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  “No. Not after you’ve made all this progress. You will have detention everyday for a month straight. If I hear of any more about you fighting again, you’ll be in serious trouble. Do we have an understanding?” Sharpe sternly asked.

  “Yes.” Sienna replied and stood to leave.

  “Oh and one more thing. I expect a full apology to Miss Simmons today.” Sharpe said quickly before she could leave.

  “Sure.” Sienna sighed. She knew there was an evil undermining catch.

  “At the prep rally.” Principal Sharpe said unable to hide her amused expression. Today? Pep rally? In front of the entire school who already hate me?

  “Of course.” Sienna smiled tightly and went to her class. She took a deep breath before she knocked on the door. Miss Bloom appeared at the door and ushered her in, she must have already been informed by the rest of the excited class about what had just occurred in the hallway earlier on as she looked at Sienna disconcertedly.

  “Sienna the killer.” she heard a goofball sitting at the back cough in to his fist and everyone laughed. She ignored them and sat in the only available seat left between Logan and Noah. ‘Naturally. Just my luck’ she thought bitterly as she sat at the desk between her two ex-boyfriends. She flipped open her math textbook quickly to her page and started working on the calculus questions in silence resisting the urge to glance at Logan. He didn’t deserve the slightest bit of attention from her. She refused to spend another second looking at his smug smirking face. She could feel the warmth of his penetrating gaze upon her as if he were compelling her to look at him. She didn’t. She couldn’t bear to even glance at Noah. The guilt was overwhelming her as she remembered his despair and pain when she cheated on him with Logan.

  If she could go back in time she would never have even dated Noah in the first place. It wasn’t fair to him seeing as she was already head over heels for someone else. As soon as the lesson finished Sienna picked her books up and put her earphones in blocking out all the sounds that made up high school, the rustling of papers, the shuffling of bags, the teenagers gossiping, laughing and the scraping of chairs. Instead she replaced the noise with music. She quickly left in silence returning to her vandalized locker and replaced her math textbook for her copy of Shakespeare’s Hamlet: A Prince of Denmark. She slammed the locker door shut to find Candice standing right in front of her.

  “What?” Sienna said and pulled her earphones out.

  “Don’t what me? I can’t believe you took on Bethany in front of the entire school!” she said in a hushed excited tone.

  “Oh? I’m surprised you even noticed seeing as you were too busy fraternizing with the enemy.” Sienna said arching her eyebrows at her.

  “Oh stop being so dramatic. He’s your ex-boyfriend, not your nemesis.” She scoffed “Candice he didn’t just dump me. He used me. He lied to me. He cheated on me. How can you stand there and defend him after you saw what he put me through?” she asked feeling the sting of betrayal.

  “Well, he’s hurting too. Why can’t I be both of your friends?” Candice asked. Sienna wondered if this was how Rose had felt when she had cozied up to Logan after their break up. “Karma’s a bitch.” She mumbled to herself.

  “Do whatever you want. We’re going to be late to English. Let’s go.” She replied swiftly.

  “Oh my God, I completely forgot to ask. What’s your punishment from principal Sharpe?” Candice asked. “A month’s detention. That’s harsh. She was the one that started it and attacked you first!” exclaimed Candice.

  “Yeah well, she was the one with the broken nose. So apparently she and her minions are the victims and I’m just the mentally unfit and unstable bully.” She sighed.

  “I wish she had suspended me instead.” Sienna admitted as they entered their English class. This time she had beaten Logan to class and took a seat in the front row. She had a lot of reading to catch up on. That’s what happens when you get locked up in the psych ward for seven weeks.

  “Good morning everyone, come in, come in, you’re late Mr. Jackson.” He said as he closed the door behind Logan. He spotted Sienna instantly and took a seat behind her. Her back instantly went rigid. She clearly didn’t like his choice of seating. Well tough, he didn’t exactly like it when she tried to leave him.

