One second he was smiling and the other second his face got smashed by a heavy backpack thrown to his face.

“What the f**k!” He shouted holding his nose, dropping me ass flat on the floor. The girl who hit him was glaring at him like the future of Earth depended on that.

She wasn’t too short, but too long either. Some of her long black hair had fell in front of her eyes as her pink lips were in a straight line. She was cute if you ask me.

Even though my ass hurt, I found the situation funny so I laughed my lungs out. “I like this girl.”

“She broke my nose.” Lincoln growled at me, while glaring at the girl who just stuck her tongue out at him. That made me laugh again.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Her tone was angry. “Your dorm is the next building. Feel free to leave.”

“Look here little girl... “ Lincoln stared to say but the girl cut him.

“Gaby. My name is Gaby.”

“Gaby. If you try to do that again I will...” He never got the chance to finish that sentence as the backpack was thrown to his head again, making him fall in the floor. I started to laugh again.

“You...” I pointed at Gaby gaining her attention. “You are cool. Therefore I will make you my other friend.” She laughed awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck, making her look even cutter.

“She broke my nose.” Lincoln complained.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Grow some balls man.” I said a little bit annoyed.

“You know I have balls Nyssa. You felt them on that plane.” He smirked as I made a disgusted face.

“Firstly I felt your turned on. That doesn’t count. And secondly I thought you wanted that to be forgotten.” I glared at him.

He raised his hands up in the air in front of him. “You are insulting my balls.”

“Can we stop talking about his balls?” Gaby asked making a disgusted face. I laughed at her and pushed Lincoln with my foot away from the girls’ dorm door.

“I will see you later.” I said to him. He just rolled his eyes and walked in the boys’ dorm direction.

Throwing my arm over Gaby’s shoulders I smiled widely. “We will have a lot of un together.” She just smiled at me nodding.

I felt my phone buzzing on my back pocket. I took it out to see it was a message from some unknown number.

-Still thinking I’m your hero?-

My heart stopped, before starting to beat again with super speed.

It couldn’t be him. It wasn’t him. Was he?