I dropped my binder.
By being tripped, making me crash onto the floor, scattering all of my homework and notes on the hallway floor.
I swear I'm not the clumsy type. I have never broken a dish before in my life. It was really because a foot that was in my way while I was trying to find some homework in my binder, was the reason I tripped. I tried to ignore the laughter and comments of me as I crawled around the floor trying to pick up my stuff. People passing by kicked it farther away from me and walked over it leaving their shoe prints. It was barely a week of school here in Dartwell High, home of the dragons, and I'm already bullied. As I reached for my A+ English project I worked so hard on, a shoe was placed on top of it.
"Why hello there, Nerdy Naomi," he said with a smirk.
I gritted my teeth, my papers crumpling in my clenched fists. "Hello, Raymond."
His hand grabbed my collar, forcing me to stand up. Then he pinned me to the lockers, making me drop my binder and everything in it once again.
I smirked. "What's wrong Raymond, you still hate the name your mommy gave you?" I cooed at him.
He glared at me, and lifted me off the ground with my collar. This only let me stare into his cold, brown eyes.
"I never knew this is how you lift a girl off her feet like this."
He came closer to me, inches away from my face. My brown eyes looked through my glasses and onto his own. "Yeah sure, if I can even call you a girl."
At the final word, Raymond suddenly let go of my collar and made me crash on the floor, landing on my butt. I winced in pain, landed right on the coccyx. I did my best to stand up, but he knocked me on the ground again with his foot.
"Gee Raymond, you sure know how to knock a girl off her feet."
He didn't reply.
I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Can't come up with any comebacks lately, Raymond?"
"Shut up Naomi. Just be sure to stay where you are," he growled at me lowly before adding, "At the bottom." With that, he left to rejoin his friends, laughing along with him.
I sat there on the floor. People passed by whispered and giggled at me and my state. They kicked, stepped and even picked up my papers just to rip them to shreds. I knew what they were doing with my papers is what they wished they were doing with me.
I quickly went back to focus and picked up everything again. This time I put my binder in my backpack and walked through the hallway. I was shoved at walls, pushed around, and almost tripped by other foots that magically got in my way as I walked down the hall. When I reached my locker, I removed the Kick Me sign off my back and threw it into my locker. I heard "boo's" and "aw's" from a group of guys who must have put the paper on my back.
This is the average day of Naomi Lorraine also known as Nerdy Naomi. The 17 year old nerdy good girl with straight A's, a poor wardrobe and always at school. The perfect victim to bully when you feel blue or so angry you want to hurt someone, they all just come to me. And what do I do? I let it come at me. I don't try to tell anyone about it. My parents or teachers won't solve anything. They might even make it worse. And I have no friends. I mean come on. Who would want to be friends with me just to lower their social status?
Honestly, I don't know what I did to make this happen to me. I'm just an average looking girl, at my own eyes at east. People are always caring what they look like, while I'm too busy caring about my grades. I felt that if I didn't care about my looks, it won't matter. Yet it did matter, why else am I still bullied?
Maybe it's because something is just plain wrong with me. It's because of that, that I've been bullied for so many years that I'm grown hostile with anyone, everyone. How can you trust anyone when everyone has treated you like a piece of bland gum stuck at the bottom of a shoe your whole life- disgusting, annoying, and unwanted.
The bell rang for fifth period, AP chemistry. I sighed, a great way for people to "accidentally" pour dangerous chemicals on me. Everyone already left the halls as I exchange my books. I'm probably the only one left. Even though I'm late, at least no one would pick on me on the way to chemistry. I headed to class and took a sharp corner to only crash into someone, knocking me to the ground a second time.
I groaned. "Thanks so much."
I looked up and saw I bumped into Bennett Frazier. He's a new transfer student, coming to the school only a few days ago along with two other guys. Transfer students are pretty rare, everyone in school have known each other since middle school, some even all the way to elementary school. When he bumped into me, he was startled with his blue eyes widening in surprise, but then put on a blank face when he saw it was me.
"Sorry. I didn't see you there," he told me in a blank tone, making me suspect he was being sarcastic.