  “Right, class. For those of you who have been way, Mr. Jackson and Miss Rivers you have a lot of catching up to do. Hamlet is arguably Shakespeare’s greatest tragedy. It’s about Prince Hamlet of Denmark who sees his father’s ghost who informs him that his brother Claudius, the new king who married Hamlet’s mother Gertrude murdered him. It is a tale of revenge. Today we’re going to discuss and analyze the love that Hamlet has for Ophelia. Or if he even loves her at all? And also whether or not Hamlet is really insane or not?” Mr. Collins said dramatically.

  “Think of it as a debate of some sort. I want everyone to participate and ask and answer each other’s questions.” He said leaning against his desk. ‘Oh lord, not another debate,’ Sienna moaned in her mind.

  “Well, I think Hamlet does love Ophelia, he just doesn’t trust women after seeing his mother marry his uncle so quickly after the king died. So he distances himself from her. He even tells her to go to a nunnery.” Logan stated speaking proud and boldly like no one would even challenge his ideas. It irritated her to no end.

  “He meant that as an insult. By nunnery he meant whorehouse. He wasn’t protecting her at all. He was taking his anger out on her. What kind of love is that?” Sienna retorted unable to hold her tongue. She continued to stare ahead knowing she’d lose her nerve if she so much as looked at him.

  “Excellent point Miss Rivers. Excellent!” Mr. Collins praised completely unaware of what was really going on.

  “He wants her to go to a nunnery probably because he knows the nature of men and he knows that there is no man deserving of her except Jesus himself.” Logan retorted back instantly. “Hamlet constantly ridicules her throughout the entirety of the play. He’s a misogynist.” Sienna countered immediately.

  “He even tells her he loved her in Act III somewhere. Hamlet did love Ophelia.” Logan said straightaway.

  “Oh read a few more lines. He takes it all back and says he never even loved her. He’s either lying or telling the truth. Which is it?” Sienna snapped and finally turned around to face him. Her long shimmering dark hair flowed all the way down her back, her emerald eyes were looking at him intently, her lips puckered slightly as they did whenever she was angry.

  “How the hell would I know?” he asked rhetorically and leaned back in his seat yawning pretending to be the dumb jock she knew he wasn’t. He couldn’t bear to look at her disappointed face.

  “Okay, let’s have some other people. Jodie?” Mr. Collins called as other students slowly started giving their different opinions. Sienna quickly jotted down all the arguments and counterarguments in her notebook.

  “And of course we have to discuss the million dollar question: was Hamlet sane or insane?” the ecstatic eccentric English teacher said as he scrawled the question on the board.

  “Of course he’s sane.” Sienna answered just as Logan replied the opposite.

  “Ah, it seems as though we have another debate today. Excellent. Let’s hear it from you first Mr. Jackson, why is Hamlet insane in your opinion?” he asked.

  “Because first of all he sees the ghost of his father whom no one else can see. He’s clearly having hallucinations. That’s obviously insanity!” answered Logan adamantly.

  “Sienna? Your rebuttal?” Mr. Collins said as Sienna suddenly went blank.

  “Er, yes. Well he only feigns madness initially anyway and it all depends on your view on sanity or insanity. Nowadays anything is insanity. You feel a bit blue; you go to the doctors and come back with a tablet and a labeled diagnosis and apparently you’re insane. He isn’t insane; he’s just determined to avenge his father’s death! So he acts in an unusual way. Does that mean he’s insane? No.” Sienna insisted and turned around yet again to face h
im. God. He irritated her. She didn’t know what she found more frustrating the fact that he refuted all of her comments or the fact that as soon as she turned around she felt that familiar desire pool in her stomach? Her heart rate sped up as it usually did whenever she found herself trapped in those dark brooding eyes.

  “Its like they never left.” Trent commented wryly causing a few chuckles.

  “The real question is of course whether Ophelia even loved Hamlet!” Logan retorted as he leaned forward. His eyes were hungry for her. He hadn’t seen her for seven weeks but it felt like seven years. His eyes lingered over her smooth olive complexion, her green eyes, her sharp cheekbones and finally settled on her soft pink lips.

