Chapter Two🍷(Karma )
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''Pinch me and tell me that you didn't do
that,'' Pauline gaped at me, her cheeseburger
hung in mid-air.
''Well, he's a jerk,'' I simply said, dragging a
chair and flopping down beside Ethan.
''Don't worry, Pauline's just jealous that he
talked to you,'' Ethan joked and Pauline threw
him a sour look. I grinned and bit into my
burger and immediately felt like spitting it out.
Trust me, the stereotype of the high school
food being absolutely disgusting is cent
percent true.
''Carpe diem, honey,'' I nodded at Pauline,
quoting the 'Dead Poet's Society,' one of my
favorite movies.
''Shut up. There's also a thing called karma,
you know. He'll turn your life into living hell,
don't you understand?'' Pauline hissed, getting
a tad bit intense.
''Well, that's true,'' I admitted, looking
across the room at his table. I saw that he
was already staring at me--I visibly shivered
and he mockingly grinned and turned his
attention back to his friends. The high school
slut, Laura Chambers, who had a reputation
for sleeping with the entire football and
swimming team was draped around him.
He was paying no attention whatsoever to
her. He had perhaps been the first person in
Amity High or the entire planet to have ignored
Laura Chambers.
''Seriously, honey, you've got yourself in
trouble,'' Pauline sighed, shaking her head
tragically. She was just overreacting. It
couldn't be so bad, could it?'
****
I frowned at the white sheet before me. An
analysis of Jane Eyre. I was an avid reader
but I personally found classics boring.
Nevertheless, I clicked open my pen and began
to work. Suddenly, something small hit the
back of my head.
A note.
Confused, I opened and read it. ''What's
the analysis of Jane Eyre nerd?" was scrawled
on it. I turned back and I saw Brad, who
winked at me.
My cheeks heated up. I wasn't going to let
him copy my homework?, obviously. I gave him
a ''no way'' look and turned back to my work.
Apparently, I had been staring for too long
because another crumpled up note was thrown
my way. ''Want to do more than just spilling
coke on me?''
I immediately got pissed off. What a p*****t.
Of all people, he just wanted to piss me off.
Fortunately, the bell rang and I got the hell
out of there to my locker.
Relieved to get away from him, I opened my
immensely disorganized locker (nerds are
humans too) and started taking my books. I
slammed it shut and got the fright of my life.
Leaning against the locker next to mine was
Brad.
''What in the heck do you want?'' I almost
screamed and attracted the attention of a few
students.
''You ruined my jacket,'' he simply said.
''I'll buy you a new one. And I'll try my best
to clean the mess, fine?'' I grumbled. ''I have
to leave now. I have a class to attend, unlike
you.''
Just as I was about to leave, he sprang up
in my path. ''You owe me one.''
Yeah, he was really hot up close and
everything, but seriously, this guy needed to
back off! Suddenly someone tapped me on my
shoulder. I crossed my fingers and hoped it
was Pauline or Superman to save me from this
jerk.
It was Jay and I so wanted to crawl into a
hole and die. ''Hey, can I talk to you for a
second? Alone?" he asked.
''Sure,'' I whispered, my heart hammering
wildly in my chest. Why did I feel like this
whenever I was around him?
I glanced at Brad, desperate for him to get
the hint to leave. He remained obstinate as
ever, looking at the both of us, smirking.
''Leave, Brad,'' I whisper-yelled so that only
he could hear.
''Nope. Does little Brielle have a thing going
on for Jay?'' he mockingly said in a high
pitched voice, which sounded like a typical
girly girl--and I did not sound like that!
''Nevermind, let's go there,'' I said, pointing
to a corner.
''Sure,'' Jay hesitantly said, glancing at Brad.
He was definitely sensing some tension
between me and Brad. ''What's up with him?''
''He's just being the usual jerk he is,'' I said
shortly, not wanting him to the topic of our
conversation. ''So, do you need something?''
''Um, this sounds really stupid, but could you
help me with this project Mr. Beverly assigned
us? I can't make heads or tail out of it, I
swear,'' he chuckled, his dimples showing. I
wondered how I wasn't dead by his killer smile
yet. Oh god, that sounded so horrible and
cheesy. But as far as I knew, Jay Rush was
the golden boy--his grades were perfect, the
looks and everything. Why did he need help
from me?
''And maybe we could go out and get some
coffee later?" he awkwardly said, scratching
the back of his head nervously.
My immediate impulse was to run and hide
away somewhere. Was he indirectly asking me
out on a date? No, obviously not. I was just
an average looking girl -- not gorgeous like
Jay's previous girlfriends -- which did include
Laura, by the way. But I was on cloud nine,
naturally. Spending time with Jay was the first
thing on my ''TO-DO'' list.
I opened my mouth to reply when someone
from behind my shoulder said, ''No, she's
busy.''
Shocked, I turned around only to see that
jerk, Brad, there. ''Excuse me?'' Jay said,
puzzled.
''We're up on a date,'' Brad said, winking at
me. ''We're kind of dating.''
''Oh, sorry, maybe later,'' Jay said, still
confused. He obviously knew he was lying-- he
had seen what had happened in the cafeteria
today. But he still didn't say anything, being
the good boy he is. ''See you around, Bri.'' I
was beyond angry at Brad.?? I wished I had a
chainsaw right now so I would saw off his
stupid face.
''What the hell Brad?...'' I yelled, glaring at
him. If looks could kill, he surely would have
been dead by now.
''Told you, Bri,'' he tauntingly emphasized on
''Bri'', referring to the nickname Jay called me.
''Messing with me has dire consequences.''
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