Chapter 5: “It was like watching Jess from New Girl turn into The Hulk.”

I stood there, frozen at my place shocked at what I had done.

I had just slapped "The Douchebag".

I couldn't believe myself.

I the shy (well kinda shy girl) had just slapped the shit out of the idiot.

Wel,l to be precise he did deserve it as to what things he had said about me last night. But, it was kind of a brave thing for me to do. So, I internally giggled and patted myself.

I was brought back to reality as Alastair grumbled in front of me. His right side of the face was slightly red because of the slap and the lady worker who he was flirting with before had suddenly disappeared.

"You! You bitch, how dare you?" Alastair pointed at me.

Jayden and Chase were instantly on his side, trying to calm him down.

Shantell and Amber both were clutching my hands, looking just as shocked as Alastair.

"You deserved it, asshole."

I knew I was digging my own grave but this new-found confidence and the anger were minding their own business.

This made him even more angry than he was before.

"You are going to regret ever doing this. I’m going to make your life a living hell. You, just wait and watch."

He walked away hunching his shoulders back. Jayden and Chase went after him apologizing profusely to me.

"Ohh, I’m so ready for this." I mumbled under my breath rolling my eyes.

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"Will you stop pacing around?"Shantell glared at me.

"You are not helping with that look on your face." I shook my head trying to clear out my thoughts.

"You need to stop freaking out so much!" Shantell tried reasoning with me.

"How could you let me do that?" I accused both of them.

Yes, we were talking about how I-Maeve Grace Brown had lost my senses in the morning and following my guts, slapped Alastair. I know my Mom and Dad would have been proud for what I had done but, it wasn't my best action. I had been calm all the way back here to my room thinking about what I had done.

As we reached my room, I had finally come to my senses and that's when I started freaking out. I wasn't someone who slapped the bad boy in public. No, I was someone who would avoid these kinds of boys at all cost, never going out of my way to slap someone.

I’m someone who loves sweet ,caring, innocent people like Bubbles from Powerpuff Girls.

Not going all Hulk on someone. That's Shantell's forte'.

"You need to make some time for us too, rather than always spending your time with your lover boy Amber."I glared at Amber.

"I.. I.. I don't know what to say." Amber said shyly.

"Stop blaming it on Amber, M. It was all your fault."Shantell said to me.

"I know, okay! I just can't believe myself. " I sat down on the chair.

"I wouldn't even had stopped you if I knew you were going to do something like that. It was like watching Jess from New Girl turn into The Hulk. I loved it." Shantell cried out in joy.

"Oh my God, Shantell you are supposed to be helping me and not enjoying it. You just let me walk into Osama Bin Laden's house knowing that he hates anyone other than his own people."I sighed.

"First of all, stop being so dramatic okay. Second of all, Osama Bin Laden is dead. Third, it isn't like he is going to hang you over a rope and try to torture you or maybe he will." She just shrugged her shoulders at me.

My eyes widened at that, “I knew it. He's sadistic, isn't he? Shit, shit, SHIT!!!"

"M, you need to calm down and just relax okay? We won't let him do anything to you, I promise. Don't we, Amber?" Shantell gestured to Amber to come and sit beside me.

"Yeah, we do. I mean we won't let him get to you."Amber tried calming me down.

"I just hope nothing bad happens."I sighed and hugged them.

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Surprisingly, I woke up even before my alarm went off the next morning. Or maybe not so surprising because, I couldn't sleep throughout the night.

Tossing and turning around in my bed, trying different positions to fell asleep-with blanket, without blanket, one leg outside of my blanket, flipped over, blanket till my chin, blanket till my waist, blanket over my head. But, nothing worked.

So, here I was tired and without sleep trying to get ready for my morning class.

I grabbed some black leggings and a cream t-shirt which said "I'm Future Mrs. Styles " and a hoodie over it. Putting my hair up in a ponytail, I decided to put some effort into my face.

I was not late for once and looked like shit, so might as well use makeup today. I put some concealer under my eyes, mascara and some lip-gloss and I was ready for the day.

I looked better than I normally would. I should probably get up early morning every day and at least try to look good but, I loved sleep too much.

I left for my class grabbing some books and shut my room's door.

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My eyes were watering because of yawning too much during the class. Professor had even given me a pointed look saying STOP YAWNING.

Believe me I had tried so damn hard not to yawn but, did my body ever listen to me? Nah. I had yawned like 3 times per 10 minutes. Yup I had counted, because I couldn't concentrate on the lecture.

Now, here I was finally done with the lecture and ready to sleep till eternity. But, did the universe ever worked the way I wanted it to? No, always the opposite.

Barely seeing where I was going trying to find my handkerchief from my bag I bumped into someone and the books I was holding fell.

"Shit."I bent down trying to pick up my books.

"That is what you are going to keep saying every time you see me, girl."

I froze at his voice and looked up. I was dreading this moment since last night.

The Douchebag aka Alastair was smirking down at me. The evil way he was smirking at me, I knew my life was going to get worse.

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