I glared at him. "Sure you didn't."
Bennett blinked. "No really-"
"You know, just because people pretend I'm invisible, doesn't mean I'm going to act like it."
He recoiled. "Wait I-"
"And just so you would know," I continued. "Just because you have a higher social status than I do, doesn't mean that you can just walk over me."
"I don't even know what you're-"
I cut him off. "Whatever," I snapped. "I'm already late to class because of you."
I quickly got up from the ground, the second time I had to today. I bent down to pick up my binder, and he reached down to do the same.
"Here, let me-"
I grabbed my binder before he could and glared at him. "I didn't ask for you help," I snapped, making him flinch at my harsh voice.
I quickly got up to my feet then shoved past him for good measure before walking away.
Quite a good first impression, don't you think?
You'd probably think why I'm so hostile to someone I just met. No, maybe I should've given him a chance and he'd be really nice to me, be my friend, just to lead me on and bully me like the rest of them. One too many times I fell for the joke for people with nothing better to do than mess with someone and "pretend" to be their friend. So instead of watching as he picked up my binder for me and then throw it behind his shoulder to then watch all of it's contents scatter into the air, I'd want to go to class, thank you very much.
I arrived to class which was in chaos. Kids were out of their seats, talking as loud as they can, using their phones, chewing gum to then just stick it under the table or on my seat. When I came in, they all ignored me. Thankful for this, I sat down on my seat. My lab partner groaned at the sight of me.
"Right back at you," I growled at him.
Mr. Ford, my AP chemistry teacher cleared his throat, though it was useless since everyone continued to talk. But despite the fact, he talked. "Class, we'll be having a seat change. You don't have to sit alphabetical order anymore. But I'll be choosing your partners which you'll be going to have for the rest of the year."
Some kids cheered, and some groaned at the sudden thought of having to sit next to me. My lab partner pumped his fist into the air.
"Freedom baby!"
"First," The teacher said, looking down at a piece of paper where he wrote down all the names of the new partners, "Lorraine and Wallace, go to table one."
I got up from my seat and sat at the desk near the window. Jordan Wallace, another one of the new transfer students. He looked up at me when I was walking towards the table. He gave me a big smile, probably doing his best to hide a frown instead. He had these mischievous eyes I know those eyes all too well from the bullies who pulled countless of pranks on me. I plopped down onto my seat, deciding to ignore him while the moment of peace lasts before he pranks me.
He held out his hand to me as if he either wanted me to shake it or he wanted to slap me with it- it's most likely the latter.
"Hey, the name's Jordan."
I gave a small glance at him. Is he actually being nice to me? What will he do? Give me false hope that we'll be friends then pull his infamous pranks on me like Bennett was going to do? So instead, I looked back at the board.
"Naomi," I muttered.
"You're dirty?" He asked in confusion.
I turned to glare at him. "It's Naomi," I corrected.
He grinned from ear to ear. "Well, I couldn't hear what you said, so I thought you said dirty. You don't seem like the type though."
"Why would I say that?" I asked in disbelief.
He shrugged innocently. "Beats me. You shouldn't mumble."
"Well you should get a hearing aid," I retorted back.
He raised an eyebrow. "Wow, feisty."
I opened my mouth for another comeback but Mr. Ford cut me off.
"For today's lesson, we'll be mixing different solutions and watching their reactions."
"I know my reaction for this class," Jordan announced.
The whole class turned to him then he dramatically yawned.
"Boring!" He exclaimed.
That got a few laughs, even Mr. Ford managed to chuckle. Jordan looked at me, and looked disappointed to see I didn't even smile.
"What do you have, botox?" Jordan asked. "If you can't show an expression, blink twice."
"That was so funny, I forgot to laugh," I said with a blank face.
As everyone started to talk among themselves with gossips, I started on the classwork. I quickly jot down notes and formulas needed for the experiment we will be doing. But I suddenly stopped and looked up to see Jordan watching me.
We just awkwardly stared at each other.
He scratched his head, his shaggy dirty-blonde hair shaking at he did. "So I take it you're not the sociable type?"
I scoffed and returned to writing. "I am, but others just choose not to socialize with me."
