Annabeth Fawn
Lunch could not come fast enough. Every class that came to pass were almost unbearably slow while her head was elsewhere. Annabeth was aware that she should have been paying close attention, noting everything every key point and participating as much as a awkward and anxious girl like her could, but she did not. And she wouldn't until she passed off the doggie bag in her hands to its assigned owner.
During the two weeks that had passed, while the seasons began to change, Annabeth had spent most of her time being at her mother's beck and call and playing the ukulele. Betsey had always loved the instrument, but came to appreciate more after her talk with Joss. He seemed to really be into music from what she could tell. But interactions between them had been limited even in school. They didn't share any classes and, as to be expected, he stuck to his friends during break, and Betsey found it harder to approach larger groups of people.
Things had been going rather smoothly for Betsey since and she was determined to take advantage of it and speak to him. The small had even brought bagels from her father's bakery, freshly baked that morning. She hoped he liked bread.
As if on cue, her eyes caught the site of the curly haired boy and she slowly began to walk towards him, noting that he didn't look to be in a happy mood. "J -" Betsey tripped and fell flat on the ground, the books and bag she held flew out of her hands and skidded across the floor.
Annabeth knew things were strangely too good to be true.
"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry." By tone of his sarcastic voice, Annabeth knew three things; one, it was Casey Baxter. Two, he was not sorry. Three, he was in a bad mood. He shuffled around, kicking her thing on the floor to the side and to her anger the paper bag containing the bagels she had planned on giving to Joss. "You have a lot of shit, huh?" Asked the much larger boy before his shoe landed on her wrist. The pain that the pressure of his weight brought squeezed a squeal out of her.
"That was an accident, here let me help you up." Casey removed his foot and pulled onto her feet by the elbows. Now face to face, she could see the amusement in his eyes and knew he wasn't at all sorry. Hell, he most likely did it on purpose.
"Let me go," Betsey finally spoke, her tone curt as she ripped her arms out of his grasp. Her eyes looked away from him and to her things scattered across the hallway floor. More than anything, she wanted to escape the situation and pick up her books. Naturally, Casey would never let her do that, not until he had his fun, not until he took out his anger on her.
"Don't be such a bitch Betsey, I just helped you out." Unfortunately for Betsey, Casey followed her line of sight and snorted. "Oh, your books. " He leaned over and picked up the one she wish he hadn't, her sketchbook. "Let's see." He stood up, taking a step closer toward her and began flipping through the pages. "Shit, shit, even more shit, a load of shit," Casey graded each drawing as he tore it from the pages of the book and cast it aside.
Annabeth could feel her heart sink to into her stomach as panic slowly began to rise in her. "Stop. Stop it!" She lurched for her book only to be roughly shoved to the ground with one arm.
"You know what, as a matter of fact." The smile on his face was no longer there as he ripped out the few remaining pages and tore them into smaller pieces. "It's all shit. Just like you." His smile returned just as he tossed the torn pages over her like confetti.