Chapter 42 COLD WARNING
Godiva POV
Once in middle school, I beat up a girl who pushed me down accidentally, and that was why I made a promise to Mama not to fight or get myself into any sort of trouble. But I guess they mistook my being collected as weak and thought they could walk over me.
“God, give me patience,” I shouted as I wiped the tears off my face.
“Hallelujah, sister,” Dina responded sarcastically, making me chuckle.
“So what do you plan on doing?” Dina asked, sounding upset after I told her all the drama that unfolded.
“I need to first of all give them a yellow card, hoping they never try this,” I said calmly.
“All these for just a yellow card!” Dina exclaimed, sounding pissed.
“Oh yes, girl. A public kinda yellow card,” I replied.
“How do we plan on finding the culprits?” Dina asked.
“I have a plan,” I said. “But first, help dry my hair,” I added, handing her the hot comb. Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry about my uniform, since I had an extra pair in my locker.
I stared at the mirror as I chanted what seemed like incantations. This was not just a yoga thing. It was survival. It was therapy.
Something our coach would tell us during Taekwondo practice:
“When the anger builds, when the pain intensifies, say the affirmation.”
Our coach was unique in his own way. Not only did he teach us how to master techniques in destroying opponents, he also gave us vital life lessons from his past experiences.
He would tell us things that other masters never told students, and today I was going to unleash them on someone. I just hoped it wouldn’t be enemies that had big-money backings or mafia origins, because it wouldn’t end well for me.
I cried a little more, and stepped out in confidence.
Stomping into grade 10, Dina and I headed straight for where Zoya was seated. I noticed the surprise on the faces of everyone when I banged her desk.
“Who put you up to this?” I asked Zoya in a threatening manner.
I could see fear written all over her face as she ignored us. I asked her a couple of times, still with no response.
I was already losing my patience, so I stepped away from her desk and kept staring at her, trying to figure the best way to get it out of her mouth.
“Why are you wasting your time on this girl?” Dina asked. “It’s evident she’s more scared of them."
"Then I guess we need to take her out of here and let her face the consequence since she doesn’t want to spill,” I clenched my fist, thereby instilling fear in her. I could see how her orange-looking skin began turning pale.
Zoya was an Indian with very long and silky hair, which fetched her lots of compliments.
“Get up,” I commanded furiously.
“Maybe if we trim part of your hair, you’d spill,” Dina added, making her more scared.
I stopped the second I noticed her stylishly showing me a name from her book.
I guessed she didn’t speak so she wouldn’t be picked on even more by her classmates for being a snitch, since they were obviously all scared of Lis.
“I knew it had to be that dumb girl,” Dina said as we marched out of grade 10.
“And Abigail, her cunny bestie in coat,” I chipped in as we both laughed.
I returned to class and sat quietly.
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Everything changed at this moment.
“Excuse me, sir,” I said, taking permission from the staff as we both stood at the entrance to the 12th grade.
“What is it?” Mr Bobby asked in his usual calm manner.
“Please, we have a message to pass, if you don’t mind,” Dina said, smiling at him.
“You have a few minutes then,” he said, ushering us in as he stepped out of the class.
“I realized being calm must have flushed crazy ideas down some of your blocked brains,” I said as veins popped out of my head, making the class grow loud with murmurs.
“Chill, girl. What’s that?” a voice echoed from the classroom.
Ignoring the person, I continued, “Abigail, Lis, and her cohorts, if any of you mess with me like you did today, you’ll have regrets that cannot be reversed.”
“Why don’t you report this to the school authority?” Mr Bobby’s gentle voice interrupted.
“I will only report to the school when I can’t handle it, and this I can handle, because the ‘V’ in my name stands for Violent,” I said.
“And the ‘D’ in my name stands for danger,” Dina chipped in, making the class rowdy again as some murmured while others laughed. I was almost laughing but tried hard to fight it.
“Sir!” Leo said, raising his hand.
“Yes, Leo,” Mr Bobby said, turning his attention to him.
I could hear my heart beat faster as I watched Leo stand to his feet.
“This sort of disrespect isn’t allowed, sir,” he said, making the class even more rowdy. “They are peasants who don’t know basic etiquette, which is why they brazenly walked in here to disrupt your class,” he continued, throwing me a cold stare followed by a smile of satisfaction.
I could hear loud laughter and side comments coming from the class as Mr Bobby tried calming them down.
Dina and I were both mute. It was as if we suddenly became dumbfounded by the mocking laughter and insults thrown at us by the class.
Dina and I both smirked, watching everyone laugh at us. I was surprised that Dina didn’t react to what he said. Instead, she kept smiling, which was even more surprising.
“And what do you call those who ambushed her?” Dina asked, smiling.
“We are sorry for disrupting your lessons, sir,” I said, looking sober.
“We just had to call them out publicly,” Dina added, looking remorseful.
“And what now? You think you’ve put them in their place?” Leo mocked, leading the class to an outburst of laughter.
Without saying a word, Dina and I folded our arms as Mr Bobby went round trying to stop the noise.
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An aggressive tap from Dina woke me up.
Damn it was all a dream. "Div... Div How do we go about it?"
"Nah just forget it. We will get them when the time is right."
I saw Leo walk off proudly from the class and I needed to confront him, I assumed he sent the flowers. “Leo, stop sulking over me, you overpampered brat,” I thundered.
“Sending her flowers is very cheap trash,” Dina added as the class began whispering among themselves.
“I sent the flowers, not Leo,” a voice rang from the entrance.