The Difference Between You and Me (2)

"I can’t believe you, Skipper!" the orange-haired girl lectured. "How can you stoop that low?! It’s so stupid to pick up a fight with that idiot! You could at least tell her to fuck off! But breaking her nose? You could get suspended...or, or... sent to Juvie for assault!"

I blankly stared at the floor as the orange-haired girl rubbed medical cream on my face. After the fight, I went straight to Alexis, my best friend since...forever, I guess. I mean, my parents would literally disown me if they knew about the fight...which they will eventually, but it’s better to save the time, right?

Oh...and you’re wondering about the name "Skipper", yes? Skipper is the name everyone calls me, everyone except for my family and teachers. I absolutely HATE the name Renesmee. I only let my family members and teachers call me that. Only them. But for the rest, unless you want to end up like Tori, you better call me Skipper. Oh! And how I got that nickname? It’s simple really... Back in middle school, 7th grade to be precise, I use to skip classes; which lays down the foundation of my nickname: Skipper. Cheesy name, but I like the ring to it.

"She deserved it..." I murmured, quickly glancing at Alexis who was fuming in frustration.

"That’s your excuse? What will your parents say?!" she continued to rant, "You got hurt, Skipper! You got hurt all because you thought she deserved it?"

I stayed quiet. What else was I suppose to say? She did deserve it!

As Alexis continued to bandage the little cuts on my cheeks, I sighed heavily and forced a weak grin. Alexis raised an eyebrow at the random grin, waiting for an explanation. I did nothing and continued to smile. Minutes past with utter silence and that really made me uncomfortable. I coughed and decided to break the ice.

"I did her a favor, Alexis. She looks better with a broken nose anyways," I spat heartlessly, my smile growing bigger as I pictured Tori walking around school with a huge bandage on her nose. Alexis gently slapped my arm as she rolled her hazelnut eyes, "You’re so immature."

I leaned against the black, leather couch I was sitting on and clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth.

"Say what you want, but that girl has got to get a reality check," I snapped. "And I’m basically the only one who even has the guts to do something about it! It’s epic! It’s about time that bimbo gets her head straight!"

"You’re such a troublemaker," Alexis sighed quietly, "I’m surprised Chancellor Korpal didn’t expel you yet!" I scoffed and smiled.

"Not a troublemaker. The troublemaker."

Was it just me...or did that sound extremely tacky?

And from the look on Alexis’s face, I could tell she was thinking the same thing. I grinned and shook my head side to side. The orange-haired girl smiled too and placed one last bandage on my last cut.

"Well, at least you could try to be nice to the girl rather then plotting to kill her," she smiled as she twisted the lid to the medical cream back on. "I’ll be honest, she is a ‘bimbo’ as you would call her... but, there’s no need to rearrange her face. Her parents could file lawsuits against you."

I stopped smiling and froze. Damn. I never thought about that before.

But then again.. I can always counter-sue her for plagiarism from my science fair project back in the 5th grade. She got first place, unfortunately... This is the first reason why I developed this deadly grudge against her. I can name all the other things she did to make my life miserable, but does it matter now? I had my revenge by beating up her face— I’m sorry for all of you who hate violence, but what’s done is done.

Oh, and excuse my cussing too... I do that a lot.

But like I said before, Tori deserved it. I was sick and tired of her picking on other people— especially me, so what’s there to do? Throw pink nail polish containers at her until one ironically plows down her mouth, gets stuck in her throat, chokes her, and makes her die? That does sound kind of...fun, but no way. And besides, why the hell would I have pink nail polish? I do like pink, but it’s not my forte. But... The choking and dying part, that’s a possibility. Yes, I know I’m an evil maniac, but it’s better than a sadistic bitch, right?

The only thing I’m afraid of is Tori’s boyfriend.

Y’know! Dominick Sanders, that idiot I’m tutoring in Chemistry!!

That big, muscular, attractive football player who once beat up a dude for calling Tori ugly. But that’s not the case here...I freaking disfigured her entire face.

I am in so much shit.