Lapras Valley High – Hell Blastoise

Chapter Eight – Freak Fight

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"I can’t ever let myself get to close to another male, otherwise that will happen," Nayia finished, staring out to the ocean, where the sun was setting giving the water a clear, pinky bluish look.

Martin nodded. "You poor thing, life hasn’t been easy on you," he sympathized. "But I promise, I won’t let anything happen to me."

"Hya!" Luna added, as if to say that Martin was safe while she was around.

"I just don’t want you to get hurt," Nayia sighed. "I was looking at pictures of Andy and Luke and that just brought back memories. I can’t get close to males now… I have to go." Nayia got up and walked away.

Martin and Luna stared after her. Nayia turned around.

"Thanks Martin," she thanked before leaving.

*

Skating was something new to me but I was getting the hang of it. It was actually challenging, just like school. I was put in low classes where most of us were. We weren’t the brightest of people but we were perfectly nice. At least some of us were. Nayia was in a very high class for English and Martin was in the top class for Maths and Science. While I was in low classes for everything, except PE which I placed in the third highest with Blaron, Spike and Greg because of my self defense abilities. And for battling I was in class B with Ashley and Martin.

The school was very high classed compared to Quagsire Heights. Shady Thicket, the forest at the back of the school, stretched for miles, and Shellder Bay was great for swimming in.

I was skating around the back gate of the school, where there were the courts and the gravel path leading to the bay, when I saw Martin return from the beach, sandy and alone. He looked upset, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t upset, was I?

"Martin," I greeted nodding.

"Hi Sal," he said distantly.

"What’s your problem?" I demanded. He wasn’t on Earth; his mind was far away as if he was keeping a secret.

"Nothing," Martin replied. I stared at him and he tried to grin. "Seriously, its nothing," he insisted.

"Don’t lye to me," I growled, grabbing his shirt and pushing him against the fence. "Now what the f**k is keeping you all secretive?" Martin squirmed, but I was stronger than he was and kept him pinned against the criss cross wire.

"Okay let me down I’ll talk!" Martin gave in. He sighed and looked me in the eyes. "You can not tell ANYBODY. Promise me that."

*

Kayla and Teresa lay on Kayla’s bed, flicking through one of those glossy magazines with flashy models and tubes of lip-gloss. Teresa pointed to one picture of a model wearing similar pants to Kayla and giggled. "Check out her pants," she said cruelly. "They make her look like a Snorlax!"

Kayla knew Teresa too well to object. She just nodded and smiled, and looked down at the cover of the bed, running her fingers over the soft doona, wishing she had chosen another pair of pants to wear.

"You know what, I’m going to run for the Student Council Manager for 8^th Grade," Teresa announced to Kayla.

"You are?" Kayla asked.

"Yeah," Teresa replied offhandedly. "I’m going to make there be a disco every two weeks. And naturally everybody should vote for me, after all I am one of the most popular girls here."

"Yeah…" Kayla slowly nodded.

"Did you hear about the new guy?" Teresa changed the subject. "He is such a nerd. Greg something, him and his Muk are here. He looks hot though, although he’s a nerd. He was hanging around with Spike, Blaron and Craig."

"What a looser," Kayla agreed halfheartedly. ‘What is this with Teresa, so critical? But she IS my friend and she can get bitchy at times…’

*

"There’s a disco on tomorrow night if you haven’t heard," Nayia said as we lined up for food. "I heard its going to be the best, like a pre-election thing for the Student Council. Have you heard? Teresa is running in the competition."

"Teresa?" Ashley repeated. "Well I’m also in the competition."

"You are?" I asked.

"You ARE?" Nayia shrieked.

"There’s one thing I won’t understand about girls, I’m going over with Craig and the new kid Greg," Martin told us before pushing his way through the crowd over to a table.

"Anyway, we have some serious campaigning to do before the election next week," Nayia said. "I want you to win. Personally, I think that Teresa is…"

"Only the biggest bitch in the universe," I input. "I mean honestly, I was in the bathroom yesterday when I hear her come into the room with Kayla. She was going on about how Craig and Greg and Blaron and Spike are nerds, how some girl wearing the same pants as Kayla looked like a Snorlax and how she was going to win the election because she was so damn popular. Well somebody better tell her that looks aren’t everything because if she keeps up that bitchy attitude she won’t be going anywhere. I hope she fails miserably, I hope one day she rots in hell where she belongs, the self centered bitch."

"Not again," Ashley murmured.

"Good day to you Sally Anne," Teresa icily greeted. "I suppose you were having fun sharing your thoughts about people to others, just like you did with Aunt Lucidia Blastoise. You just love that don’t you, going behind peoples backs and stabbing them."

