Stupid school, stupid math, stupid lesson, stupid students.
True, I am a nerd, but a nerd's got to have a lesson they hate. And that's Maths. Why? I don't know. I mean, I am good at maths, but it's just not the brightest lesson...
"London." Mr Jenson calls out. "Twenty-three." I speak out, arms laid on the table. "And that, London, is correct." He says before returning back to asking other people questions.
"Aye, nerd" Someone hits my head with a paper ball. I ignore the ball, looking down at my twiddling thumbs. "Nerd" He calls again, throwing another paper ball. I quirk my head to the side, raising an eyebrow. Okay, maybe being hit my a ball by a gorgeous guy isn't too bad. "Can you do my homework?" He asks. Okay, he's dead to me.
No one ever talked to me. I mean, unless they're asking for me to do their homework. Apart from that, no one has ever bullied me. Mostly because they'll know what they'll get if they do bully me. And if you ever try talking bad about me in my face, I bite back. No hesitation.
I turn my head back to the front, rolling my eyes and flipping him off with my middle finger. The school bell rings moments later and I pack my things, walking out my classroom.
LUNCH TIME, BITCHES.
I pace out to the cafeteria but a hand grabs my shoulder, making my body to face the person's direction. "What's your problem?" I push the person's hand from my shoulder. "Nothing. It's just that no one ever flips me off, nerd." The same guy in maths, says in an angry tone. Oh god, I'm dead. The guy I flipped off is the popular, hot jock. Daniel Coleman. He always uses violence as a way to solve his problems. "And I always get what I want. So if I want you to do my homework, then you do it." He throws his homework to the ground in front of me.
"Pfft, what is this? You're getting all mad just because you can't do your own work and accept the fact that not everything you say goes?" Shit, I should really shut my mouth. The crowd "ooh"s and laughs. Wait, Crowd? Since when?
"You're dead, nerd." He clenches his jaw and fists. Yes, I'm definitely dead. "Why? Because I won't follow what you say?" I stick my tongue out, backing away slowly then quickly try pushing my way out of the crowd to the cafeteria.
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Here I am, in a toilet stall eating my food. What a great lunch. I try eating my pudding but end up making it fall. You know what? I give up. I throw my food into the bin, going out the stall and having my own little party. My arms do little movements as my legs move to the beat of the music. "London?" A girl calls out my name and I quickly turn off the music and stop dancing. "Uh... Why are you here?" I ask. "I just needa pee." The girl goes into a stall.
How'd she know my name?
"You're the girl who roasted Daniel, right?" She asks after going out the stall. "Um, yeah." I shrug. "I'm Rose. My friends are being bitches right now, so..." Rose trails off. I nod. "So, what's your next class?" She asks. "Free period" I answer and my face brightens up at the thought of me in front of my locker, eating away my feelings. "Oh, lucky. I have English with mrs Vally." She groans. "Okay, i'll be going now, bye, see ya later." She walls out after touching up here make up.
That was weird...
- - -
Shit, now I've gotta avoid Daniel for the whole day. Maybe days. Or weeks. Or months. Other wise he'll legit kill me. Mentally.
It's the next day and I'm wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a black hoodie. Daniel will never notice me in this. I'm 100% sure he won't. "Isn't that the nerd who roasted you?" A guy says. Daniel turns his head quickly to look at me and walks to me angrily. I shut my locker and speed walk to the girl's toilet, but instead I see the janitor's closet so I go into it, hoping he won't find me here.
I hear Daniel's footsteps stop right in front of the closet and I hold my breath.
"Were you hiding from me, nerd?" The janitor's closet door bursts open, revealing a very angry Daniel. "Uh, no..." I tried sounding more confident but failed. "So pathetic." He laughs out loud, taking a step forward and closing the space between us. I fucking hate this guy. I just want him to get off me. "I know that you hate me. That you want me to just get off you. But I won't. I'll annoy the shit out of you. Even if I'll have to do something I wouldn't want to do. I'll annoy you till the day we graduate. Just watch out." He attaches his lips to mine but I gag, kicking him where the sun doesn't shine and run out of the janitor's closet. Now I'm going to be twice as dead.
author's note
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