2 she had smoke in her eyes and death at her back

[Helena]

Sometimes, when the world gives you a fuck you, you gotta give it one back. That was why I was currently drawing the biggest dick that could fit on the girl's bathroom mirror with a pretty rad slogan to go with it.

The expired lipstick was reaching the end of its life pretty quickly as I added the last vein.

"There, that will teach her to keep her legs shut."

"I think this one will be big enough for you now Beatrice..."

I just know she is going to have a bitch fit when I am done. I mean, the bitch deserved it for what she did. who told her to call me a whore in front of the whole cafeteria?

If that was the case, it took one to know one.

I wasn't one to hide my promiscuity but I didn't hop on every cock that looked my way. At that rate, I would have been riddled with disease and kicked the bucket by now.

The bells for second-period rings and I know Ms. Pierce was probably wondering where I was for the past...

I check my phone and see that I used the last twenty minutes of class to produce my best artwork yet. It was not too shabby, if I had another three minutes, the image would have traumatized the female population of Clifton high.

Before the halls become flooded, I grab my bag and rush out of the bathroom while putting on my black hood over my head. As I walk down the hall in confident steps and a hunched posture with hands in pocket, the classroom doors open.

I bet I look like creepy Mervin from Soup Shack. He does make some damn good soup though.

As the mundane murmurings of teenagers filled the hall, I stride to my locker that comes into sight as I make a left.

The one or two whispers of the words slut reach my ears but I felt too good about what was to come to care. I open my locker which was the only black one in the whole row and put the expired lipstick back.

I approach the corner I turned earlier to reach my locker and then lean on the side belonging to the hall I just came from. The bathroom was in clear view and the halls filled with unsuspecting girls who will eventually see the gift I left.

My target, however, always heads to the bathroom after every period. I wasn't the only one aware of this, everyone knew she spent about twenty minutes after entering.

I was surprised no one thought she had IBS*.

In about ten seconds, I was going to be the happiest person on this planet. my usual fidgeting feet became hyperactive at the shit storm brewing.

three...

two...

one...

aaaaagh!

Nothing like a Monday morning full of promise and opportunity. When I saw girls going in with their phones and boys lingering and making bets about what happened I knew my job was done.

I pivot on my feet then head past my locker to the next stop in this adventure.

The principal's office.