Reawakened: She's the Golden Quintessence

What do you guys think you're doing?

A new day came and Blake was back at school, much more comfortable today than she was the day before as she now knew all her classmates by name and had seen that they were a cool bunch, all except Masha who continued to check her; 4.7 GPA to her 4.8? She didn’t like that at all.

Mr. Reese, their math teacher, gave them an exercise to do and as they did it, he walked around the class checking their work to see if they were all on the same page and they were; impressed the most by Masha’s work obviously but also by Blake’s, as they were the first two students to finish the exercise without getting a single question wrong.

They had math in the first two periods and then English, and when the 09:45 bell rang, it was time for break. Blake hadn’t made any friends yet and so like the day before, she made her way to the cafeteria all by herself, continuing to observe the many different cliques that Stonewood had. Nerds, cheerleaders, band geeks, jocks, wannabes, populars, foreign exchange hotties, goths, germaphobes, anime fans, fine arts students, the normals and a whole lot more.

Inside the cafeteria, the cliques converged. Each one sitting at their table eating and talking as Blake just sat to herself looking on, eating a chicken-mayo sandwich with a bottle of juice on the side. She didn’t belong to any clique and so she was seated at one of the three clique-less tables with a girl who dressed like she was an extra on Little House on the Prairie, a boy with a super thick unibrow, a girl with an astronaut helmet on and a boy who was conversing with his potted fern plant like it was a person. No shade but this was why these tables were also known as the loser tables. Blake suspected that it was a loser table but she didn’t care, who cared if they thought she was a loser, she wasn’t interested in making friends anyway.

Seated at one of the tables, was the cute boy Blake saw the day before, and when she saw him, you would have thought that what happened the day before was a dream because of how cool she played it. She didn’t even look at him for long, she just checked him out for about five seconds and continued eating like there was nothing to it, not wanting anyone to see that she was interested in him; something that was nowhere near as big of a deal as she thought it was because all the girls were interested in him and were always looking at him. It was the norm and when she continued looking around, she saw it for herself.

Over 70% of the girls in the cafeteria were gawking at him, and if they weren’t gawking at him, then they were talking about him; a clear sign that showed that he was popular. His name was Alexander and he was the hottest boy in school; and looking cool in a t-shirt, a pair of jeans and black leather biker boots, he sat back in his chair talking and laughing with his friends, running his fingers through his loose hair like he was in a hair commercial.

Blake sighed, of course he was popular, with looks like that it was going to have been a crime if he wasn’t. And if he was popular, then he obviously had a girlfriend. Bubble burst. So much for love at first sight.

After break, it was back to class. Blake was in the hallway standing by her locker getting her textbooks for the next subjects when Jackson walked up to her sucking on a red lollipop and stood leaning his shoulder against the next locker like he was cool.

"Hello there?” he greeted.

"Jackson hey," she greeted back.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm doing good."

"Settling in o.k.?"

"Yeah, settling in just fine."

"Coz I know being a new student can be rough, no one to talk to or hang out with, it can be a lot,” Jackson said.

"Nope, I'm good.”

"I mean if you need someone to talk to or hang out with, I'm here."

"Cool,” Blake said faking a smile; meaning the total opposite of cool.

"If you need like a study partner or even just someone to come over and watch a couple of movies with, I'm your guy."

"Sweet."

“I can bring snacks and everything," Jackson went on, desperate to get a foot into the door so that he could begin wooing her as he was already taken by her. Of course he was; beautiful, smart and funny, Blake was just the girl he was looking for.

“Wow, that’s really nice of you Jackson but my mom doesn't allow me to have guys over."

"Oh no sweat, you can come over to my place then."

"Right," she said, continuing to fake smile.

"You guys have a pool?"

"No we don't."

“Sweet, we do, and a sick one for that matter, so when you’re coming over, don’t forget to pack your bikini,” he said. “Ooh! And I’ll also show you my fantabulous comic book collection.”

"Awesome, o.k. uh, let me run it by my mom and I’ll get back to you," Blake said, obviously not going to do that because she wasn’t interested.

"Cool."

"Cool.”

13:00 hours came and it was time for the students to go home. Blake was pressed and so upon exiting her classroom, she went to the bathroom to relieve herself. She entered one of the stalls and peed and when she was done, she went and washed her hands with soap by the sink. She then pulled out a paper towel from the dispenser, and as she was wiping her hands dry, she heard a low but distinct scream coming from outside.

Blake immediately turned her head to the side and paused, wanting to make sure that what she heard was really what she heard, and it was, because five seconds later, the scream went again. Her heart jolted, it sounded like someone was in trouble. Scrunching up the used paper towel and throwing it into the trash bin, she then got up onto the wooden bench that was beside the wall and looked out of the window to see what was going on.

She was right, someone was in trouble; there was a boy being bullied by two bigger boys and not only did they have him pinned him to the wall, but they were slapping him about like he was a dummy.

“Seriously?" she said to herself and groaned. It was a familiar scenario and it was one that immediately chilled her blood because if it ended the same way the other one did, then she was going to end up getting shipped off to St. Bridget’s and she did not want that, because going to boarding school was going to be like going to camp and she hated camp.

Dropping from the bench, she then ran out of the bathroom, but where was she going? Was she going to the headmaster’s office to report the problem or was she going to handle the problem herself?

"I’m going to shove my fist down your throat and then I’m going to bash your skull in," the main bully said; holding him strong by his shirt whilst the other bully held him firm by his belt. "Making me hand in a report that someone handed in before, the heck were you thinking? You made a fool out of me in there and now I have to clean the classroom for two whole weeks because of it."

"You're so dead," the other bully said.

"I'm sorry but this weekend was really busy for me. I had my own reports to hand in," he said shaking like a leaf in the wind. His name was Arthur; a slender boy with short brown hair and deep green eyes.

"Oh o.k. so you decided that your work was more important than mine?" the main bully asked.

"Guys come on I have my own work to do."

"I don't care about that, when I tell you to do my work, you do it, no questions asked."

"That's right," the other bully said.

"I'm sorry."

"Well sorry ain't gonna cut it," the main bully said.

"I'll do it, I've got time this weekend, I'll do it and you can hand it in," Arthur said.

"Of course you’re going to do it, but I still have to clean the classroom for two whole weeks which is why you're getting pummelled."

"Guys come on, is this really necessary?"

"Yes it is, you make a fool out of me, I break your face," the main bully said.

"Jack him," the other bully said and the main bully held Arthur’s shirt tighter in his hand and raised his clenched fist into the air, ready to punch him in the face. And he was just about to pull the trigger when just then, someone showed up.

"Hey? What do you guys think you're doing?" Blake asked and the bullies turned to her; Arthur too.

"Get out of here this has nothing to do with you," the main bully said.

"Leave him alone."

"Ay, mind your own business."

"Leave him alone right now or else?" Blake said, standing with her right hand behind her.

"Or else what?"

"Yeah, what are you going to do?" the other bully said.

"I’m going to introduce you to my little friend," Blake said in a Cuban accent referencing Scarface and brought her hand forward. She was holding a hosepipe and when she aimed it at the bullies, she opened fire and hosed them in their faces. Staggering back, they lost their footing and fell to the ground and immediately they did, Blake stopped hosing them and dropped the hosepipe to the ground. “Dude let’s go,” she then said and ran off as Arthur looked down at them for a moment and then ran off after her, leaving the bullies drenched on the ground not only rubbing their eyes but coughing as well, trying to get rid of the water that had gone into their noses.