Death by Love-Chapter 7

well then...I have absolutely NO idea where this chapter will take us.... MARCH 16/10 I DID THIS WHOLE CHAPTER BUT THEN IT DELETED ITS SELF OMFG! enjoy

      Nyx peeked out from under her bangs, her gaze straying to the blonde Head Cheerleader. Her name was Jeanette-Sue, but Nyx liked to think of her as the Barbie B***h from Hell. At the moment JS was sitting atop Jon's desk, her legs crossed at the knee, her chest twisted towards him. Nyx could practically see the drool dripping from the other football player's mouths', but it wasn't from Jon's, he actually seemed a bit disgusted at JS's forwardness.

 

      No doubt he's slept with her thousands of times, Nyx thought, her nose crinkling as JS's tight v-necked shirt, almost to breaking point, stretched even more over her breasts. Nyx rolled her eyes and focused her attention on her drawing book. The middle of the book was falling apart from Nyx opening it so much. She was on a fresh page, the charcoal imprint of the previous drawing was stenciled into the paper. The heel of her palm and the sides of her hands were black with pencil lead and it smeared across the sheet as she sketched an outline.

 

      She remembered his features perfectly, their shapes flowing like liquid from her pencil. The buzz in the room started to dissipate and Nyx looked up from her work. Mr. Smith had entered the class and was busy setting up the overhead.

 

      Mr. Smith greatly resembled a leprechaun, having the bright red hair and beard and was short in stature. Apart from the weight in-front of him, he was thin. Nyx remembered, when she was in grade ten, someone had broken into his class [this one] and threw the marshmallow charms from Lucky Charms all over his desk. The culprits were caught, having been Jon and a team mate of his, and were suspended for a couple days.

 

      The class groaned, JS loudly in particular, when Mr. Smith slid on the overhead sheet from yesterday; a continuation of cells and the molecules they used for energy. It was EXTREMELY dry stuff for Nyx, it was all so simple to her. She assumed she got her smarts from her mom, from what grandma had said mom was very gifted in biology. But then Nyx had to take her grandma's word for it because she'd never met her mom.

 

      "Nyx," Mr. Smith snapped, causing her to jump in her seat and smash her knee on the underside of the desk, "would you kindly come back down to earth and pay attention, please?"

 

      Blood rushed into her cheeks and Nyx avoided Mr. Smith's gaze, focusing instead on the overhead projected onto the board. That was embarrassing, she thought, completely ignoring the laughing sneer Jeanette-Sue had on her face and biting her lip to prevent the tears of pain from sliding down her face. If she paid her any attention, s**t would hit the fan. And bad.

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      "And I was like, 'OMG, why would you do that?' and he was like 'Why wouldn't I?'. I was sooo, like, upset," Jeanette- Sue said, her hands waving in the air like kites caught in a tornado.

 

      Nyx rolled her eyes, trying to block out JS's annoying voice. Shifting her bag higher, she propelled herself forward and walked past JS's crew, accidentally bumping into one of her friend's arms.

 

      "Watch yourself, b***h," she snapped, glaring at Nyx with something close to visciousness. Nyx glowered back, her temper flaring up.

 

      "Don't give her dirty looks, you w***e!" JS's barked, her nose scrunching up with distaste, "you're mother wouldn't approve of your rudeness."

 

      "Don't talk about her like that!" Nyx said, her voice wavering with anger. She was a bit touchy about her mother at the moment.

 

      Jeanette-Sue smiled cruelly, coming to a halt and placing her hands on her hips, "Why not? You're following in her footsteps aren't you? Sleeping around with guys...wasn't she leaving a guy's house when that car hit her? You're Dad must've been all broken up about that."

 

      Nyx balled her hands into fists, giving them something to do besides strangling JS's thin neck. This is the only ammunition she has, this is the only ammunition she has, Nyx told herself. She focused on calming herself and controlling her anger, if she got ahold of that hag, she'd kill her.

 

      "How's your Dad's recovery? Still smoking pot isn't he? Bet he's a hit with all us highscho-" JS paused, her conscience setting off alarms. Nyx's face was red with anger, her hands pumping rythmically and her breathing fast. Not to mention her eyes were slits of hatred.

 

      "YOU B***H!" Nyx shrieked. Pouncing, she dropped her bag mid-air, bringing her arm up and hitting JS square in the jaw. A loud 'crack' radiated throughout the hall. JS screamed in pain, clutching her hand to her face and backing away. Her friends pushed Nyx back, slapping and hitting her at the same time.

 

      "What's wrong with you, freak!" one yelled, shoving Nyx hard in the chest. The wind was knocked out of her as she toppled over her backpack, landing hard on her tailbone on the granite floor. Her head snapped back, connecting with the floor. Stars exploded in her eyes and Nyx unconsciously held her breath, trying to get rid of the stars and calm her hysterical diaphragm.

 

      "Let's show her what we do to losers."

 

      Nyx only had a moment to prepare herself. Jeanette-Sue's friends were on her in a moment, using anything and everything to hurt her. Sounds like an animal tore out of Nyx's throat as the girls continued to beat her. Nyx lashed out whenever she could, but her energy was quickly failing. Everything on her was sore, and she was pretty sure she had a black eye.

 

      "That's enough! Break it up ladies! Get off her!"

 

      Nyx choked as the girls were pulled off her, her chest not constricted anymore. Air filtered into her lungs and she gulped it down greatfully.

 

      "Come on Nyx, stand up."

 

      She was pulled up by strong hands. The world spun as she was leaned against someone with a broad back and strong muscles. Her head lolled to the left and she was slightly surprised to see it was Jon. "Wha-what'reyoudoing...?"

 

      "Taking you to the hospital," he said, taking her weight and weaving through the crowd, "you're banged up pretty good."

Author's Note

that's it...more next time!