Scott felt the hot fury rising up in the pit of his stomach. This little pretentious bitch just couldn't get things together, could she? It was one thing when he wasn't involved, but now this little debacle was keeping him from helping Emily with the setup for the welcome ceremony. Hundreds of kids were now heading to that auditorium, where they would find themselves sitting with no vice president, no flowers, no organization, no smile upon Emily's delicate lips, and complete and utter chaos because this insolent little girl just could not get her shit together.
The only thing he hated more than someone who was fake was someone who kept him from helping Emily achieve her dreams of order and peace. And this pathetic woman, right now, was ruining all of that. Every little thing that happened today seemed to be her fault, and he was almost surprised how easy it was to blame her for everything. It was something he could get used to. And he just might... Because he was not somebody to be taken lightly. Never once had he thought of himself as higher than anyone else, but damnit he felt that Emily's happiness was not a huge thing to ask for. He never wanted all of the admiration or glory shoved upon him by his classmates... all he wanted was her gentle salvation from the limelight. And Miss Late-and-Clumsy was still standing in his way.
Before he even thought about it, he scrambled to his feet in a blind rage. To be honest, he would be more than happy to scream at her and release all of the unexpected frustration he had, in this moment. However, everybody was staring at him in concern, and he knew that he had to be the good vice president that Emily expected him to be. And besides, he knew that it was just a slip on a piece of paper... Although Scott had no idea why it resulted in all of this anger, he decided to calm down and not act irrationally.
Not knowing that Elizabeth had seen his frightening expression (an anger at the world that he keeps buried deep inside that he has never shown to anyone in his life), he allowed his face to relax into a neutral expression. He then hissed as the movement made his nose ache. Damn... Is it bro-
"Oh my god!!! That little slut broke his nose!!!" A young spunky girl with blonde hair suddenly shrieked. Scott blinked in surprise at this, pulling his hand away from his face to see what the fuss was about. Sure enough, his palm was covered with the thick, red lacquer he now realized was running down his face. The pain really didn't feel that bad... Maybe it was because he let his anger get the better of him that he didn't notice? Whatever the case, he definitely felt the sting, now. But he needed to get out of this miserable classroom and to that ceremony! Plus, with everyone watching him, he still needed to be the example.
As his eyes flickered to Elizabeth, who was now standing, he saw how upset and scared she was. A sweet smile immediately crossed his lips, and his disposition seemed to entirely change. "Don't worry about it," he replied, calmly. "Accidents happen." The young woman was about to protest, but he turned to look at her and a blush crossed her cheeks to stop her words. "Honestly, it looks worse than it is. I'll just stop by the infirmary on my way to the ceremony, okay? But you should all get there before you are late..."
He turned to Elizabeth, that charming smile still held taut on his lips. "Honestly, it's okay." Someone observant could notice the irritation still flickering behind his fake smile. I hate fake people... But I can't get caught here too much longer with everyone making a fuss. And with that, he hurriedly walked out of the room, leaving all of the women to glare menacingly at Elizabeth. The infirmary wasn't too far away, and he could get taped up and be with Emily soon enough. This really fucking hurts... I hate lazy bitches like her most of all...