He chuckled akwardly. "That's kinda sad."
"I don't need your pity." I snapped.
"Didn't think you did."
I stiffened, pausing at the middle of a formula. What did he mean by-
"Yo teach, when will we get this party started?" Jordan called out.
Mr. Ford sighed. "Soon, Mr. Wallace, soon."
"Patience is a virtue," I mumbled to myself.
Jordan blinked. "What does pa-tience mean?" He asked as he cocked his head to the side.
For some unknown reason, I managed a small smile. Causing Jordan to give me another grin. It's so contagious I had to fight back.
"There you go," he said, winking me with a green eye. "I knew you weren't a robot."
I blinked. "Excuse me? A robot?"
"Yeah, you know. Why is that human leaking?" He said in a robotic voice as he waved his arms like a robot.
I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Why is he doing this? Why does he try his best to make someone like me laugh?
Jordan laughed, and playfully punched me in the arm. "There you go. Being stuck with a serious partner would make it a pretty boring year, you know?"
"And you don't care who I am?"
"What do you mean by that?" He asked.
I didn't know if he was joking this time or not. I opened my mouth to reply, but Mr. Ford cleared his throat. Once again cutting me off. The nerve teachers have these days.
The rest of the class, we had to do some worksheets. From time to time, Jordan would make a big show of asking the teacher for help when he clearly didn't need it. Then he would make long glances at my work, making me cover my paper with my sleeve. He should get his grades on his own. When class was dismissed, I quickly packed up my things and left the room. Jordan seemed to try so hard to befriend me, and even if his motives are good, I can't let him do that. It's best not to ruin his reputation because of me. Even I can be surprised by my compassionate side.
But Jordan was either really oblivious of the fact, or just didn't care.
"Hey Naomi!" Jordan called out as he pushed other kids out of his way. "Wait up! Let me walk you to class!"
There were a few gasps here and there at kids who just heard what he said. Fingers were pointed and snickers were shared at the two of us. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen. I blended into the crowd, and ran as fast as I could out of Jordan's sight.
Stay away from me. For the both of us.
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My last class of the day was P.E, physical education, or what I like to call it, public embarrassment . I didn't know whether to be proud of the fact that I survived another day of school, or terrified that it was time for P.E.
P.E is the perfect place where my so called "imperfections" could be pointed out in the locker room. The perfect way for "accidents" could be made when people "accidentally" trip me or someone "accidentally" throws a ball in the wrong direction and it comes flying out of nowhere at me. Five points for the feet, bonus if I fall, ten points for her torso, bonus if there's a bruise, and fifty points for a head shot, bonus if I gets a concussion.
Yeah, P.E sure is my favorite subject.
I grabbed my clothes from my locker, ignoring the snickers behind me, and changed in the bathroom where no one could make fun of me. Then I escaped the locker room and headed to my class. Everyone was in their own small groups, talking to each other. But when I came to to the field, everyone just stared at me with disgust. I was getting pretty used to this, so I ignored them and sat down in my roll call order. Soon, Ms. Ramos blew her whistle, causing everyone to jump. And in panic, everyone quickly ran to their roll call order as well.
Ms. Ramos is the strictest P.E teacher you'd ever meet, as if you'd want to. If you don't do so much as a 90 degree angle when you do a push up, she'll make you do laps until your feet bleed. Just ask Manuel Price. He hasn't come back to school after the marathon Ms. Ramos made him do when he had the nerve to chew gum in her class.
"Listen up," Ms. Ramos said, glaring at each and every one of us. "Today we'll be doing some soccer practices."
Everyone immediately started to talk to their friends that they want to partner up with. But Ms. Ramos's whistle made them all shut up.
"Don't think you'll be getting to choose you partners," she sneered. "Your names will."
Everyone groaned, looking at the kids in front and behind them. Some were happy, and some were not. The guy in front of me who's supposed to be my partner looked like he'd rather die.
"Oh, for the love of-"
"Nice to meet you too," I snapped.
