Heaven And Hell novel Chapter 6

Paul Logan

Why, Mr. Logan? Why why WHY? Now I wished I were dead. Why did bad luck follow my every step? Why, in the name of God, did it have to be Michael Cutting? What did I ever do to deserve such torture?

I breathed in and out, practically losing my mind. I closed my school email and tapped my foot, feeling like I'd explode at any given moment.

First, I'd sneezed on his face; then I'd stomped on his foot, twice; and then I'd licked his nostril, for chrissakes, with my tongue since I'd thought it had been his lips -- as well as banging his head!

Now...well, he was my partner. I was sure, as Michael was reading his own email from Mr. Logan, that he was fuming as much as I was at the moment. He might even be cursing my name right now. I wouldn't blame him. I'd blown boogers in his face!

I cringed. That was unnecessary to think about, especially when I'd been trying so hard to forget about that scenario.

Why was I such a klutz when it came to Michael? It was terrible!

Just as I was about to shut my laptop, an info popped up on my messenger list.

[email protected]

CRAP. Now he wanted to add me!

I had no choice. I wanted to tell him that I did not approve of our partnership. Curse you, Mr. Logan. I might have to think of a dangerous scenario with my home ec teacher but not now. Most definitely, not now.

I accepted Michael's request, then gave him a name in my friends list that suited him very well. He didn't waste time being friendly with me.

MichaelDICKHEADCutting: I hate you for being my partner.

Keller Blakely: Hey, I'm not happy with the whole partnership too.

MichaelDICKHEADCutting: Why do I always end up with someone as clumsy and depressing as you?

Keller Blakely: Asshole.

MichaelDICKHEADCutting: I've heard you call me that several times now not to know that I'm an asshole, thank you very much.

Keller Blakely: Sarcasm doesn't become you.

MichaelDICKHEADCutting: Bitchiness doesn't play good on your part, sweetheart.

Keller Blakely: Endearments are strictly forbidden when it comes to good, kind-hearted people like yours truly.

MichaelDICKHEADCutting: "Good, kind-hearted," my foot. You're a BEAST when it comes to hitting a person! Plus, you don't know how to kiss. Such terrible combinations.

Keller Blakely: ??

MichaelDICKHEADCutting: *cries* You do know where to hit, Keller. Such bad 'fingers,' you got there. I'm wounded.

With a sigh, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I had to make my hair work out great to cover up my bruise. Makeup wouldn't do with this situation of mine.

I stripped off my clothes and took a shower, and when I was done, I went to my room and changed into my school uniform.

Yes, people, I wore a uniform at my school. For the girls, we wore crisp white, long-sleeved shirts with a round neckline and a cobalt blue ribbon around the collar. It had a crest of the school's logo on the left pocket. Our skirt was smooth and flowy in the same shade as the ribbon, forming natural-looking pleats around that had a length of just a few inches above the knee. We wore ankle, cobalt blue knee-high socks -- and to match that off, we wore black shoes.

For the guys, they had on white, long-sleeved shirts, cobalt blue neckties and blazers with the school's logo on the left breast pocket, black slacks, and black leather shoes.

Anyway, I went to St. George's Catholic School. Everything there was dark, shiny, and expensive. You might be wondering how my grandmother was able to take me to St. George's, right?

Well, one of Grams' closest friends back in the day was our headmistress, Mrs. Smith. She let me join the school with open arms, but I had to earn my joining there by singing up for serving the meal every lunch hour. It hadn't been so bad, actually. I mean, Michael and Frederick hadn't enrolled to St. George's until only last year.

And anyway, it wasn't like Michael had ever noticed me serving the food for them everyday. He'd gotten there when he'd been only a sophomore, and then we had continued to ignore each other. We hadn't actually talked to one another since that Disastrous Blind Date of ours. We had only glared at each other and stuff. So it was no biggie.

Though I was kind of paranoid now about what happened to yesterday at Viv's birthday party because we were fighting now. Like, really fighting.

When I packed my stuff inside my backpack, I quickly ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen -- where I saw Cookie. That stupid parrot.

"Baaak, Keller ready and is ugly!"

"Oh, for the love of God!" I complained, glaring at the green and yellow parrot. Why did Gramps have to give Grams an annoying parrot? He could've just given her a hamster or something! At least a hamster would just be in a cage and run around its wheel and exercise, burning its calories! But no, it had to be a stinking parrot.