Fight Back

Date: 28th October 2014. Weight: 8st 5lbs. Stage: Four. Estimated time of survival: Four and a half months.

I couldn't decide if history classes were torturous or entertaining. I couldn't deny that I loved the arguments that Mike and I had. I relished in the arguments. But sometimes he would take it too far without knowing it, or say the wrong words and upset me. But history was becoming one of my favourite classes, not that I did any work. But I'd be dead by my final exams anyway.
I turned to look at Mike. He was drumming with two of my pencils. It was starting to annoy me. He seemed to know that it did and that gave him further reason to do it. “Just stop it." I finally hissed and snatched my pencils away from him.
“Why? You never do any work,” Mike sneered. “You'll fail.” he added.
“I'm sure you'll exceed all expectations by spelling your name correctly on the paper. But, then again you probably won't even make it to the exam hall . . . too concerned about spending time with one of your whores.”
“Don't be stupid, my whores will be sitting the exam as well.” Mike replied in a ‘isn’t it obvious’ voice.
“Then again, why are you even here? It’s not like you have to move out and get a job."
“What are you saying?”
“That you can always rely on Mommy and Daddy.” I mocked.
“I can't because Mommy and Daddy have Vic as the favourite child.”
“Or they wish you were a girl so they can dump you on some stupid fickle handsome boy.”
“Actually seventy two percent of us handsome boys don't marry pretty girls,” he said smugly. "So, you never know, you might stand a chance."
“You just made that up, that's a lie.” I accused.
“No, it isn't. I said it, so its fact.” he replied easily.
“Just because you say something doesn't mean its correct.”
“But it is.” Mike smirked.
“I thought we already classified that you're stupid.” I countered quickly.
“Shut up, Dread head.”
“Actually what you say is normally far from the truth."
“Well then, Dread, you really are the most beautiful, perfect, elegant, smart and sensational human being who has brilliant come backs and deserves my full respect.” Mike replied sarcastically.
“Sorry, I didn't hear that.” I smirked.
“You are the most beautiful, perfect, elegant, smart and sensational human being who has brilliant come backs and deserves my full respect!” he said but this time louder.
“What?” I asked.
“YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, PERFECT, ELEGANT, SMART AND SENSATIONAL HUMAN BEING WHO HAS BRILLIANT COME BACKS AND DESERVES MY FULL RESPECT!” Mike screamed at the top of his voice. Then most of the class turned and ogled at us.
“One point to Dread head.” I said and bit my lip smugly.
“How did I not see that?” he groaned loudly.
“Like I've stated many times before, you're stupid.” I hissed and stood up to get some paper from the front desk.
On my way back I saw Mike was sat with his elbows leaning on the desk and talking smoothly to the girl in front. She was a classic blonde who apparently stuffs potatoes down her bra. Apparently.
“Her boobs aren't real." I whispered in Mike's ear when I sat down. He sat back in disappointment and the girl in front glared. “And anyway, she only wants you for your dick, Fuentes." I added.
“At least someone will marry me, even if its just for my dick.”
“What are you saying?” I spat.
“That I'll find a nice pretty wifey and you'll die alone." Mike said and I stiffened. He didn't know what he'd said but I felt my heart sink. He was right, I would die alone. I would die my only kiss being with the prick sitting next to me at some drunken party.
“Well I hope you don't mind another man having rights to your children." I sneered.
“Oh?” Mike asked.
“Sperm donors have some rights to their child because lets be honest, what woman would want something of you and your mutated DNA inside them?” I spat and watched his face darken.
“You really are a repugnant bitch.” Mike hissed and I smiled widely, but it was twisted, sick.
“I know.” I replied. Then I heard the bell ring and started to gather up my things.
“I hate you.” Mike hissed in my ear and slipped past me.
“Then we have something in common.” I told him and smiled back. He shook his head and left the room. I followed and headed outside.
I was about to step out when I felt a hand grab my arm and spin me around. I went to glare at the person but saw Hope. "Yes?" I snapped and pulled my arm away.
“Look Helena, I'm sorry about before.” Hope said but failed to meet my eyes.
“Okay.”
“Aren't you going to apologise?” she asked confused and I shook my head. “Well anyway, I'm going shopping the weekend. Would you like to come with me?”
“Just me and you?” I asked uncertainly.
“Yes, it'll be just like it used too, but we won't have to get the bus.” Hope said happily.
“I'm busy Saturday.” I said flatly.
“Well then, we'll go on Sunday.”
“I'll get back to you.” I replied and turned away. I didn't know if I wanted to go shopping with her. It would just mean letting her in in a way, and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I did feel bad for her, but not bad enough to go shopping with her. I should probably be writing my will or something.
I walked outside to a bench and sat. Just as I was settled I felt my phone ring and I took it out of my pocket. Mom's number flashed on the screen. I nearly didn't answer, I don't really know what made me press the green button to take the call. “What?” I said into the speaker.
“Helena, sweetheart." Mom's happy voice came.
“What?” I repeated. I don't know why I was snapping, probably because she fucked off to London. Or because I haven't spoken to her for six months.
“How's school?”
“Fine.” I replied flatly.
"And are you well?"
"I suppose Dad told you."
"Yes, yes he did," she sighed. "I'm sorry."
"What do you want, Mom?"
“I wanted to come and see you this weekend."
"You're in California?"
"Yes, Will and I are stopping at a hotel in LA." she explained.
“Why?”
“Just to see you. I know you have your check up with Philip on Saturday. But we thought we could take you for lunch and dinner on Sunday."
“I can't.”
“Why not?” Mom huffed. "I've travelled thousands of miles to see you."
“That's not my problem. I'm going out with a friend.”
“Really? Who?” she huffed. She doesn’t believe me.
“Hope."
“The nice and polite one?”
“Yeah, the one you said you wished was your daughter.” I hissed. I remember when Mom told me that. We were in an argument and Hope hadn't long gone. She didn't just say it, she screamed it at me until I left the room in tears.
“Yes." she said cautiously.
“Bye." I muttered and ended the call. Sometimes the things I do seem harsh, even to me. But I think of the things people have done to me and I feel like they deserve it.

Notes

Hey! What do you think? Do you hate Helena? What about all the other characters? What do you want to see next? :)