2: Satisfied, bitch?

~Daniella~

One thing was for sure, I really hate school. Everyone is fucking annoying here and being with a lot of people isn't one of my favorite thing to do. Especially this crowd. I mean, I wouldn't even be here if my Dad didn't blackmail me that he'd sell Vlacky, my beloved bike for just a hundred dollars. That was a Harley Davidson, man. And I don't even have the power to stop him, I mean he's my Dad and even though I have a bad reputation I still respect him, I may not show it sometime but yeah I do. Like thank you for his sperm and a gorgeous girl was born gracing Earth with her beloved presence.

But it doesn't change my mind in hating this damn hellhole.

I held back a groan as I slammed my locker hard holding my coffee on my left hand. When I turned around I suddenly bumped into something causing my coffee to spill on the front of her dress. I clenched my teeth. Now, I'm angry.

That was my favorite coffee.

And yes I should have really didn't skip my anger management sessions with Mr. Parker. But nah. 

"Ugh! Oh my gosh! Did you just spill coffee on my dress?" She exasperated almost jumping while looking at the mess on her dress. I already hate this girl. Her high pitched voice was ringing on my ears. She was wailing like a fucking banshee.

"Yes. Isn't it obvious? Well, then I'll repeat it" I snapped. I spilled the remaining contents of my coffee on her dress and threw the empty container in the ground. And that was just me holding myself mind you.

"Satisfied, bitch?" I asked, smirking. I almost laughed at her face. Her face was fuming and it's like I could already see smoke coming out of her nose and ears. It was epic.

Yeah,  yeah.  That was rude,  but seeing her face like that was worth it. Besides, no one dares mess with me.

Everyone gasped in the hallway, some who had recovered was already forming a circle around us. And some were just rooted on their spot their hands covering their mouth.

Great. Just great. First day of school and I'm already famous.

"Oh my God! Did she just do that? I can't believe it!"

"She's in a lot of trouble now"

I almost snorted. Psh. I think this rejected barbie doll called Megan are the one who is in trouble. She don't know who she is messing with. No one makes me angry and gets away with it.

"Oh my fucking gosh! Did you just do that? And what did you just call me?!" She raged as she points her long manicured nails at my face. I rolled my eyes.  Does this girl ever run out of questions?

"At first I thought you were just a stupid bitch. And now, you're also deaf? What the fuck. Can you get any worse?" I snapped as I raised my right eyebrow. No. I am not mean. I was just stating the truth. And truth hurts so I think we got to swallow it.

"Who are you to talk to me like that?!" She asked spitting venom in every word as she clenches her fist. I almost laughed at her futile attempts of being intimidating because it didn't honestly work.

I was about to answer when someone shouted in the crowd.

"Shit. Is that Megan? And wait...Double shit! Is that Daniella Sparks?!"

I smirked. So, they know me already? Wow. I really am famous. Where are my paparazzis at by the way?

"Oh shit! The Daniella Sparks?!"

Someone added. And the crowd errupted to whisperings. I saw Megan pale then regained composture when she saw me smirking but I can see she was visibly shaking. So, even this stuck up girl know who I am.

I heard them say:

"I heard she broke the nose of her previous principal"

"I heard shes the daughter of Ryan Sparks, a business tycoon and a billionaire. Her mother is Lenna Sparks the famous fashion designer"

"I heard she sent one of her last classmate to the ICU who was trying to harass her"

"I heard she was always sent to jail"

"I heard she beat up a police officer"

"I heard she's a serial killer"

"Yeah. She's bad news"

"Fuck. I think i peed on my pants"

I wanted to laugh. Rumors do travel fast. Most of them were true. But the 'serial killer' part was hilarious. Seriously? A serial killer?

If only murder wasn't a crime.

"Now you know who you're messing with" I say slowly steps towards her, my infamous smirk never faltering.

"I a-am not afraid of...y-you" she says as she steps back everytime I step forward. The last words almost came in a whisper.

"Really?" I asked as I stepped closer. She stepped back still. Fear evident in her eyes and quivering lips. I do have this effect in people.

"Y-Yes. I'll m-make y-you pay for this! Y-You'll regret this!" She shouted pointing her finger at me. Pathetic.

Believe me if I say I'm not this mean when I was young.  But life made me like this.  The society fucked me up. 

"Whatever" I snorted, flipping my hair and turning on my heels, making my way through the crowd. I had enough of this brat. The crowd parted to make way for me. I smirked. I'm kinda enjoying this. While I was walking some coffee brown eyes caught my attention. There was something in those eyes that made the deepest corner of my heart twitch and I can't help but stare as it stare at me back. I only took my eye away from those beautiful coffee brown eyes when I reach the end of the crowd.

From that moment, I knew there was something with that eyes that made me not forget it.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I clutched my chest. My heart was still beating rapidly.

Nah. Kidding. That was so cliche. It really didn't happen.

Not.

Now, I need coffee. ASAP.

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Toodles!