Chapter 3: None of Your Business

Lucasta takes a trip to the principal's office after her Chemistry incident.

LUCASTA ~

I can still remember the look on his face when the potion exploded on his face. Priceless! He did not see that coming at all. I'm still laughing about it even though I'm about to go to the principal's office. It's not like this is my first time. I've been sent here many times for showing all the new kids to back off.Every single one of them has gotten the message and left me along. Every single one but him, that is.

Damien Rae.

The fool tried to befriend me in Chemistry. I already know that someone told him that I don't trust anyone, so I expected him to listen and go away. But he didn't. Hopefully the little accident back in Chemistry will set him straight. Sure, doing things like this may seem cruel, but he isn't to be trusted. No one is.

A faint smirk formed at my thoughts as I stopped in front of the principals office. I was in here so much I knew every inch of it. The walls had paisley wallpaper that in my opinion were quite tacky and there were shelves with boring books I would never read in my life. The principal had a coffee table next to the doorway that he would always take from when I came there. You could even smell the scent of coffee grounds in the room. I don't even know why he's allowed to decorate it like that.

I opened the door to see our school principal, Mr. Austerius. I find it odd how his surname means 'strict' when in fact he is not very strict at all. Although he enforces his rules, getting in trouble isn't exactly the worst punishment. I strode farther into the room, shutting the door behind me. I could hear his neighborly voice, like the kind you'd hear from the fat old man across the street. It sickened me, though he was a fat old man.

"Ah, it's you Lucasta," he sounded like he was stifling a sigh. I couldn't blame him though, I've been here more times than I can count. "What are you here for this time?"

I sat on the sofa opposite to Mr. Austerius's desk. I crossed my arms over my chest, smelling the scent of his cheap cologne and black coffee before I answered, "I blew up an illusion potion in the new kid's face."

My expression remained calm as I said that, and Mr. Austerius let out his long suppressed sigh. "Lucasta, why is it that every time you come in here, it's for harassing a new student?"

"All I was doing was trying to get him to understand that he should leave me alone," I said plainly.

Quickly after I said this, Mr. Austerius replied, "Why must you shun out everyone around you? Can't you just let them become your friends?"

"No," was my harsh reply. I refuse to let anyone become my friend. All they'll do is betray me. I would have said my thoughts aloud, but abstained. Instead, I added, "I don't trust anyone."

"Why not?" he asked.

I stood up, angry as I shouted, "It's none of your business!" After that I immediately stormed out of the room, Mr. Austerius looking at me curiously as I left. I don't want to tell anyone of my past. It hurts too much. No one can ever know what happened. No one.

When I reached the back of the school, the place where no one goes, I found myself blinking back my unwanted tears. They were tears of anger. But I could feel the hidden sorrow beneath it. I've always tried not to cry. I've come close to it, but never really cried. Crying is only for the weak, and I must remain strong. I haven't cried since I was 6, when the incident happened. I won't start now.

Suddenly I heard footsteps from behind me. They were coming closer, and whoever was coming was running, and possibly in a hurry. I could hear their panting even though they were most likely quite a distance away from me. Even without turning I knew who it was. I had trained myself to heighten my own senses at the age of 7. The person running toward me was none other than, Damien.

I got rid of all the tears that threatened to spill and turned around. I certainly wouldn't let him of all people see me cry, like a weakling. He looked tired from all his running, and you could see the annoyance in his indigo eyes. My smirk returned at the thought of him being annoyed at me. Maybe he'll just yell at me and finally leave me alone. After several moments of waiting for him, he stopped in front of me.

My smirk was gone, and my expression was calm once again. He had a look of anger but there was also a hint of something else . . . pity? No way. He wasn't pitying me, was he? He didn't even know me. I refuse to be pitied! Finally, after looking at me, irritated, he spoke, "What's your problem?!"

Pft, he shouldn't be this annoyed. He hasn't been through what I have. "Oh, it's you, Rae," I replied, addressing him by his surname instead of his first.

"Just answer the question!" he insisted. He didn't even realize that I knew his last name. Unless he's thinks that he said it in Mr. Bezlin's class. How stupid. I decided to answer his question and said, "Well, to put it simply, you're my problem."

He shot me a confused look. He isn't that dumb, is he? Surely he would be able to understand that he pisses me off. "What did I ever do to you?"

"You tried to make friends with me."

"What's wrong with that?" he asked.

He has no idea. "Clearly you are dumber than I thought," he looked offended by that comment, but heck, who wouldn't? I continued, "I brushed it off during math, but when you tried to talk to me in Chemistry, I knew you were being overly persistent. I know that girl told you that I don't trust anyone, so why don't you believe her and go away?"

The words that came out of his mouth made my anger come back again, "Why don't you trust anyone?"

I felt my anger rise inside of me as my hands balled up into fists. I swear I could punch this guy right in the face. Instead, I yelled, "It's none of your business!"

He was taken aback by my retort. He was probably used to me speaking calmly in a monotone. Raising my voice was only for those who I found to be intrusive. This guy was one of them. I could feel my blood boiling from my anger. I always hated it when people talked about my past, especially when they asked me about it. It didn't concern them, so they should just shut it and go away.

Before he could say anything, the bell rang for 4th period. I missed 3rd period going to the principals office but whatever. I turned in the other direction, away from Damien as I heard his footsteps run toward the school building.

I don't really care for Geography anyway, so I might as well skip. I walked over to the thick-trunked tree I spotted in the distance. It looked like a place that no one would bother me at. I sat down under the shade of the tree's branches and leaned my back against it. Then I closed my eyes, trying to clear my head. I'd rather not think about anything right now. Not my past, and definitely not him.
 

Author's Note

Short? Sorry, I had no time.
Might fix it eventually.
Probably not.
Any suggestions & other comments?
I think I screwed up the tenses in this.
I'm not exactly sure how to use them properly.
Help?