Chapter Twenty-Four

"OK! Everyone, cool it!" What the fuck is going on?

"Oh, look who it is? Miss little 'I'm so pitch perfect'" Olivia monks and settles her hands underneath her chin ad our eyes fix on each other. I walk into my form room and the whole of the class is staring at me. What is all this about!? Olivia smirks as one of the boys leans into her and whispers in her ear. Her eyes are still on me, but I look away, averting my gaze.

What a complete and utter bitch...

I lock eyes with Natasha who is sitting at the back of the class, next to the window. She shoots me a soft smile and looks down at her lap...well, her phone. Little does the teacher know that of course. I smile and make my way towards her. I can still here gossiping and muttering behind me from the boys and the one and only slut, Olivia.

"Is it OK if I sit next to you?" I ask hesitantly and Natasha looks up with shocked eyes. "Of course, you can." I smirk and pull the chair out and sit down. She turns her phone off and tucks it away in her blazer pocket. "Are you OK now?" She asks with a soft expression but not quite smiling. I nod, "Yes. Sorry I mouthed off. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

She sighs and laughs softly, "It’s OK, we all lose our temper from time to time. No biggy."

"I feel bad though."

"Don't be. It’s fine. You didn't hurt anyone."

I rub my face in frustration, "I know but I just feel so annoyed with myself."

"Look, I wouldn't worry about Dylan. Just give him time." I nod and sigh tiredly. For a second, Natasha glances towards the other side of the class and my conscience tells me she's looking at slutty Olivia.

"I know! Oh, god! Haha! Yeah!" Olivia is laughing hysterically in her usual high-pitched voice. God, I just want to punch her!

"She's such a slag, I swear." She whispers and one of the boys laugh loudly and I hear one of them slap their knee.

"Um, Alice?" I hear Natasha say quietly and I raise my eyes up to hers. I already know what she's going to say. "yep?"

"Olivia is really slagging you off."

I groan and look over my shoulder. She's giving me the deathliest glare I could ever imagine. One of the boys begin to snigger and whisper something in her ear, her face literally lights up at whatever he has just said.

"Oi, Alice! What was it like fucking Dylan?"

My heart immediately sinks, and my breathing becomes quick. My cheeks are burning up and I try my best to avoid her eyes. Those eyes.... their just so evil and cold.

"Well?" She prompts, tilting her head and both the boys beside her snigger. I sigh and turn around, facing Natasha. Natasha tries not to look at me, instead she pretends she is looking at her contact book. I want Natasha to back me up but she never ever gets involved with anyone else's arguments and that disappoints me above all else.

"Answer me, then!" Olivia suddenly yells across the classroom, and I can’t help but shoot her a dirty look. Her eyes widen and the boys start chanting, "Ooo! Fight, fight, fight!!" I roll my eyes at their immaturity.

"Alice, just ignore her." Natasha whispers, her eyes fixed on her homework book. She's pretending not to be a part of the situation but she's warning me off before I do something. Seriously regret. I grit my teeth and looked down at my clenched wrist on the desk, even Natasha notices it and pats my arm in a friendly gesture. "I'm going to hit her straight in the face in a minute." I growl through gritted teeth. Instead, Olivia yells out in response, "Com on then! Show me your worst, jumped up little freak!"

"Fuck off!" I shout in response. Olivia laughs forcefully and the boys join in, "Has she always been a retard?" I overhead one of the boys ask and Olivia giggles in response.

"She's such a freak." Another boy mutters under his breath. "Didn't I tell you? No wonder Dylan doesn't want to be friends with her!" Olivia laughs loudly, her words creeping up my spine like evil words of a curse.

"He shouldn't be too disappointed. Its not very often girls throw themselves at boys like that. She always was a slag." She adds and giggles. I ignore and keep my eyes on Natasha who is sending me friendly smiles every now and then.

"I heard she took his virginity. Apparently, Alice was his first." One of the boys smirk and Olivia laughs out loudly. "Doesn't surprise me!"

Before I knew it, my legs are pushing me up from my chair and I am marching straight towards her. Olivia laughs even harder and the boys continue to snigger over her. "Shut up, OK? Shut the fuck up!" I shout down at her and she just smiles in triumph, "Or what?"

"I'll fucking kill you, that’s what!"

The boys burst out into laughter, I must look so small and pathetic compared to her. "Ooh, I'm so scared."

"I mean it!"

"What? A small thing like you? I think you're forgetting I could knock the ten times shit out of you."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah!" She replies, suddenly shooting up from her chair. By this point the whole class is staring at us. I glance around in realisation but Olivia is oblivious to it all, her eyes are completely fixated on me.

"Alice and Olivia!" My form tutor suddenly exclaims from behind me. I roll my eyes and turn to look at her, "What? Don't look at me, it’s her!" I point in Olivia's face and she makes a move to whack my arm, but I dodge her.

"Outside! NOW!" My form tutor shouts and points towards the classroom door. Me and Olivia look at each other as the class laugh and gossip amongst themselves. "Yeah, Alice! Outside!" Olivia shoves me and I growl, shoving her twice the pressure. Before I know it, we are in a full-scale fight. "Why you touching me for, you bitch!" Olivia screams and reaches for my head to grab a fist full of my hair.

I grab her wrist and yank it down as my left hand grabs the top of her head. I pull her head forward. HARD. My fingers knot in the strands of her brown locks and I yank her down the the ground. Her hands clench and she tries punching my stomach as her nails claw at my legs.

The class laugh and chant, "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!!!"

"Hey! Break it up, girls! NOW!" NY form tutor screams from beside me but my attention is focused on Olivia's hair. I pull harder and she screams so loud I think she might just deafen me.

"STOP IT!!" My form tutor, Miss Yankee is nearly pleading for me to stop but can't. I just can't seem to remove my hand. I yank Olivia's head back up in level with me and we glare at each other in the face. Before I can act her hand balls into a fist and she punches me. "Fuck you!"

Punch!!!!

I hit her on the nose and release my hand from her hair. She grunts and falls back. She regains her balance and touches her now bleeding nose. Despite the raw pain in my left cheek, I'm not feeling too bad. I just stand there motionless, my heartbeat at a rapid pace as I breath heavily with Alf fear and half anger. Everything just balled up within me and its now all been released.

"GET OUT!' Miss Yankee shouts and look up at her with a blank expression. Olivia is too in grossed about what damage I've done to her precious nose. I sniff, tying to hold back tears, my fists clenched at my sides, my jaw rock hard with anger. Finally, I obey and leave the classroom.