Perfect, he doesn't even look athletic at all. Maybe even a fellow nerd with glasses smacked at the middle of his face. The whole time he'll be tripping over his feet, staying away from both me and the ball. Oh, how it wounds me that even fellow nerds have a higher social status than me.
"Two teams will verse each other." Ms. Ramos explained. "The team behind you will be your opponent."
We all got up and followed Ms. Ramos's instructions. She randomly picked a letter and picked the first two teams from there. And luckily enough, L was the random letter she chose. My partner, who I now know as Daniel Lee, and I walked over to the field.
"Stay out of my way," I simply told him. "You'll only be in the way."
"Likewise," he said, boring holes into my head with his glare.
Everyone started towards the edge of the field behind the white line or else they would do ten laps around the track as Ms. Ramos had threatened. The team who will verse us bound towards the us onto the field. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, it was Declan Lynch. The last of the new transfer students for the school year. He seemed the most athletic, you could see the muscles from all the way at the other side of the field. I looked back at the bleachers to see girls fanning themselves with their hands, and it certainly wasn't from the sun. It's rumored he's good with all sports, but those are just rumors. He could be just as bad as Daniel Lee here.
I turned to my partner, Daniel and he just stood there frozen it what seems to be fear.
"It's D-Declan Lynch," he stuttered.
"Yeah, he does have the same letter last name as us you know."
"I-I think I just wet myself." He muttered, weakly.
I jumped away from him. "Are you serious?" My eyes automatically went down to his P.E shorts that was forming a large wet stain on his crotch. On the ground was a puddle of his... well you know, I don't want to remember the memory.
"Ugh," I groaned, not believing what I was watching.
Everyone in the field could see what was happening and had the same reply. People either stepped back in disgust or step closer to see. My hand covered my nose. I swear, you could actually smell it from here. How could someone actually wet themselves for this Declan guy?
Ms. Ramos's face twisted in disgust. "Lee, ten points off! Now go to the nurse! You're a disgrace to men!"
Daniel looked like he was on the verge of tears, and only was able to nod slightly. He then whimpered away, running to the main building.
"That was probably the most hilarious thing I ever seen!" Declan's partner, Keith Lowry, exclaimed. He held up a high five to Declan who didn't even glance at him.
Keith awkwardly dropped his hand and dug into his pocket. I heard a crumple of plastic and watched in horror as Keith sneaked a chip into his mouth.
Oh, he's got a death wish.
"Lowry!" Ms. Ramos exclaimed.
Keith Lowry jumped at the sound of his name.
"Yesh-" He covered his mouth and swallowed. "I mean yes?"
Ms. Ramos took a deep breath. "What was that you just swallowed?"
Keith chuckled nervously. "My saliva?"
"Turn your pockets inside out, Lowry!" She ordered.
Keith obeyed and dropped the bag of chips on to the floor.
"Give me twenty laps around the school, and five more just for littering on my damn field!" Ms. Ramos hollered.
"What?" Keith asked, taking a step back.
"Do no make me repeat myself, Lowry," she warned.
"Y-yes sir, er, m'am."
"You little piece of-" Declan caught himself as he took a step towards Keith.
Keith took a step back. "Whoa, whoa bro. I only got a little hungry."
"I saw you at lunch getting yourself seconds," Declan growled, his eyes looking menacingly. "And you're still hungry?"
"I-I wasn't getting seconds. I was getting it for a friend!"
"Are you calling me a liar? 'Cause I was sure I saw you eating that lunch for your so call friend."
"W-what, I-I mean um-"
"You're causing me a grade, Lowry."
"I-I'm sorry," Keith said weakly.
Declan cracked his knuckles. "Parking lot. After school," was all he said.
Keith nodded and took off running. But he came back to pick up his bag of chips, threw it into the trashcan. Then he ran off like he was in the Olympics.
Ms. Ramos was pinching the bridge of her nose, and flipping through her clipboard.
"Lorraine! Lynch!" She announced. "Due to your stupid partners, you two will have to team up."
The two of us automatically looked at each other. I watched as he checked out me, and I bet judging a book by it's cover. Not a good choice.
