Wow, So I’m the Faerie Queen

Chapter 1 -Pt 2-

Of course the fates above want to continue seeing mess. They must be bored to be messing with me though. As I walked in the classroom, Mrs. Briggs Home Ec, Danielle, Lionel’s girlfriend, thought it was funny to call me out.

“Wassup Queen B! Y...y..yeh lil paint bomb was funny n all, but what y...y..ye gon’ do when my boyfriend get a disease or sum? That’s harming a student y...yo...you can get expelled for that,” she says, stuttering her life away. She only does it when she’s nervous, so that poses the question why she even messing with me in the first place? She just like Lionel, but unlike him, I can’t stand her at all. She not a enemy, she a fly who need to get swat.

I roll my eyes at her and walk to the back row where I’m the only one there. Despite what I said to Tiny about people getting to know me, everyone keeps a respectful distance away. Despite knowing most of them all they lives, they still consider me a stranger. The class is broken up by threes and they mostly with their friends. I tried being friends with them, but everyone so damn messy and no one likes what I like. The only people I really interact with are the girls in P.E. And that’s the only class. At lunch, I sit with them and we talk about classes and what’s our next move against the boys, but that’s it. I don’t really have any friends. And that’s sad as hell. I'm surrounded by people, but I feel so alone.

I’ve gotten used to it though, actually liking I don’t have to bend in half for anyone but my family. Those little boys are the only ones here who I really care about.

“How y...y...you gonna ignore me when I’m talking to y..y..yo—“

“Oh shut the hell up Danielle. I didn’t do that, someone else did. And he wouldn’t catch no disease from paint, duck. Even if it was me and I was to be expelled for harming a student, what if I and the other 30 girls who got mud in they shoes had slipped and twisted an ankle? I guess we all just getting expelled for causing others harm, huh?”

“How you know that was Lionel though? That could’ve been—“

“Ms. Lewis, please sit down and stop disrupting my class. How’s that pillow coming along, you doing your stitches right?” The whole class burst out in snickers and giggles as Mrs. Briggs point out Danielle’s big ball of thread on her table. Her bright ass turn red as she sits down and try to rip the ball out. Oou, I was so close in yanking her fake, long ahh braids out her hair. Mustard yellow does no good for her skin. Vibrant colors would look better, like a sunset orange or snowball red. As a light skin, she can make that look really cute with the clothes she wear. Her color coordination is so out of whack.

I look towards Mrs. Briggs and mouth a thank you for the save. She nods and get back to reading her book. It has a book cover, so you know she not supposed to be reading it for work. She’s like a typical young, black, no nonsense mom to all of us. I think she’s 32, but she won’t tell us her age. I shake my head, scolding her for probably reading 50 Shades of Grey again, and take out my finished pillow, laying my head on it. As soon as I say that, the door opens and in walk Tiny with her head held high and like she wasn’t just in a fight. The ice pack on her hand and tiny cuts on her face are the only evidence of that. As soon as she sees me, she grins all cute like her eyes never leave mine. Huh, that was fast.

“Oh so you’re the new girl. Y’all, this is Cassandra, she new here, so y’all be nice,” Mrs. Briggs say.

“Can’t be nice if she picking fights with people who ain’t do nun!” Danielle says, the whole class agreeing. When she speak for what’s right, she becomes less infuriating.

“Tara and Krystal apologized to her and they accepted her apology. Everyone was in the wrong here, so don’t hold it to her anymore,” I call out, laying down comfortably on my pillow. Ah, this is so soft.

No one says anything more as Danielle huffs and goes back to cutting her ball. Cassandra walks swiftly to me and takes the seat on my right.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hey. Should’ve told me you were in this class,” I say to her, my eyes closed.

“Well I don’t know how I would’ve done that if you ran out the room fast. I couldn’t catch up to your long legs and had to take 4 breaks.”

I laugh at that, opening my eyes. “Why were you following me anyway?”

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“What?”

She didn’t bat a lash as she asked all serious, “You like girls?”

I sat upright and covered my mouth to try not to laugh. What kinda question? That was so unexpected. As I calm down, I ask “And what if I do?”

“Well, I’m just curious because you did all that downstairs and everybody was watching but no one said anything about it so—-“

“Yes, I like girls. I like guys too and you shouldn’t be scared to say that here if you are. We don’t judge no one on what gender they like or what gender they wanna be. Just who you like and how you dress because this school is so damn messy.”

She laughs at that and it is so cute. “Well, good to know. My other school wasn’t so nice, and I didn’t want a repeat of that.” I caught her twiddling her thumbs as she said it. Oh. Now I get why they moved schools.

“Well, here’s some tips. The girl who just yelled, Danielle, a b***h. Don’t hang with her unless you want to keep your enemies close, even though she ain’t a worthy enemy. Tayshawn over there in the first row with the two girls is a nice guy. He can cook really good, and he also gay. His boyfriend isn’t in this class, so be glad about that.”

“Why?”

“Ugh, they are so lovey dovey, it is so sickening. Then they like to mess with us singles and if both of them and Danielle in the same room, get ready for a episode of Real Housewives. I’m glad I don’t have any classes with them three anymore, I purposely went to detention just to get away from them.”

She laughed again, saying, “Girl, I know what you talking about! I had the exact same people at my old school. This girl Kayla had..” The rest of the period was us talking about our schools, how messy people can be, and how Mrs. Briggs wrong for reading 50 Shades of Grey in class.

Remember when I said that it was nice not having friends, I was good on my own? I wanna take that back. This feels so refreshing, actually talking to someone who knew me for me and not my title.

Wait, she knew who I was by now, right?