The Queenbee’s Downfall

2: Badass and Princess Part 2

"Oh my God, he's Brian! The hottest guy of Eastwood High. And he is also the captain of the Soccer team. Why would you reject his proposal to date you?", 'Talulah asked me incredulously through my car’s speakers.

"Look girl, I have come to know of him when I was jogging around the area and sprained my ankle. He offered help and I gladly took it, but just because he did that doesn't mean I am obliged to give him a dinner date as a reward, just like that," I answered snapping my two fingers.

"You said it yourself, Cait, he was indeed persuading in making you his girlfriend. Isn't that a sign that he's really into you? Why do you have to decline?", Fawn asked.

I rolled my eyes. "A man who is too eager to get the woman is not really a man, Fawn. A man must be patient and wait for the woman to accept his heart, just as the woman waits for her right man at the perfect time that God has given them. Boys like Brian? I am certain he's a cheater. Although I slightly took his persuasion, but it was a one time thing. We just flirted, nothing special...”

A smirk escaped my lips when I heard the both of them let out a deep groan. As if telling me that Brian was such a total loss when I decided to not accept the guy as my boyfriend. But this conversation might become longer and out of hand if we continue further. I don't want them knowing that Brian and I almost had s*x inside my room. That’s too private and should not be discussed easily.

So I ended our call.

It’s not my fault if I noticed how fast Brian’s actions were with the, still, unlabeled relationship. He's hot, yes, but that's just it. His handsome face, boyish grin, and a bad boy aura. That’s all he can show to numerous women. And if I ever let myself bite his visible trap, it would be my virginity's end. And I don't want that.

I was snapped back to reality when a car honked at me really loud. I stepped on the break in no time because my car almost collided with a van. My breathing became uneven as I scan what happened. Its route was supposed to be in my direction. If I wasn’t too quick to act, a big collision would happen because I crossed over the line. And I just noticed now how I was almost in a different lane.

I could my heart beating loud and fast as my eyes wide in shock. Hands trembling, fear crept in me as sweats formed on my forehead.

I could see through the vague windshield how wicked the eyes were of the driver, looking straight in to my eyes. Taking a lot of courage as I gulped hard, I mouthed ‘I'm sorry’ to him. And just like a bubble popping, he quickly drove off the scene. I really though he’d create a commotion. Fortunately, I saw how his friends stopped him.

When I looked up, I laughed at myself. I did not even noticed the traffic lights changed when I was so attentive. Constantly glancing up at it. Yet, my life was almost discarded. All because we were talking about Brian.

I leaned back on my seat and closed my eyes. Trying to even my breathing and calm my beating heart. A realisation hit me. Talking about boys could possibly kill you, huh? I took a deep breath before opening my eyes again. This is the reason why I hate remembering Brian and I's memories. It endangers my life.

I answered the call when my friends’ names flashed on the screen. "I'm fine, no need to worry about me," and I quickly ended it, not letting them speak to me.

When the lights changed, I drove off to school. I'm already absent from my 5th period. I should not be late for the 6th. There are only two subjects left and I am incomplete in attendance.

10 blocks from here, at a famous Tech Company, we will soon arrive at Liberty University. There wasn’t supposed to be a traffic. However, due to my stupidity, the usual routine of mine was crashed. Like a boulder falling hard, ending my success.

Though every person here in our little town likes to walk on the streets as part of their daily routine. They’re not like other people who are stagy. Always using a car even if their destination, or workplace, is just nearby to where they actually live.

The Mayor of this town, as what he had said during his speech, he does not like the practice of being a lazy person. Most of our people use bikes as their mode of transport. And it’s a brilliant idea. This is also the reason why I do not want to leave this place, because it is not like any other.

Some places are too crowded, polluted and there's too much heat. But here in our town, it's somewhat cool and the air is refreshing. Probably because, it's being recycled by the leaves of the trees, standing at each end of every building.

As soon as we arrived in school, I immediately searched for my parking space. Only to be halted. My lips parted as I gasp in shock. For a moment there I could not believe what I am seeing! But then I pursed my lips as my heart started to beat fast and loud again.

Gripping the steering wheel as my jaw tightened by the sight of this stupid matte black Ferrari, I got out of my car.

What in the hell?

I slammed the car door shut. I was about to walk towards the black Ferrari when I felt two pair of hands gripped on both of my arms.

"Let go of me girls, you wouldn't want this behavior,” I warned them. “Stopping a Queen from hunting down the culprit."

"Stop it Cait, you'd get in trouble, let's just find another spot. Okay?", Fawn’s tired statement while pulling me to a different direction hit me in the chest.

Are they tired of me?

Even Talulah was doing the same. "Just calm down. You don’t even know who owns that car."

