Starco : It All Started With A Shoe [COMPLETED]

TVD|Hell Loose

C H A P T E R  T H R E E -
H E L L  L O O S E

Yesterday was the worst day I ever had. I probably owed someone up there a couple of misfortune since I've been cautious all this time.

All of this wouldn't have occured if I hadn't accepted my old friend's offer to eat with them at lunch. Everything was going well--supposedly.  I was reading a book as usual, no mere disturbances, but then all of a sudden a random shoe just suddenly decides to hit on me.

One thing I hate besides being caught in trouble, is being handled like I'm vulnerable and I would like to teach that woman a lesson about authority.

Classes hadn't started yet and it was the same usual routine for me. I picked up the book I just bought yesterday due to my extreme frustrations. It was a novel about murder, it was a perfect genre for me.

Every detail, I could imagine myself as the main protagonist, silently torturing the woman that had violently attacked me. Being cunning and playing her into my trap.

Fortunately, the attacks I had received from her wasn't so bad that I needed a patch up or a useful use of band-aid.

"Aren't you the one that blonde attacked?" a voice interjected, interrupting me in the middle of my thoughts, the major thing I use my brain more for.

I gave my book one last glimspe before closing it, whipping my head to meet the person."Why do you ask? Doesn't gossip spread fast? You should know why by now."

"I wanna hear what happened coming from the victim's mouth," she props a hand on her chin, a smile curving her lips. I raised a brow. "You are wasting my time. I don't think you'd be getting anything more from me."

She shakes her head. "Who knows? What if someone fabricated the story? Or made you...perhaps, suspect?"

I scoff, dismissing her off. "I don't care. Just leave me alone," she sighs and brushes her fingers along her silky hair. "--then just answer this. Are you alright?"

I wanted to laugh--no, burst out--that is by what she wanted to ask. Is she crazy? Am I alright? I think I would've lost my soul yesterday if it wasn't for someone pulling that wrench away from me!

"I'm sorry, but I don't tolerate stupidity," I answer. "--isn't that obvious or do you want me to spell it out for you?"

"Geez. You sure do have a temper," she comments, taking the seat in front of her still facing me in the parallel direction. "Me? Temper? You're mistaken. It's just that your question is that most stupid thing I've ever heard."

She chuckles. "Wouldn't you like to know the reason why she threw that shoe?"

"What for? Is that going to heal my bruise?" I spat at her and she claps her hands to her amusement. "Well said, Diaz!"

"Anyway, I'm just gonna tell it, whether you like it or not," she eyes me whilst I shrug, glancing at the window. "Suit yourself. If that makes you sleep at night."

She nears close to me, her body leaning on the desk whilst her eyes shone brightly against the scorching sun. "She threw her shoe, because she wanted to shoot it in the trash can."

My eyes squinted at her in anger. I clenched my fists and resisted the urge to bang my head against the desk. That was her plan all along yet she assaults me?! Is she ballistic?! "That's fuc-ing bull."

She smiles mischeviously. "Suit yourself, if that makes you sleep at night."

This girl! Copying my line with a smug look on her face. "Chill boy. You're too worked up, I was just kidding."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "What do you mean?"

"She wanted to hit Janna with that shoe, instead it  failed and hit you instead."

"Did she ask you to come here and tell me that?" I gave her a pointed look, but she instead gave me a chirpy smile. "Who knows? You should try and deduce me, Mr. Detective."

"So you read Mr. J: Decoding Cases huh?" she glances at the book on my desk and looks up at me. "--excellent choice, Diaz."

"You don't need to tell me that," I grit my teeth. "--can you leave now?"

She giggles. "Should I? hmmmm?"

"Just leave," I growled. "--you're an annoying pest."

"Just remember," she looks at me seriously. "--pushing people away isn't the answer. You'll really regret that."

"Bug off."

"Whatever you say," she shrugs and turns her heel.

Weirdo.

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Re-Edited : January 1,2020