Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,8
group mates when one person is going to answer for the rest of them anyway? No one wants to group with me. I'll just sleep.
I'd learned two days ago that I'd end up a loner due to the classroom dynamic. With our groups set up as five students each, I was left alone by the end of it. Not like I cared much.
With a group, I'd be doing everything by myself while listening to them talk poorly about me. Being by yourself meant not having to carry everyone else with you.
Something slammed onto my head, and I flinched at the shot of pain that came with it. A burst of laughter came from around me, and only heightened the pounding within my mind by three folds.
Lifting my head with some struggle, I looked to see Rick and his group surrounding my desk.
"It's group assignment time, Miss Blaze. We know you like to play the loner card, but maybe you should try to participate like the rest of us," he mocked.
I narrowed my eyes at him, not out of spite, but due to the fact I was seeing double.
Shit...I need to go to the nurse's office.
"Rick! What are you doing?" Professor Daily barked. "If you think I didn't see what you did, think again. Apologize to Alice, or you can explain to the principal why you slammed a book on her head."
Rick couldn't care less as he rolled his eyes and added a dramatic huff to the mix. "C'mon now, Professor Daily. I'm sure you hate her. The possessed student who brings trouble and her ghosts from that haunted house on the top of the hill. She should be in a mental institution."
The students from his group laughed and aimed their fingers at me. I bit my lip in annoyance, the pounding in my head becoming almost unbearable.
"I don't hate anyone. Alice is one of the smartest in the class. Regardless of whatever you have been heard about the other schools, you shouldn’t be picking on her. She's appeared unwell since lunch and hasn't bothered anyone. Don't act as if I didn't see you hit her with that book. In fact, go see the principal right this minute. I won't be dealing with your disrespectful attitude this year," Professor Daily stated.
"How am I getting kicked out of class when she's the culprit of my irritation?! She should stay in her haunted mansion instead of coming to our school and bothering us!" Rick yelled back.
Placing my fingers against my temple, I felt like I was going to vomit.
Yup. Off to the nurse's office I go.
I slowly rose up and slipped on the straps of my backpack.
"Professor Daily. I'm going to the nurse's office," I excused myself.
Aiming to slide past Rick and one of his group mates, I tried to do just that, but he blocked my path. Biting my bottom lip hard, I slowly looked up to meet his blue eyes that gloatingly stared back at me.
"Now you're a chicken? You don't look sick at all. Why don't you stop playing games, Alice? Or better yet, show us some of your voodoo magic."
"Move, Rick," I muttered, feeling extremely nauseous.
Either I was going to pass out entirely or vomit up whatever digestive contents were left of that red velvet breakfast combo.
He took a step forward, putting himself right in my space, and purposely nudged my shoulder with his hand. If I hadn't braced myself for it, I would have fallen right over.
"Make me, Blazing Bitch," he mocked.
As if that was the cue for my stomach to clench, my gag reflex kicked in and with a blink, I was projectile vomiting - every single bit of that red velvet breakfast combo was now soaking into Rick's uniform, shoes, and the floor beneath him.
The room was pin-drop silent, and I groaned.
"Oops." I burped and reached for his tie that was tucked into his vomit-covered vest. Pulling it out, I used it to wipe my mouth and maneuvered my way to Professor Daily's desk.
He looked just as shocked, and I noticed the receiver of the school phone was in his hand. He must have tried to dial the principal before my random vomit revenge made its debut.
"Professor Daily. I'm not feeling good. I'll head to the nurse's office."
He nodded and looked as though he was going to suggest I go with someone, but I shook my head and spoke before he could.