The thoughts of my friends being done with me left my mind as soon as I felt my cheeks heating.

I was even more irritated because she was right. I still don’t know who the vagrant is that owns this stupid, yet amazing, sports car. How can a Queen hunt down an offender when she does not know its name?

When they felt me calm down a little, only then did they release me and deeply sighed in relief. I rolled my eyes heavenwards.

"Don't sound like I am being a pain in the ass to you guys."

"But you are!", the frustration in their voice is clearer than the ocean.

I just laughed before glaring at them.

"Fine. I'll just wait for the guy to show up so that I could punish him."

"What?!"

With that I got in my car and started the engine. I’ll just have to look for another parking space. Prepare yourself, whoever you are, pest! You’ll soon taste the ferocity of the one and only, Caitlyn Montero.

When I was able to park, I immediately got off and went straight to the school entrance. I will ask my History teacher for a Clinic Slip first. If I'm successful in achieving this goal, then this would be the first time I cut class. But definitely would be the last.

I headed to the 2nd floor where my locker is. I will get my props to make my excuse— allergy to be exact— look realistic namely; The Rhinitis Allergy. All I need to do is make myself sneeze and I will be off to my mission.

But then I abruptly stopped when my eyes came in contact with a pair of dark orbs. He looked straight in to my eyes while spraying paint on a locker.

"s**t," the guy with brown curly hair whispered.

This calls for the duty of a Rebel Catcher.

I hurriedly walked towards the two, who were apparently statued in their position, because they did not even bother to run away from me. When I got close to them, I quickly grabbed both of the spray-paint they were holding.

"What do you think you two are doing?", I demanded them to answer, trying to ignore their intense gaze at me.

God, they're making me conscious about myself, when they should be the one being affected by my charm.

The corner of my eyebrow rose as the man with curly hair suddenly plastered his boyish grin at me.

"Dude, I'm out," and absentmindedly watched him scurried fast the reason why I wasn’t able to get ahold of him.

When I noticed the sudden movement of this guy in front of me, I immediately gripped his muscly forearm before glaring.

"Don't even think about it."

I expect him to retort back like all the other rebels in school does but I was slightly taken aback when he just smirked at me after crossing his arms, locking my small hand in place.

I tried to remove my hand but it didn't even budge! And this man seemed to have no intention of releasing my hand’s stuck in between his hand and muscly arms!

"Move your arm," I ordered in gritted teeth. But I immediately moved away from him when he leaned on closer.

"Make me," his voice was low.

My irritation only increased because of him. First, I had a slight irritation towards my mom because of not doing the laundry. Second, someone parked their stupid car on my favourite space. And third, this bad boy is really getting into my nerves!

I took a deep breath before closing my eyes to calm myself. Don’t stoop down to his level, Cait. It’ll only stress you out and increase the wrinkles on your face. Let the rainbows and unicorns flow into your beautiful self and calm down.

When I opened my eyes I forced myself to not be affected by the presence of this man. Instead, I turned my back on him, still my hand is stuck in his, and paid attention to the locker he and his companion had been tripping over.

However, I could not contain the irritation that I felt a couple of minutes ago when I found out that it was my locker which they were vandalizing! My breathing was literally uneven because of mixed emotions. Exhaustion, fear, rage, worry. It all boiled down and made me burst.

"O-ow.. Ouch!", I no longer cared about the pain my nails are inflicting him.

He chose to let my hand be stuck in his arms, I’ll give him what he wants.

I was gripping hard on his forearm, my nails are digging deep through his skin. With the sharpness of my nails, I would not be surprised if I bruised his arm.

'Bubuyog in your area!'

That is what’s written on the locker door, not just mine but to every locker on this floor. I could no longer restrain myself. I used the spray-paint I had confiscated and sprayed it on his clothes.

"You stupid bad boy!", I screamed.

"Hey, stop it!", he complained which I just ignored.

Only then did he release my hand and used both of his hands to shield his white shirt and block the spray-paint. He kept shouting and complaining to me but I just continued spraying him, not caring if I accidentally painted his arm and face.

"You ruined my beautiful locker!"

"Cait?", a voice called out.

My head turned to a direction and I saw our principal standing a few feet away from us. Filled with confusion as his eyes constantly looks at me, Heath and at the locker full of spray-paint made by this bad boy as he approached us.

My heartbeat quickened when his face became menacing and suddenly stopped not far from us. Oh no, I'm doomed!

But my life was even more doomed when I heard the ringing of the school bell and a bunch of students went out of each classroom. All of them, they immediately stopped and were glued to the ground as their mouths hanged open while looking at us.

"My office, now."

No! I didn't do anything wrong!

"Oh my God, Caitlyn's the leader of the delinquents?"

What the f**k?!