Paradox

Chapter Six

N O A H
Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret. No, I won't.

THE DUMB FUCKING SMALL DICK CUNT BAG, CHOKE ON A CACTUS AND. Internally so I refrained from unraveling even further and at that point I was already a sole string of thread.

Engaged pair of stares, carried by mostly underclassmen, followed my every movement, moreover, acrimony wiggled through the dried up cracks of restrain.

"You," I directed my finger to a junior with metal wire taped around his teeth, "You look like a cunt." He was stunned, but the redness suddenly forming on his nose and under the baggy eyes made me smirk with malevolent intent.

Then a girl caught my eye, she carried the look of apathy on her deserted face, "Learn to take a hint Heather. No one gives a fuck about your poems heather. You can't write for shit Heather."

Why yes of course the girl's name wasn't actually Heather, it seems fitting though.

By now a herd of teenagers had formed a circle around me, and that angered me. Beyond words if I may add.

The insults came like waves in an ocean, some were fast, others were...not so fast. My words drowned the few who were brave enough to get in my way.

"You look like a shoebox bitch."

"Jesus, shit smells better than you."

Then I heard it, "That's enough." The voice was firm, serious, but I had no fear overthrowing what I truly felt, "Back to class."

With those three words, at once the jammed crowd dissolved into savage and well...teacher.

***

The class Azra pushed me in was not my familiar, circles of colour were scattered across the room, disfigured statues stood tall in windows and ugly drawings hung over each and every chair.

Not once have I been in such a class and quite frankly am I grateful.

"What an ugly class," I said moving my head to further examine whatever it wants to be called.

The woman crossed her arms, fighting the urge to find any sympathy for me. "What has gotten into you Noah! How could you do that to those poor students? How could you!"

I showed my teeth with nothing but pride, "I just said what everyone was too afraid to say. Does that make me bad?"

"I can't believe you." We kept at an enlarged distance, not that I wanted to be near her. "You are a jerk."

"Listen dude, I really don't have time for you hot and colds." I groaned forcing my eyes to the phone beeping in my pants.

When I swiped up a familiar name bounced at the top of my screen. For a second I held my breath, but then a memory flooded my mind and I was back to square one.

I walked closer to her, feeling the air brushing against my heated skin, painted in disappointment she never once even blinked. But that made me hungry. That meant, if I hurt other they won't hurt me.

I brought my face inches from hers, "You see Azra, I may not be good at science or sports, but at least..." My eyes dropped to the pathetic tears raining from her cheeks, "I don't sleep with students because I'm too much of a fuck up to fit in with adults."

***

My phone roared in the pockets of the loose jeans I'm wearing as I closed the cabs bright yellow door.Loudly I blew out a sigh of admiration with some frustration mixed together, "fucking rich people."

Buried behind the depths of shading trees was a massive squared structure with profitable equipment buried in neat full grass.

"Hey you." Behind me I felt thin fingers alarmingly pressing into my ribcage causing me to jump backwards. Gleaming brown skin was the first sight I saw when my eyes drifted to her frame. It was so clear and even.

"Sup..." I trailed off while I squinted trying to squeeze a name from my foggy memory.

"Victoria, " She smiled happily as if I didn't just forget the girl I was seeing for three months and by seeing I mean, sleeping with. "Come on let's go inside."

"No," I bit my lip and pulled out a pack from my jeans, "go on without me."

For a second she stood still, staring at me like I was supposed to take it back, but then the smile returned, "Um okay, I'll only be a minute."

When she walked off into the distant building, I retrieved my phone and began scrolling through unread messages until I reached Wave.

I huffed on the matte smoke when I pushed the phone back into my pocket.

Unanswered.

"That was fast." My eyes fell to a little boy holding the girl's hand and that made me bring the cigarette to my lips. "Who this?"

"My brother." She said and pointed to a car pulling up next to us. "Come Alexander, your ride is here."

Before he climbed inside the little hand waved at me and I couldn't help but return the favour.

"Now that we're alone." I threw the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it. "We really need to talk."

***
"Welcome to The Diner Train what would you like to order?"

"I would like a strawberry milkshake, the same for you Noah?"

My face shaped into disgust, "Ew no what the fuck." I turned to the quite old waitress and gave her a small smile, "Chocolate, please."

When the waitress walked away, the girl sitting across in the booth took the opportunity to place her hand onto mine. That sudden action made me yank my hand back.

"Don't touch me," I grunted as my leg began to uncontrollably hop under the table.

"What's up with you?"

I narrowed my eyes growing angrier by just looking at her naïve face, "Don't fucking what's up me, you know what you did and now I need to take responsibility for you!"

By now most of the customers were stealing glances at us, some did not even have the decency to hide that they were staring.

The girl was silent and I knew she was uncomfortable due to the amount of eyes that were glued onto us.

"What the fuck are you people looking at?" I said loudly enough so that the people at the back could hear clearly. One particular man opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "Choke on that cake asshole."

Focusing my attention back to the girl before me, I lowered my voice and no, not because I didn't want anyone to hear, it's just she looked like she was about to cry at any second. "You lied to me...Victoria. You said you were eighteen."

The brunette looked dazed; she was there, but not really there. She avoided my intimidating glare and was more concentrated on the sudden riveting menu, like we haven't ordered already.

I softened my stare, tenderly brushing my hand against her forearm and then spoke ever so softly, "I'm not mad, but I need you to be honest with me Victoria."

The light skinned girl breathed out shakily, "Y-You wouldn't have dated me if you found out I was actually younger."

I bit the inside of my cheek, placing my hand onto her hand and pressed tightly, "That was not for you to decide."

Soon tears started spilling from her brown eyes, but I knew I needed to stay distant enough to let her know what she did wasn't acceptable, "I kn-know..."

Wrath started to colour my low tone, but I remained in an intimate whisper, "You don't...know what that will do to me. If you really liked me Victoria, you would've waited."

"What are we going to do Noah." Victoria said after a while of staying silent.

I raised from the chair, threw a bill on the table and draped the jacket over my arm. "Nothing, you will do nothing Victoria." She tried to stand, but the stare down I gave, made her stay seated. "Now if you will excuse me, I need to figure out what I'm going to do."

Before I left the waitress appeared from the kitchen with a tray of milkshakes in her palm, without a second thought I snatched the tall glass and dipped out the diner.

"Fuck." I cried out loud. "Please don't be mad."

End of chapter

"ew" -rat