  “You know that’s a perfectly good question because somehow as soon as Ophelia found out about Hamlet’s madness she ran for the hills and left him.” Sienna hissed as the familiar hurt and pain crept its way back in to her broken heart. The bell rang and just like that the magic spell was lifted. Sienna jumped back in her seat away from him, gathered her belongings and was out of the door before he could even wet his lips. Her heart was pounding as she sped up down the hallway.

  12.

  “Sienna! Wait up!” Candice yelled and ran after her.

  “Whoa slow down. What the hell was that back there?” she asked breathlessly as she put her hands on her knees. “I was just participating in class.” Sienna replied nonchalantly in her usual blasé attitude, pretending that everything was fine especially when it wasn’t. “That was like watching couple’s therapy using Shakespeare as a mediator between the two of you. That was…intense.” Candice said slowly waiting for her cousin’s response. “Was it? I hardly noticed.” She replied as she continued to walk towards her Chemistry lab. “Everyone was watching the both of you. Bethany’s going to freak out when she finds out!” Candice gasped.

  “Finds out that I whooped Logan’s ass in an English debate? Big deal.” She scoffed.

  “No, silly, the fact that he is so obviously still in love with you. Didn’t you see the way he was looking at you? The entire class could see it. Hell, I bet old Collins could even sense the sexual tension in the air.” She said eagerly wondering how she could be so blind to the truth.

  “I don’t want to talk about it.” Sienna snapped frowning. Even with medication her moods still altered and flipped on a dime in the blink of an eye. One second she was laughing and smiling, then you blink and her face has dropped and she’s giving you her best Heisenberg glare. Sienna stopped in her tracks abruptly as a thought suddenly occurred to her.

  “Were you there in the hallway when Bethany and the other plastic spastics threatened to kick my ass?” she asked.

  “Yes.” She replied meekly perhaps because she felt guilty that she hadn’t intervened. “But you were with Logan with morning. He was there watching too?” Sienna supposed. “Yeah.” Candice replied tentatively. “And he didn’t do anything.” Sienna mumbled to herself. Why would he? It’s not his problem. You’re not his problem. You don’t need him anyway. She quickly slipped in to the chemistry lab. The lab technicians were setting out the clamp stands and Bunsen burners. Sienna quickly took a seat. Candice wasn’t in her chemistry class so she silently wandered off to her class after dropping of her crazy relative. The class was soon filled with students. Mr. Blake quickly entered his eyes fixed on his wristwatch as he fiddled with it. He looked up at her for a second and looked back at his watch. Then his head snapped back up his eyes filled with happiness as he realized whom it was. She gave him her dazzling smile.

  “Sienna, how are you?” he asked with those amazing piercing ocean blue eyes staring in to eyes as if he were looking deep in to her soul.

  “Better.” She replied and tucked the loose strand of hair behind her ear.

  “I heard about what happened. I’m so sorry Sienna.” He whispered as students bustled in behind him.

  “Why are you sorry?” she asked bewildered.

  “I was there with you that night. I should have taken you straight to the hospital when I first saw you in that grave.” He said clearly frustrated with himself.

  “It’s not your fault. You’re probably the only one who actually helped me. You didn’t judge me either. And you’re probably the only person in all of Haven Falls that doesn’t hate me.” She sighed, grateful for al of his kindness. He gulped and took a step back away from her big entrancing adoring eyes.

  “Who could hate that face, huh?” he said charmingly and retreated to behind his desk. “Well, it is such a pretty face.” Logan drawled out sardonically as he sat on the stool next to her causing her to jump. Even on crutches he was silent and deadly as the night.

  “What are you doing? You can’t sit here.” Sienna hissed and looked around.

  “Look there’s a seat over there next to Noah. You can sit there.” She urged. She dug her nails in to her arm. “If you like that seat so much why don’t you go sit there? Oh, I forgot. You’re avoiding him.” He smirked cockily.

  “I’m not avoiding him. I’m trying to avoid you. Why won’t you just leave me alone?” she whispered. The last thing she needed was for the rest of the class to suddenly tune in. She was desperately trying to get over him. That was next to impossible with Logan sitting only inches away from her every lesson of every single day! He simply ignored her and looked ahead and began tapping his fingers against the tabletop, a habit he had acquired whenever he was deep in thought. Blake was busy looking through various worksheets unaware of the scrutiny he was under.

