Trouble
Predictions
Chapter 3
Marilynn
Lunch ended; finally it would be time to meet the Arts Assistant. I walk into the classroom with Nathan trailing right behind me, I don’t know where the rest of my group is at, but I take a seat next to Nathan anyways. Him and I are chatting for a bit and then I notice the rest of my friends coming in few by few until they are all here.
“So Mary, um do you feel like hanging out tonight or-‘
‘-Tonight” I cut him off.
“My mom has been pissing me the hell off at home so I would rather not be home tonight.”
“Won’t your mom be pissed off?” he questioned.
“Psht, of course but don’t I always do what I want in the end.” I smirked.
“That right there, is a fact.” He stated.
“Exactly so don’t piss your pants” I laughed and nudged him on his shoulder.
“Ay don’t touch me” he slapped my shoulder with the back of his hand, and we laughed.
Right in the middle of our laughter and Marissa comes in with…
Oh my god it is Curly head. I am no longer looking forward to have him here.
My predictions were correct. Okay well this doesn’t have to mean anything, it’s not like I am still intimidated by that fool. I can stand up for myself, the last time I saw him I was just a little nervous, yeah that’s it.
The moment that fool sees me his eyes never leave mine, he is staring straight at me. Shit. Whatever, I don’t care. I break his gaze and look down as I’m biting my lip.
“Class I would like to present Mr. Styles-
‘Please call me by my name Harold or Harry” The curly fool interrupted Marissa. Oh so he can be polite.
“Well then Harold, everyone here is happy to have you here.”
“Yea, everyone except for me.” I said barley above a whisper enough for my friends to hear. They all started to chuckle. That wasn’t meant to be funny but okay.
“Excuse me” Curly fool said. He titled his head down a little to look at me and raised his eyebrow at me. Shit, he heard too.
“Please excuse Marilynn, she’s just messing around. Mary doesn’t mean half the comments that comes out her mouth.” Marissa apologized for me.
“Its fine, after all she is just a little kid.” He spoke. Little kid? Oh hell no.
“Yeah and after all you’re just an art assistant not the real deal,” I snarled at him.
“Mary enough! Please be a little respectful. C’mon it hasn’t even been 5 minutes!” wtf Marissa never yells at me.
I stood straight up from my chair pretty fucken mad. “What the actual hell, Marissa!” Marissa instantly felt bad and Harold looked pretty surprised by my actions.
“Look Mary, I didn’t mean to shout at you like that, please just take your seat.” She begged with a much more calm voice.
“No.”
“What Why?” she asked.
“Not until HE leaves.” I said pointing a finger directly at him.
“Listen Marilynn it certainly was not my intention to anger you, may you please take your seat like teacher had asked earlier.” Curly finally spoke up.
“…. And if I don’t?” I questioned both of them.
“If you don’t…” Marissa sighed
“She’s gonna tell Daddy on you.” Sarah answered.
It takes time before I had finally processed what Sarah said. This bitch called Shitface my dad.
Harry just stood there awkwardly while Marissa was trying to find the right words to say while I was there planning on how to kill her then I jumped right at her and punched her in the face.
“Oh my god you’re crazy! Get the fuck off of me!” Right at this moment I had her pinned down. Harry came and started pulling me off of her.
“What the hell! Don’t touch me!” I screamed at him.
I was screaming, kicking trying to get out of his grip then he started to make shh noises against my ear while his arms were wrapped around me.
“No, she insulted me.” I barley whispered.
“I get it, you have pride but let Karma get her, now please just stop.”
Whoa, I actually stopped; I also noticed Marissa speaking to Sarah. Then I noticed Nathan walk up to Harry and I.
“C’mon Mary, lets go sit down.” Nathan said, reaching for my hand.
I sighed then nodded and grabbed his hand, getting out of Harry’s grip. Harry let go and walked to Marissa and Sarah.
So basically Marissa and Curly were deciding whom to take Sarah to the nurse’s office but came to an agreement that Marissa would take her because curly would be confused. They finally left and curly was left in charge, great.
It was time to work on our canvases so we had to set everything up, Nathan put his equipment right next to mine; honestly I was not surprised. Curly was looking around the room observing every artist here, checking out all our art work and just talking to us.
“Hey put on some music!” I shouted.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because it obviously gives us inspiration.” Nathan then called.
“Okay where’s the stereo?” he asked.
“Oh my god, here I’ll just put the music on myself!” I got up and headed for the stereo, right when I was going to pop in a cd, a hand stops me.
“Hey I’m in charge and I will play the music.” Curly said.
I huffed. “Whatever.”
He picked out a cd, a million years later and began to play it. I gave him one last glare then turned around to go back to my workstation.
“So, um Mary you never actually told why you couldn’t keep Mason from leaving.” Nathan said.
“Oh well, you know how Mason has always liked me.”
“Yeah even when we were going out, he wasn’t afraid to show it.” Nathan spoke a little bit angrily.
“Okay well the only way to keep him from leaving was saying that I loved him.” I said shyly.
“That bastard.”
“He said it was okay if I didn’t though, he just wanted to let me know that he would stay for me.”
“Still he was almost bribing you.”
“No he wasn’t, Nathan.”
Right when Nathan was about to speak up, the doofus Harold comes, it was almost a relief, almost.
“Is everything alright? I heard mad voices coming from here.” Harold said.
“Yeah everything is fine” Nathan clenched his jaw.
“Mary, why don’t you move up to the front? Where there will be no distractions.” He said.
“She doesn’t want to.” Nathan spoke.
“Thanks, but you’re not Mary.” He said turning his attention back to me.
“Um sure, let me just grab my equipment.
After setting up my equipment, I was no longer pestered by a conversation with Nathan. So maybe Harold did kind of save me but either way I don’t like him; not even a little bit.