I glared at Teresa, and reached behind me for my dagger. I grasped the air instead and whirled around to see another of Teresa’s friends behind me, holding the dagger in its case in her hands.

"Looking for this?" Marina mocked, her bold blue fringe covering part of her left eye, her two identical blue pigtails behind her shoulders. She held the dagger up in the air and pretended to study it. "Very old, wonder what would happen to it if it was burnt."

I lifted my foot and brought it down hard on Marina’s toeless shoes. My joggers crushed down on her little toes and she yelped in pain, dropping the dagger. I reached for it when a Jolteon leapt through the air and caught it in her mouth. The Jolteon landed gracefully, her golden spikes shining, her teeth bared and growling.

"I wouldn’t try and get it, that Jolteon is highly trained," Annabelle warned tauntingly, tossing her hot pink wavy hair over one shoulder and gloating at me.

I stood there fuming.

"Aww look at that, she’s going to burst with anger," Heather teased, her lavender short hair fluffy and wild. She was gloating just like the rest of them. I turned around, eyeing each bitch.

Marina, standing on one leg, rubbing her toes. Teresa, smirking at me with nothing but hatred in those eyes. Annabelle looking all smug, next to her snarling Jolteon. Heather playing with her hair, waiting for the next move. Leah walked up next to Teresa, who whispered something in Leah’s ear after brushing away Leah’s blonde hair.

Kayla.

She was standing back, watching like the other silent spectators. She wasn’t joining in with the gang bitch bashing. Why? It wasn’t as if we were friends. Perhaps she knew how tough I really was? Or maybe she wasn’t such a snob after all.

"What do you want Teresa," I demanded, playing it cool. "You want something don’t you?"

"Me? Want something from you?" Teresa scoffed.

"Yes," I answered quietly. "If you didn’t want something then why do you have all your so called friends here? You want to push me down, make me look like an idiot, cause me to go depressed, to become so low that it makes you look higher than I. Your afraid of me, aren’t you Teresa?" I glared as I accused Teresa.

I saw a flash of horror in Teresa’s eyes, she seemed to be scared for a split second, but then her smug look instantly returned.

"Why on earth would I be afraid of you?" Teresa asked.

The crowd grew bigger. I saw Nayia and Nixie (who had appeared), Spike, Blaron, Craig, Greg and Martin watching, and a few others. Leah, Teresa, Marina, Heather and Annabelle surrounded me and I wasn’t about to surrender to them.

"I have been through more than you’ll ever been through in your entire snooty life," I began. "I’ve endured days with only one juju chocolate, weeks without water. I’ve been through experiences that you have in your nightmares, almost raped, almost murdered twice, picked on. But I’ve come through. Its obvious your scared, look at who’s with you. Your specially selected Bitch Brigade, the Men-in-disguise Mafia. Get lost and give me back my dagger, I don’t have time to waste on you."

"What happened to all that fighting I’ve heard about?" Teresa pushed. "The stabbing, the slapping."

I turned around and glared. "You don’t want to make me get into that," I stated before walking a few steps away.

"Look at this everybody," Teresa raised her voice so it could be heard throughout the crowd. "The famous Sal is scared of fighting. Look at her, walking away. Only a true wimp would be such a coward and walk away."

"Only a true bitch would let everybody know that she’s the leader of the Lapras Valley High Mafia," I replied. "Now if you’ll excuse me I have lunch to buy."

"The dagger," Nayia hissed. "Your dagger!"

I turned around. "Before I leave I want to get my dagger back, if I may."

"How about no?" Teresa replied. "No dagger for little wimps." She shook her finger out in front of me.

And I snapped.

"AUGH!" I screeched, lurching forward and tackling Teresa to the hard tiled ground of the cafeteria. We hit the ground with a thud, and I began to slap her face, leaving bright red handprints. Leah gasped and Heather rushed over and began clawing at my back, trying to get me off.

I swirled around and kicked her away, and got up. Teresa’s face was red with slap marks and she snarled at me. Marina and Annabelle ran towards me in a blaze of anger and hatred and were prepared to use any weapon they could against me.

My first fight.

It felt good.

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[I]Things get bad for Sal in the next chapter. The fight causes problems that Sal isn’t sure she’ll be able to handle. Her friends try to be supportive, but that doesn’t change what’s happening, the consequence for being accused of lying and fighting Teresa. On the side, adding more pressure to poor Sal, her past is catching up with her. Something she has feared is happening and her secret is being revealed. It’s a chapter not to miss!

[b]Chapter Nine – Shadows[/b][/I]