Two worlds

Chapter 3: Angry

Chapter 3

Emma

As I enter the school with angry steps, the heels make a lot of noise.

"Wooowww Adams saw you on the news this morning, Rawr!" Someone shouts.

"No one wants to get on Emmie's nerves!" Another one shouts.

"Hot on the news today Adams!"

"Hottie Emma!”

"Sexy as hell Adams! Will you go out with me?"

Hell no.

I ignore the idiots and continue up to my locker. I am, as well as the rest of my group, highly respected at this school. But boys still like to toy with me and the other girls, since we are, what they call us, sexy. I don't agree on that part, but they say that's how it is. If it weren't for the boys in our group, the girls and I would be drowning in the hoop of boys that would be hanging around us.

I grab my English book, throw the locker lid shut with a loud bang that echoes in the whole corridor. I walk firmly up the stairs, towards my English classroom. The rest of the group is already standing there and so is Carter. I walk even faster to get there. Carter sees me and opens his mouth.

"Emma I'm so..." I don't let him finish his sentence before I ram my book into the back of his head. "... Sorry, ouch!"

"What did you do that for?" Lucas asks horrified.

"I'm guessing you've seen the news?" I shout.

They all look guilty. Everyone in this school must have a parent who watches the news during the mornings, and they must have heard me. Damn it! I hate this, I really do. Why is this happening right now?

"I'm a laughingstock at this school now, and it's his fault!" I say getting ready to ram my heavy English book into Carter's head again, but Gavin takes the book away from me.

"I don't think you should have this in your possession right now Em", he says as he puts it on top of his own book and holds it tightly.

"Fine", I say smiling falsely at him before ramming my palm into the back of Carter's head instead.

"How is it my fault?" Carter asks, rubbing the back of his head gently.

"You just had to come here didn't you?" I ask him with a poisonous voice.

"The best teachers are teaching here", Carter says. "And I can't help it if they track me down, it's not like I called them and told them to come here yesterday".

"Besides, he has the right to go to school", Lucas says.

"Whose side are you on?!" I ask him furiously.

"Johns", he says.

"Traitor", I mutter angrily.

"You're being unfair to John", Lucas argues stubbornly.

"No, it's okay", Carter says.

"Don't go on and play the understanding nice guy we all know that you are not", I spit out.

Carter is about to say something when the teacher comes.

Everyone walks in and sits down, Carter ends up sitting beside me, when everyone has taken their usual places. Typical. Our teacher seems pretty happy today.

"Hello class, we're going to start with something fun today", she says happily and claps her hands together. "You are going to write a short novel that contains at least ten pages and to make it harder you are going to do it in pairs, two wills, and two imaginations, that's going to be a challenge". Creative writing. I forgot that's what we were going to start with. "And afterward you're going to have a speech about your novel, telling us why you chose to write about what you write and the process and everything", she says.

I groan. Ugh. This would have been so much better to do alone.

"The pairs areas you're sitting now, that will be easier", Mrs. Marin says.

"Hell no!" I say standing up so fast that I knock my chair down with a loud bang. "I'm not working with him, someone else can work with Mr. Famous!"

"Why not? He made you famous too Adams", someone shouts. "You and your butt that left the camera!"

"Say that again and I'll personally cut your balls", I hiss turning around to the boy saying it, and give him a death glare.

"Ms. Adams, if you don't want detention, I suggest that you better keep quiet and sit back down", Mrs. Marin says, and all her happiness is gone. "And you'll either work with Mr. Carter or fail this class, it's up to you".

I sigh frustrated, pick up my chair, and sit down as I cross my arms over my chest, and sink down in the chair. I stare in front of me on the board where Mrs. Marin is writing stuff about the assignment. In the corner of my eye, I can see that Carter is glancing nervously at me. I couldn't care less. On the board I see that we are going to do this, the short novel and the presentation, during the coming eight weeks. Great. Two whole months with this i***t.

I feel someone tapping my shoulder. I know it's Julia since she's the one sitting behind me. I turn around to look at her.

"Be nice", she whispers.

"No", I whisper back.

"Yes!" Julia says and I sink back into the chair looking at the board.

Why should I be nice? I think it's healthy for Carter to know that not every single girl is drooling all over him. I'm really not. I would rather throw upon him than drool over him. Not everyone is as starstruck as my sister.

Ugh, this is going to be two very long months.