  “Now today we’re going to do your practical assessments so I hope you all have your lab coats and safety goggles on.” Blake said as he noticed who was sitting next to Sienna. “Okay, so now we’re going to switch everybody around.” He declared. Sienna could have hugged have him if it weren’t deemed so wrong and inappropriate.

  “What? But sir we’ve already got lab partners.” Said Justin Hawthorne confusedly.

  “Yes, you’re right. Well, Mr. Jackson you can go and work with Mr. O Connell, seeing as you are both in need of a partner.” Blake told him with a strong level of authority in his tone.

  “I’m fine with the partner I already have.” He responded smoothly as he glared at Blake unfalteringly.

  “He’s not my partner. We’re not partners.” Sienna quickly replied as she looked at Logan’s stubborn face.

  “Move.” Blake stated again clearly asserting his authority. For a second there Sienna thought Logan might have done something stupid but he just smiled and complied, burying his anger. For the rest of the class, Sienna was acutely aware of how everyone paid distinct attention to every move she made. She was already known as the town nutcase and after this mornings showdown with Bethany she knew everyone was just itching for her to snap and go all Hitchcockian on their asses.

  “Woman up!” she hissed to herself. She could already feel her breath hitch. Her heart began to palpitate faster. Her hands became clammy with that familiar cold sweat. As she walked down the hallways she could feel the eyes of every unsuspecting pupil staring at her like a mad scientist to a lab rat, their eyes glazed and hungry for a reaction of some sort physical or otherwise.

  ‘You’re going to lunch, not war. Get a grip. It’s all in your head’ She thought to herself firmly. So she did. She kept her head high and her shoulders square giving off the perfect illusion that she was fine with being scrutinized by the masses and had nothing to hide. As she entered the high school cafeteria she felt heads turn and the usual hubbub of chatter and noise dulled down to a smatter of murmurs and hushed whispers.

  ‘It’s just in your head.” She whispered to herself as she kept her head down and joined the lunch queue. The noise in the cafeteria eventually leapt back up to its usual standard volume. She could feel the holes being burnt in to her back by the sheer force of the glares she was receiving from Bethany who sat on a table surrounded by her usual ridiculously good-looking yet thought provokingly stupid cohorts. Sienna couldn’t help but take a quick glimpse over her shoulder. B
ethany had a small white plaster taped to her broken nose. She also had an icepack in her hand and glared at Sienna vituperatively as she spoke with Becca inaudibly.

  “Helloooo?” she heard a voice say from behind her. She looked down and saw a short dark haired boy behind her looking at her expectantly.

  “What?” she asked confusedly then quickly realized she was holding up the queue and moved on to take a sandwich, an apple and a pot of Jell-O. She took her tray and paused momentarily as she tried to figure out where to sit. She could see Rose sitting with the rest of the cheerleaders. She knew she definitely wasn’t welcome their after she had just deformed their captain’s face although Sienna knew some of the girls were very pleased that she had done so. Her brows furrowed as she noticed Candice sitting alongside them. She was clearly pretending not to have noticed her. Thanks cuz.

  She thankfully found an empty table; unfortunately it was only a couple of tables behind Bethany’s table. She was in full earshot of their gripping conversation about her.

  “You know I heard from Melanie that she was completely mute for at least a month after she had found out what she had done to Logan.” she heard Becca yap incessantly as she bit in to her blood red poison worthy apple. Sienna tried to ignore them and keep a straight face but it was hard. The things that they were coming out with were more and more ludicrous and they weren’t the only ones sprouting the infectious rumors. She could hear a couple of sophomores whom she didn’t even existed whispering about her.

  “I heard that Sienna and Logan even did it in the auditorium last year whilst we were right in the middle of the play. I told you! They were at it whilst she was still with Noah!” she exclaimed and then stared at Sienna wide-eyed and red-faced before looking down immediately. Sienna couldn’t help but smirk and raise her water bottle at her before taking a sip. Idiot.