All Because of a Threat

This is the last day of a tiresome school year. Between surprise tests and exams as hard as fuck, I am anything but surprised that everyone wants to go on holidays.

Kasey, Jordan, Jayda and I can't wait to leave this sort of jailhouse to head to heaven. Believe me, I am fed up of being left behind because of almost everyone having a boyfriend, Neelia being better than me (luckily next hear she will go to college, and, yeah, it's super-hyper-extra hard, as my mom keeps reminding both of us) and, obviously, Tamora Reegan. Nobody can put up with her. Her words are as poisonous as a viper. If you don't pay attention to what you say, she can cut your throat in thousands of pieces.

Jordan is eyeing Kyle Conway, a classmate of ours, all the time. Kasey and Jayda are laughing behind her, whereas I am not reacting at all. I am not that much in the mood of rolling my eyes or whatever, I don't really think it's worth it. And, moreover, I would pass as rude.

However, this peace I've been enjoying until now ends as soon as Neelia approaches me. Huh. What the fuck does she want? I have no time to be taunted.

"Come on. Spit it out," I say pretty lazily. "What the fuck do you want from me?"

"What about being nicer?" she retorts.

"Why should I be nice to you?" I snap back, and she glares at me. "You are never nice to me." Touché.

She leaves, clearly irritated by my words. She is fed up with me, I guess. She always wants to be the perfect sister/daughter/friend. Whatever. She isn't. And I am fed up of being called a midge by her or being ignored by my mother. I wish anyone besides my friends would notice me.

Never mind. I am at school. There's no reason why I should be ranting about my family situation. But, while I am lost in my self-destructive thoughts, I accidentally bump into one of the most appealing and attractive guys in our class. Ty Conley. Luckily, he doesn't fall down and somewhat manages to keep calm, otherwise I know he would rage at me.

His striking eyes are catching my attention, and I end up smiling back at him before blushing and muttering confusedly, "I am sorry."

He just shrugs and replies, "Sorry for what?" like that would mean 'it always happens.'

"Well... I mean... sorry for bumping into you... and pushing you..."

"You didn't push me!" he denies.

"Oh, yes, I did," I insist.

"Don't insist, I know you didn't push me, let even on purpose." He is smiling again. This is definitely confusing me. How come is he doing so? Is he doing it on purpose? Is he trying to make me fall for him?

Anyway, my thoughts are distracted by the bell ringing for the last, terrible Maths class. I never liked Maths. The teacher has somehow always found a way to torture us, and managed to do so for an entire year. Nonetheless, even though his teaching method is anything but exciting, better say a torture (why the fuck I am always repeating this word, I will never get to know it), I always managed to get quite good marks, much to my parents' pleasure (no, they're not the typical strict parents, yet I have to admit my mom is pretty apprehensive), and my own relief.

This time, though, he isn't exactly in the mood of teaching, or, in his words, 'confusing us till our brains become jelly'. He looks serious, but in the scary way. In fact, he announces, "This will be my last class here," in a  pretty flat tone, though a bit of sadness could be perceived in his voice.

The other students don't seem to care that much about what he's saying or going to say, which irritates me. But I do. 'Fuck my empathy towards other people! Everyone will just think I am a teachers' darling.'

Anyway, he still goes on. "I'm gonna retire." I'm struggling badly to contain a sort of secret excitement, mostly because I'll finally find someone who can actually make people interested in Maths, and I will be bound to pay attention to them instead of daydreaming.

The others can't help giggling, which makes me uncomfortable to the point that I have to reprimand them. "Be quiet, please. I don't want him to notice," but Jordan provokes me, "Since when did you become his darling?"

"I'm not his darling!" I deny.

"Don't deny..." advises Jayda but she immediately cuts herself off. The teacher still wants us to pay a little bit of attention to him.

"Make sure you complete all the tasks I assigned you the last time for the summer. The new teacher will be more than likely to check them," he says at last, before leaving the room. A surreal silence is surrounding us, as no-one is even pronouncing a single word.

About twenty minutes later, the bell rings and we are ready to head to the canteen for lunch. Kasey, Jayda and Jordan are still sort of laughing, which is now taking a huge toll on me. "Can you stop?" I hiss. However, they don't seem to pay much attention to me, much to my distress.

Anyway, what's worse is what's about to happen next. Tamora Reegan, the meanest girl in my school, who is a couple of years older than me and has constantly been picking on me the whole school year, belittling and insulting me all the time, is here and is doing whatever in her power to ruin this last day as well.

The good news, however, is that she has to graduate next year, unless they fail her. Though, it's impossible that teachers are going to fail her, because her father is very influential - I wonder what her mother thinks, though.

Anyway, Tamora is giving me cold daggers and I can't avoid them at all. The more she glares at me, the worse. I wish I could leave, but neither I nor my friends can. We must stand her presence and get ready to cry and feel mortified when she's gonna belittle us.

"So, Putina," she smirks, already irking me twice. Firstly, because I hate when she smirks, and, secondly, my name is Putana. "Are you paying attention to me?"

Oh, come on. Who does she think she is? I really wish I could break her bones. She must stop, once for all. But, hey. She's one year behind Neelia, and I know my sister has given her some extra lesson, to no avail though, due to that witch being so used to cheating that I wonder whether she has ever opened a textbook in her life.

Perfect. Here comes Neelia. I know she has shooed me away before, and that we don't get on that well, but I know she wants to make amends. This is why she asks me, "What's the problem, Putana?"

However, I can't even answer the question because Tamora is glaring at me again, and she is more than determinate to ruin my life. Neelia, however, won't let this happen. "You know, Tamora. You must stop looking at my sister like that. I think you may want to follow my advice."

The bitch, anyway, won't back up. She never backs up anything, and what she is about to say is definitely making me feel uncomfortable...

Continues on the next chapter