What If...?

Hello! To those who don't know, this is my first story in English and I never expected it to get so popular. I want to thank you LaLaLa95 for editing this story and tianajade for the cover! Also, this story got into Watty Awards 2011 round two. Thank you so much who read the story, voted and commented. It means so much to me.

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Alice was shocked.
 
She was shocked by the news, shocked by the rumors about her that had been spread around the school. They all were lies... most of them. Yesterday everything was fine and now... now her life was a complete mess. People knew about it now and there was no way they were going to let it go.

'Who found out?' She thought.

'Who found out?' She thought again, this time more desperately. She kept repeating the same thing over and over in her head, but she could never come up with an answer. Who would be cruel enough to find out and then tell the whole entire school?

She looked at Britney, the head cheerleader. She was standing next to Lucas with a smirk that was as fake and mean as the rest of her. Her smirk grew when she saw Alice staring at her. She winked, mocking her. Alice always had crush on Lucas, no matter how much of a jerk he was. Now the whole school knew about it, and everybody were laughing at her. She could hear it around her, she didn't need to turn around and spot anybody. She could also feel the eyes that were burning into her from all directions. It wasn't enough that they were all laughing at her as she stood motionless with embarrassment in the middle of the corridor, they all had to stare too. The mocking laughed seemed to bounce of the walls around them and echo back to her. Everybody was laughing.

Except Lucas. To her surprise, he who was stunned and shocked. He wasn't laughing or pointing or even saying a single word.

But she knew that wasn't the only rumor that had been spread around.

Alice wanted to get out. She was in the centre of attention and she hated it. She hoped with everything she had left in her that somebody would save her, tell others to stop laughing or help her to just get the hell out. She hoped that somebody would drag her away from the people that were staring and yell at them for how they had all treated her.

But nobody helped her.

People thought she was a nerd, the lowest of the school. And who would risk their perfect reputation to help out the nerd? Nobody. Nobody was brave enough. She could see it in some peoples' eyes; they wanted to help her, to get her out of the centre of attention. But they all cared too much about themselves and how it would reflect on them to stop what was happening. Nobody said one nice word, they just kept shouting swear words and insults in her face.

She couldn't take it anymore. She felt tears on her cheek. She tried desperately to wipe them away before the others could see them, but it was too late. Everybody had noticed that the Nerd was crying in the hallway. She didn't expect anybody to help and she was glad that she didn't let herself hope, because the insults just got worse and worse, louder and louder.  
 
She needed to get out of there.
 
Turning on her heel, she ran as fast she could, having to push past people and knock them out the way. People kept blocking her way out, just so she would look even weaker. Eventually she got through everybody, but she just continued running, leaving the string of dirty words behind her. Nobody followed her. Her stomach twisted painfully.

"You should've just punch me, that wouldn't hurt," she whispered to herself. And it was true. A punch to her stomach would have seemed like nothing compared to the tight feeling she was getting now. To be honest, it felt like somebody had dropped a weight into her stomach. It panged painfully every time she took a step.

Nobody cared about her.

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Lucas got out of football practice early because of the sudden weather change. He had mixed feelings about this. As much as he loved football, he had other things on his mind, other things that would have slowed him down and made him a weak to the other guys. He would have been an easy target, and the coach would not have been happy. It was 6PM and it was dark outside. When he stepped out from under the cover, the rain that was pouring down instantly soaked into his clothes. He could hear the thunder rumbling overhead and when he looked up he saw massive grey clouds looming just above him. There was going to be a storm tonight.