Justin's POV
It’s almost the end of another hellish school day and I can’t stop my mind from wondering about all the different ways I could make Chris suffer. I sneak a glance in Hobb’s direction and notice he’s staring straight at me, with that fucking face full of satisfaction. Asshole!
“CHRISTOPHER HOBBS!” Mr Langly yells. “Could you tell me what could possibly be more interesting than your education?” This is why Langly is one of the most hated teachers in the school, the fucker gets wound up by the smallest of things. Makes me wonder how he ever got a teaching job – desperation I suppose?
“Err…..”
I have to inwardly laugh at the fact that for once, Chris is lost for words. I start to doodle on my notebook, not paying any attention to what the teacher is saying, of course Mr Langly notices this.
“JUSTIN TAYLOR!”
Fuck! “Sorry sir,” I mumble, not meeting his eyes.
“That’s it you’re both in detention.”
“Fuck!” Chris shouts in outrage. For the first time since Chris starting making it his mission in life to destroy me, I actually agree with him.
“Watch your language Chris,” Langly the lunatic chided.
On that notes the bell rings. I was actually looking forward to going home, but now I’m stuck in detention...alone with my tormenter. Thank god, I only have one more week left and then I’m out of this hell hole.
The whole class, with the exception of Chris and myself, pack up their things and head out the door. Daph glances back at me as she leaves, worry etched across her face before disappearing out the door.
“Sir, I have football practice, I need to go.”
“And I am in the land of I don’t care.”
Defeated, Chris slumps back in his chair and unfortunately turns his icy cold gaze to me. I visibly gulp and that pleases him no end. I quickly whip my head to the front and make it my mission to count how many specs of chalk are on the teacher’s desk. One, two, three... don’t look at Chris... four, five. “Now you two make yourselves useful and bang the erasers. They need a good clean,” Shit! There goes my chalk counting mission.
We both take a pair of erasers and walk towards the window. I bang them together and the dust goes into the air and irritates my allergies. Oh great, that’s all I need to be sneezing. As usual luck is not on my side and Chris notices. The fucker then proceeds to bang his erasers near me, sending the chalk dust in my direction. That sends me into a sneezing fit and makes him smirk triumphantly. Fucker!
After what seemed like an eternity Mr Langly announces that detention is over and we’re free to go. I hesitate at this, forgetting that I have to walk out with Chris…alone. Shit! I quickly pack away my school shit and race out the door. I’m halfway down the hallway, when I feel a hand grab me by the back of the neck. Fucking Hobbs, he spins me round and smacks my head into a near by locker. Laughing, he lets me go and I fall to floor, giving him an opportunity to give me a swift kick in my already bruised ribs. Satisfied, he continues down the hallway, leaving me pitifully lying on the floor, holding my ribs.
I find myself walking down Liberty Avenue after my run in with Chris. I’m not really in the mood to go home right now, even though I need release from the pain and torment I’ve suffered today. I near the Diner and smack straight into someone, I look up at the stranger and see the most gorgeous man in the world. Am I drooling. I think I’m drooling.
“Shit! I’m sorry...” I begin to apologise, but he cuts me off with a wave of his hand and enters the diner.
I follow him inside and watch the gorgeous man walk over to a booth that’s occupied by another dark haired guy. “Hey Brian,” the dark haired man greets. Brian. Nice name. I suddenly realize how stupid I must look, standing in the middle of the diner staring at a complete stranger.
“What can I get you honey?” Deb asks. I turn around to face her. “Hey sunshine, where have you been hiding yourself?”
“Oh, I’ve just had a lot to do.” Liar. “I've Been too busy with friends and I just haven’t had the time to come down.” Liar, liar pants on fire.
“What will it be?” Deb asks, popping her gum.
“Just some lemon bars to go.” While Debbie is busy getting my order; I turn around to take another look at the hottie I bumped into. I turn back around just as Deb appears with my lemon bars. “Thanks,” I say and walk out of the diner, stealing another quick glance in Brian’s direction.
“Justin, is that you?” my mother shouts.
“Yeah,” I reply and walk into the kitchen, where my mother is sitting at the table with my uncle. “What are you doing here?”
“Nice to see you too,” he laughs
“Rory is staying with us until the construction on his house is finished,” Mom explains. Oh Yippe.
“Hey squirt, take these up to my room would you,” Rory says, handing me his bags. I glare at him and my mother, before turning around and lugging his bags up to the spare room.
Dropping the bags to the floor I start to leave the room when something stops me. Pausing at the door, a smile appears on my face and I turn back round to stare at the bags. Walking over to them, I unzip the first bag and search through it until I find what I’m looking for. Placing the object under my blazer, I zip up the bag and run to my room. Locking the door, I toss my bag onto my bed and retrieve the object from my blazer. Christ! This couldn’t be more perfect, you can always count on Uncle Rory. I run my fingers over the gun, before walking over to my bed and placing it in my bag. Grinning, I think about how I can’t wait for the prom. The fucker will finally get what he deserves. I bend down and grab my lockbox from under the bed and open it.
Grabbing one of the sharpest knifes from my set, I remove my blazer and roll up my shirt sleeve. Pressing the knife to the inside of my arm, I slowly drag it across my skin, making sure to create nice neat lines. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the way steel against my skin makes me feel. I have control over every single line, the pain stops. Satisfied, I place the knife back in the box and lock it. I stare at my arm and the word REVENGE carved into my skin, the blood trickling down to my elbow and onto the floor. I stand up fast like always, to get a head rush from it and the little blood loss. I start to think about what’s going to happen on Prom night and I laugh. I just hate that I have to wait a week, but as they say revenge is best served cold.