*Avi POV*

"Avi! Come on! Do you want me to drop you at school or not?" Esther yelled up the stairs, waking me up. I rub my eyes as they adjust to the morning light before pulling my covers up over my head. I haven't gotten out of bed for the last week except to eat and go to the toilet and I'm not planning on breaking that tradition any time soon, especially for school.

"Come on, Avi! We have to go or you're walking to school!" Great, if she thinks I'm walking, maybe she'll leave me alone to sleep. I groan as the door creaks open.

"Change of plans, I'm driving you to school no matter what so hurry up, I'm busy!"

"Why should I bother?" I mumble rhetorically, half to myself. "Everyone there hates me anyway," I mutter, but not quietly enough because I feel my bed lower as Esther sits down beside me.

"No, they don't," she attempts to assure me. Esther and I have always gotten along pretty well, except for the fact that she doesn't understand what I go through at school at all. When she was in school, Esther was popular. People liked her. She actually had friends. Unlike me. I've never had friends, just bullies. It's the Esther's of my year group. The only difference is that they're all evil. Popular. Pretty. Perfect.

I'm just the geek. The nerd. The outcast. "Yes, Esther, they do," I assure her, because it's true.

"No, they don't," she tries to argue with me. "Anyway, I'm not going away, so you'd better get up." Seeing me obviously upset made Esther's face soften. "Come on, it can't be as bad as last year, plus they'll probably have forgotten about you by now, so why don't you give it a chance?" I hate seeing Esther upset, so I reluctantly roll out of bed and straight onto the floor. I kick my sister out so I can get changed for the first time in a while, and end up deciding on black jeans and a black hoodie. Esther's probably going to tell me off for wearing all black because she hates it when I do this, but hey, at least I'm going.

As Esther pulls up in front of my school, I'm already beginning to have second thoughts about my decision to come today, but I still step out of the car and towards the school, just for Esther. The second I step in the door of the school, I see it, the terrible trio. Kirstie Maldonado is definitely the Esther of my year. Perfect grades. Perfect looks. Perfect friends. Scott is the least evil of the three, he doesn't beat people up like Jeremy, or put people down like Kirstie. Ah, Jeremy. My arch-nemesis of so many years. Ever since middle school, he's beaten me up for being a 'nerd' or a 'geek', or even because my voice is 'too low' or my hair is 'too long'.

As they walk towards me, I lower my head and try to sneak past them, but to no avail.

"Avi! Long time no see!" Jeremy snarled, shoving me in the shoulder when I didn't look up. I stumble to the side a little before looking up and making eye contact with my tormentor.

"Jeremy. You know, I was just going to get my schedule..." I say, attempting to duck around Jeremy.

"I don't think so," Jeremy steps in front of me so I can't leave. I turn around quickly in an attempt to escape, but Jeremy nods at Scott and he steps in front of me again so I can't escape.

Not again.

All I want is to survive the rest of high school, and Kirstie and her goons are making it extremely difficult for me. I look around and see Mitch and Kevin, two of Jeremy's other victims, and they give me sympathetic smiles. We're mostly friends just because there's safety in numbers. We just have to watch each other get beaten up every so often, because we know there's nothing we can do.

"You never listen, do you?" Jeremy asks. When I don't respond, he shoves me again, and I stumble back into Scott, who pushes me back to my original position. "Do you?" He repeats again. I shake my head meekly, feeling tears begin to form behind my eyes.

No. Don't cry, I tell myself. You can't look weak in front of them.

I gulp nervously and look up at Jeremy again. "I told you to cut your hair," Jeremy reminds me, for possibly the hundredth time. I look over at Kirstie, and I'm surprised to see her looking down at the floor as opposed to her usual laughing at me.

Before I can look back, a fist comes flying into my face. Jeremy. I stumble back, finding that Scott must have moved sometime when I fall back onto the hard floor. I turn quickly, covering my now bleeding nose with my hand, and I walk quickly down the hall. I feel slightly bad because I let Esther down, but she'll have to live. I can't be here.

I hear footsteps behind me as I run out of the school, but I don't turn back. Rounding the corner to the back of the school, I collapse on the floor with my back against the wall. I hang my head in my hands and finally let my tears flow free.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and a sickeningly familiar voice says my name. "Avi," I look up and see Kirstie unlike I've ever seen her before. Her face is red and blotchy, her make-up running in lines down her face. My anger and hatred towards her fades in an instant as I see the state she's in. "Avi," she repeats, her voice cracking.

"I'm so sorry," she says, her voice just above a whisper. "I didn't know he was going to-"

"Stop. Just stop," I cut her off. "Why are you pretending to care?"

"I'm not pretending,"

"Then why are you here? Why now? Why didn't you care last year? Or the year before?" I was cut off by a small sob. I turned to see tears streaming down Kirstie's face once again. Great, well now I feel bad.

"J-Jeremy h-hit me y-yesterday," Kirstie chokes out. I could tell by her reaction that it was probably the first time he had hit her. "H-he's never d-done t-that before," she sniffled. If I felt bad before, I now feel terrible.

"Here," I offered, holding out my hand to her, "Why don't you come over to my house and we can have a two-man pity party?" Why am I even offering this? I don't know. She nods meekly and helps me up. I start walking towards the car park when I remembered that Esther dropped me off this morning.

"Umm, I don't have my car here..." I trail off.

"Don't worry, I'll drive you," Kirstie replies, now much more cheerful than before. I follow her through the parking lot until we stop in front of a really fancy expensive-looking car.

"This is yours?" I ask, dumbfounded. She nods shyly and climbs into the driver's seat, and I take that as my cue to get into the passenger side.

The car ride on the way to my house is silent except for my directions and some small talk. I spend most of the time regretting my decision of letting her come here. I probably look so poor compared to her. Then again, she looks much happier than before, so I guess that's a good thing.

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