There's not a specific word to describe how much I hate Dylan Ryker.

I patiently remained in my chair, contemplating whether should I continue with my insane plan or just wait for the dreary period to end.

Oh, well. Fuck. This. Shit.

Did Dylan genuinely believe he can stop me from roaming on this harrowing godforsaken earth by simply stealing one of my shoes? How wrong he was and having that farcical assumption alone was a proof that he wasn't in touch with reality.

Eager students leaped out of the seats and snatched their backpacks following after Ms. Hilda's final words on today's tedious class discussion, sighing in unison while heading out to the door.

Alison came upon me with her signature confused head tilt, looking down at my barefoot. Her blue eyes filled up with questions as her eyelids squeezed closer together when I passed her my pink-colored shoe.

"Where's the red one?" she inquired.

I sighed with an eye roll. "A big brown dog ran off with it."

"Dylan?" she wondered.

"No, a big talking brown dog called Scooby-Doo, of course, I'm talking about him," I answered blandly.

Alison was quiet for a moment before she started smiling. "I keep a spare pair of sneakers in my locker. Good thing we both have the same shoe size."

"Great! Let's just hope that your shoes won't give me any bacterial infection," I told her, collecting my stuff together on the desk.

Alison forced a smile. "Wait here. I'll get it for you,"

"Uh-uh, I'm coming too, metal mouth. My make up bag is in the locker and I need to fix this," I stated, gesturing to my smeared lips.

"So, you're going to walk barefoot through the hallways?" she asked, surprised.

"I'm full of surprises," I answered truthfully. "Besides, our dead ancestors with no fashion experiences had done this a million years ago, minus the hallways, of course."

I sprang from the chair to my feet and strolled out of the room. As usual, Alison quickly grabbed my books and pursued me later.

There's nothing more terrifying than receiving attention when you're insecure. It was like there's a vile voice in your head saying that you would fuck this up, one way or another or you weren't good enough according to society's beauty standard, hence no one would like you back.

That's just what Alison told me about her insecurity that I didn't give a shit about.

Why should I care about what people thought of me?

They didn't pay for my oxygen to breathe.

Do I need to impress those people so that I can have clear skin?

Ew, if only it worked.

Would I manage to save a lot of money if I met their expectations?

Absolutely N to the O.

Well, guess what? I am those people! I judge and pridefully.

Head up high, I strutted against the crowd of students, envisioning myself as a model walking down on my own runway. At first, they overlooked my appearance, but every hidden thing would be revealed by time.

"Nice suckable toes, Grace!" Brick called me out causing his other male friends cracking up.

He is a senior and I call him Big Booty Brick because he's essentially a baseball player.

"Glad to know your taste has changed from sucking dicks to toes," I countered, and hearing the boys' oohs and cheer at my comeback gave me immense satisfaction.

Alison quickened her pace to match mine and said, "I always love your clap backs, Grace."

"Just speak when you're spoken to, metal mouth. It's too early for the ass-kissing." And thank God, she finally shut up.

Along the way, I ran into Cherry and both of her nefarious minions, Lucy and Monica. The trio Gorgon sisters scowled at me as if I had told them that they were crazy for believing in astrology.

"Look who's finally decided to come out of the shit hole," Cherry sneered, poking Monica on the shoulder while Lucy giving us a look of disgust.

They broke into a laugh like a bunch of retarded hyenas from the Lion King. It wasn't that funny, to be honest. I believed they only needed a point to laugh at.

Pity.

"Cherry, that's exactly what your mother said when she shat you out of her sandpaper anus instead of her giant loose vagina," I spat.

Three of them formed a round 'O' shape with their mouths almost simultaneously as I left them stayed rooted in their last two seasons Prada heels.

Oh, the satisfaction of it all.

"I will destroy you!" Cherry cried out with exasperation and more than needed drama dripping off her voice.

Putting up my middle finger in the air, I kept on walking until I stumbled across the principal. As a silver fox, I have to say Principal Jordan still makes a great eye candy, and the fact that his hazel eyes have a grey ring around the iris makes me wonder whether it's easier to get lost in his eyes or his hair.

"Miss Nixon! We don't use that hand gesture in this school and where do you think you're going, Miss Baker?" he commented.

"I'm sorry, sir. That's my hand greeting sign to those pretentious skanks," I answered him boldly.

He laughed and shook his head. "Final warning, Miss Nixon and I suppose this isn't the right direction to the classrooms."

"I forgot to take something from my locker. You know, girl thing," I lied, forcing myself to seem innocent.

"Must have been important judging by you walking around in bare feet. Do your own business, but both of you better be in your classrooms when I'm on patrol again," he informed seriously and stalked off.

"I'll get you the shoes," said Alison to me before she strayed to her assigned locker.

I proceeded with my walk alone and discovered a brown-haired boy leaning against my locker, arms crossed on his wide pumped chest, holding my red platform shoe in one of his hand while throwing a smirk my way.

"I'm searching for the owner of this shoe, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. It comes off when she left me in the middle of our dance," Dylan declared dramatically soon as I reached him.

I decided to play along.

"My handsome Prince Charming. God had intertwined our paths again and you have finally met your soulmate because... fuck it, just give me the damn shoe," I grumbled out the last part completing letting off the singsong voice while saying that too.

Dylan smiled cheekily and held the shoe out for me with both of his hands, only to intentionally drop it on the floor when I almost grasped it.

Asswipe!

The devil spawn chuckled. "Oops, sorry, My Princess."

"I see your limp dick disease is affecting the strength of your hands." I lowered myself to the ground and picked up the shoe.

Dylan groped his left pecs and laughed louder. "I would tell you a story about my dick, but it's too long. I don't think you can handle it," he told between his laugh.

"Your extreme sexual perversion was getting out of control. You really should repent." I glared at him.

"I'd rather see you be on your knees first. Not here, of course, we can do it in the janitor's closet," Dylan suggested, taking a step to me while smirking.

"Fuck off!" I pushed him hard enough that he almost tripped and immediately walked away to find Alison.

That was the last time I saw Dylan that day.