Marilynn
Lunch ended; finally it would be time to meet the Arts Assistant. I walk into the classroom with Nathan trailing right behind me, I don’t know where the rest of my group is at, but I take a seat next to Nathan anyways. Him and I are chatting for a bit and then I notice the rest of my friends coming in few by few until they are all here.
“So Mary, um do you feel like hanging out tonight or-‘
‘-Tonight” I cut him off.
“My mom has been pissing me the hell off at home so I would rather not be home tonight.”
“Won’t your mom be pissed off?” he questioned.
“Psht, of course but don’t I always do what I want in the end.” I smirked.
“That right there, is a fact.” He stated.
“Exactly so don’t piss your pants” I laughed and nudged him on his shoulder.
“Ay don’t touch me” he slapped my shoulder with the back of his hand, and we laughed.
Right in the middle of our laughter and Marissa comes in with…
Oh my god it is Curly head. I am no longer looking forward to have him here.
My predictions were correct. Okay well this doesn’t have to mean anything, it’s not like I am still intimidated by that fool. I can stand up for myself, the last time I saw him I was just a little nervous, yeah that’s it.
The moment that fool sees me his eyes never leave mine, he is staring straight at me. Shit. Whatever, I don’t care. I break his gaze and look down as I’m biting my lip.
“Class I would like to present Mr. Styles-
‘Please call me by my name Harold or Harry” The curly fool interrupted Marissa. Oh so he can be polite.
“Well then Harold, everyone here is happy to have you here.”
“Yea, everyone except for me.” I said barley above a whisper enough for my friends to hear. They all started to chuckle. That wasn’t meant to be funny but okay.
“Excuse me” Curly fool said. He titled his head down a little to look at me and raised his eyebrow at me. Shit, he heard too.
“Please excuse Marilynn, she’s just messing around. Mary doesn’t mean half the comments that comes out her mouth.” Marissa apologized for me.
“Its fine, after all she is just a little kid.” He spoke. Little kid? Oh hell no.
“Yeah and after all you’re just an art assistant not the real deal,” I snarled at him.
“Mary enough! Please be a little respectful. C’mon it hasn’t even been 5 minutes!” wtf Marissa never yells at me.
I stood straight up from my chair pretty fucken mad. “What the actual hell, Marissa!” Marissa instantly felt bad and Harold looked pretty surprised by my actions.
“Look Mary, I didn’t mean to shout at you like that, please just take your seat.” She begged with a much more calm voice.
“No.”
“What Why?” she asked.
“Not until HE leaves.” I said pointing a finger directly at him.
“Listen Marilynn it certainly was not my intention to anger you, may you please take your seat like teacher had asked earlier.” Curly finally spoke up.
“…. And if I don’t?” I questioned both of them.
“If you don’t…” Marissa sighed
“She’s gonna tell Daddy on you.” Sarah answered.
It takes time before I had finally processed what Sarah said. This bitch called Shitface my dad.
Harry just stood there awkwardly while Marissa was trying to find the right words to say while I was there planning on how to kill her then I jumped right at her and punched her in the face.
“Oh my god you’re crazy! Get the fuck off of me!” Right at this moment I had her pinned down. Harry came and started pulling me off of her.
“What the hell! Don’t touch me!” I screamed at him.
I was screaming, kicking trying to get out of his grip then he started to make shh noises against my ear while his arms were wrapped around me.
“No, she insulted me.” I barley whispered.
“I get it, you have pride but let Karma get her, now please just stop.”
Whoa, I actually stopped; I also noticed Marissa speaking to Sarah. Then I noticed Nathan walk up to Harry and I.
“C’mon Mary, lets go sit down.” Nathan said, reaching for my hand.
I sighed then nodded and grabbed his hand, getting out of Harry’s grip. Harry let go and walked to Marissa and Sarah.
So basically Marissa and Curly were deciding whom to take Sarah to the nurse’s office but came to an agreement that Marissa would take her because curly would be confused. They finally left and curly was left in charge, great.
It was time to work on our canvases so we had to set everything up, Nathan put his equipment right next to mine; honestly I was not surprised. Curly was looking around the room observing every artist here, checking out all our art work and just talking to us.
“Hey put on some music!” I shouted.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because it obviously gives us inspiration.” Nathan then called.
“Okay where’s the stereo?” he asked.
“Oh my god, here I’ll just put the music on myself!” I got up and headed for the stereo, right when I was going to pop in a cd, a hand stops me.
“Hey I’m in charge and I will play the music.” Curly said.
I huffed. “Whatever.”
He picked out a cd, a million years later and began to play it. I gave him one last glare then turned around to go back to my workstation.
“So, um Mary you never actually told why you couldn’t keep Mason from leaving.” Nathan said.
“Oh well, you know how Mason has always liked me.”
“Yeah even when we were going out, he wasn’t afraid to show it.” Nathan spoke a little bit angrily.
“Okay well the only way to keep him from leaving was saying that I loved him.” I said shyly.
“That bastard.”
“He said it was okay if I didn’t though, he just wanted to let me know that he would stay for me.”
“Still he was almost bribing you.”
“No he wasn’t, Nathan.”
Right when Nathan was about to speak up, the doofus Harold comes, it was almost a relief, almost.
“Is everything alright? I heard mad voices coming from here.” Harold said.
“Yeah everything is fine” Nathan clenched his jaw.
“Mary, why don’t you move up to the front? Where there will be no distractions.” He said.
“She doesn’t want to.” Nathan spoke.
“Thanks, but you’re not Mary.” He said turning his attention back to me.
“Um sure, let me just grab my equipment.
After setting up my equipment, I was no longer pestered by a conversation with Nathan. So maybe Harold did kind of save me but either way I don’t like him; not even a little bit.
Notes
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6/22/15