Big Bad Hannah

Chapter Six

Clark spied Donald from afar getting cozy with Hannah.

Typical of Donald to get friendly with the target straight away. He thought.

He could see that Hannah was smiling, nothing like the glares she gave him. They'd barely begun the game and Donald was beating him - no wonder he was the captain of the soccer team.

Clark strolled to where Hannah and Donald were talking, ready to break apart their communion.

"Hey man." Clark brought out his hand for the friendship handshake he and Donald had invented in middle school, and had used ever since.

Donald took it, surprising Clark, because Clark was damn sure Donald was annoyed with the interruption. However, both of them hid their emotions effectively from Hannah. She didn't seem to notice the silent war going on.

"Looking good Hannah." Clark ignored Hannah's stone face and complimented her. "Shouldn't you two be heading to class?" He asked.

Hannah looked down at her watch and shrugged. "It isn't late till after five minutes, isn't it? We still have three minutes."

"We better be heading then." Clark said, wearing his killer smile. "Donald, you've got Mathematics now, right?"

"I've got Economics now." Hannah rolled her eyes. "Yeah! One of my favorite subjects." She said, sarcasm dripping from her words.

"So have I." Said Clark enthusiastically. "I'll walk you to class. See you around Donald."

"I can walk myself." Hannah said and haughtily walked away.

She didn't catch the motion Donald made to Clark, where he ran his thumb across his neck, which said “I'll kill you”. Clark saluted Donald, mocking him, and went after Hannah.

Hannah wasn't too excited about Clark joining her at her side, and voiced it out.

"I told you I can walk myself to class Clark." She said, not bothering to face him.

"I heard, but in case you haven't noticed Peacock, there's only one way to Economics class." Clark replied.

"Peacock?"

"Yes. You're as colorful as a peacock, and just as proud."

"I'm gonna call you Parrot, 'cause you won't stop talking."

Hannah opened the door and walked into the class, leaving Clark smiling, as he walked in after her. He watched her take an empty seat at the back, which was coincidentally beside his regular seat. He made to walk to his seat, but was blocked by a girl, who stood in front him, glaring.

"What is it Miranda?" Clark asked her, not caring to hide his annoyance.

Miranda flipped her perfectly styled blond hair. She was very pretty, her flawless makeup and cute outfit made sure you noticed that. And she knew everyone noticed her looks, so she quickly established herself as the dominant female in the school upon enrollment, and had been ruling ever since.

"You haven't been picking my calls." She whined.

"Have you wondered if maybe, I haven't been picking your calls is because I don't want to talk to you?" Clark asked.

"I've already said I'm sorry, what else do you want?" Miranda said. "Babe. It was a mistake." She attempted to touch him, but he stepped backwards.

"Mistake? Miranda, you cheated on me with three different people, multiple times. What? You gonna say you were drunk every time?" Clark growled.

Miranda put on her most pathetic face, the one where she was almost crying.

"Babe, I'm sorry I broke your heart. I really didn't mean to. What I did was wrong, no excuse, and I'm sorry. I miss you so much; please come back to me." She pleaded.

Clark scoffed. "Break my heart? Darling, you didn't even scratch it. As for having you back," He massaged her cheek."I don't deal in overused goods."

He saw the outrage spark in Miranda's eyes, before she stomped to her seat, and couldn't help smirking. He hadn't been lying when he said she hadn't even scratched his heart. When Miranda's little sister had sent him the many photos of her cheating, he'd been more shocked than hurt, maybe a little humbled. It hurt his ego that he couldn't satisfy his girl enough, so that she had to go outside to look for pleasure. As for her sister being the one to spill the beans, he wasn't surprised. Miranda wasn't a nice person, so even her sister hated her.

That was when Clark noticed everyone in class paying attention. Some were even recording the moment. He had no doubt that the video would be going on the internet pretty soon.

Miranda sure picked the worse place for a confrontation. He thought.

"Mr Shepherd, is there any problem?"

Clark spun around just in time to catch the Economics teacher walk into the class.

"Not at all Miss Linker." He said.

"Then sit down before I send you out!" The cranky and old teacher snapped.

Hannah, who thought it was funny how Clark scurried to his seat, couldn't help snickering. That drew Miss Linker's attention.

"And you are?" Miss Linker asked.

"Hannah Hoffman." Hannah said, and had to hold herself from mimicking Miss Linker's hilarious hoarse voice.

"Hoffman. I doubt you are older than 18, and you've got so many of those agonizing paintings all over your skin. You look like a criminal, and who knows, maybe you are."

Hannah knew she should have kept quiet. It was obvious that Miss Linker was one of those people that wrote people off without getting to know them, and those people were better ignored. Besides Miss Linker's assumption wasn't so far fetched. Hannah was a criminal, a juvenile delinquent if you please. But Hannah was never the one to just sit tight.

"And you look like you just came out of the middle ages. Isn't it illegal to be your age and still be teaching?" Hannah said.

If the snarky comment affected Miss Linker, she didn't show it. Instead, she picked up a book from her desk, and opened it.

"Hannah Hoffman," She said. "strike one." She wrote something in the book. "Two more strikes and you'd be eligible for a week's detention."

Miss Linker faced the board, and began teaching, leaving Hannah to glare at her back. Hannah had just made her number one enemy.

Teaser: Hannah joins the soccer team, and makes one more addition to her long lists of enemies.

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