I walked over to his side and waited as Ms. Ramos was picking another team to verse us. In boredom, I watched as she scanned the bleachers, looking for the best team for us that won't piss themselves because of Declan.
He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Can you kick?"
"Excuse me?"
"Can you kick a ball?"
"Can I kick your balls?" I retorted.
Declan took a step back. "Okay, let me rephrase that. Are you good at soccer?"
I snorted, but didn't reply.
"You didn't answer me."
"Don't need to." I simply said.
"What do you mean by that?"
I looked at him. "Look, just because I'm a nerd doesn't mean I'm not athletic. There's no such thing as a girl's soccer or basketball team in this school. I'm probably the most athletic girl this school's got. So, you'd better shut up and let me handle this."
Now it was his turn to say it. "Excuse me?"
"Well, you just recently changed into this class-" rumor was if that the teacher was so scared of him that he had him transfer to another class "-So I have no idea what your skills or your experience in this. The rumors could just be a lie, after all they are just rumors."
His brown eyes narrowed down at me. "Who said they were rumors?"
"Sanchez! Simpson!" Ms. Ramos ordered. "Get to field or else drop and give me twenty."
The two of them looked like they rather give her twenty. But they knew its best not to piss off Ms. Ramos any more and jogged over to the field. David Sanchez and Marco Simpson are the most athletic boys in my class. So I was pretty surprised when I saw they were trembling at the sight of Declan.
"At least Nerdy Naomi is his partner." Marco said weakly.
"Yeah, the guy's got a huge disadvantage." David agreed.
I scoffed but ignored their comments.
"Nerdy Naomi," Declan muttered to himself. "A disadvantage they say? We'll see about that."
Ms. Ramos walked over to the middle of the field and placed the soccer ball on the grass. I usually play soccer at my backyard. Playing here by myself or while others are near me is dangerous. Someone might "accidentally" throw a football at me or kick a soccer ball at me. I had my share of bruises that I have to make up new excuses when explaining it to the nurse or my parents.
"Well you all know the rules, except you guys have been living under a rock all your pitiful lives," Ms. Ramos said. "Whoever wins, wins. It's only if I'm satisfied by the scores will I end the game. It could go up to 56-81 and I would still make you play past your bedtimes. Any questions?"
Marco raised his hand. "Can we take bathroom breaks. Cause I drank some Gatorade an hour ago, and I don't think I can hold it for as long as midnight."
"Simpson, shut up."
Marco gulped. "Yes ma'am." David punched Marco on the shoulder, giving him a look to not take his chances.
Then Ms. Ramos walked out of the field. All of the other kids took their seats on the bleachers under the blazing sun. Keith passed the bleachers and slowed a bit to watch the game that was starting. But Ms. Ramos yelled at him and he ran faster than before.
Declan came up before the ball as I took his right. Marco and David were talking to each other, telling the other to verse Declan. Finally David gave in and walked over before the ball. The four of us stared at each other, trying to intimidating the other. But Marco and David didn't even glance at me, their eyes were on Declan. But Declan wasn't going down, he just glared at them until both of them looked down to their feet in defeat.
The thing was that I moved to a new P.E class since I had to change to a new one just a few days since school started. I was having to many "accidents" that they had me change up my schedule into this class. So no one knows of my athletic skill since they underestimate me just because I'm a nerd.
Ms. Ramos's ear-piercing whistle rang throughout the field. The kids nearest to her, covered their ears with their hands and crouched down for cover.
Time to show them what I'm made of.
I don't what made him to do it. Either he found that he couldn't handle two guys at once. Or for some unknown reason, he accidentally passed me the ball. Of course I was ready for it even though it took my by surprise. I thought he would challenge them and fight the ball past them. But he passed it to me, he trusted me. Our eyes met and I knew what they said.
Prove it.
The guys were surprised by the pass. They looked at Declan like he grew extra arms. I used the confusion to my advantage and passed them, dribbling the ball. They figured out what just happened and charged towards me. I bit back a grin, they'd have a better chance stealing the ball from Declan. David shot under me, and I jumped over his leg as it slid on the grass to get the ball, taking the ball up the air with me. Then Marco jumped in front of me, trying to steal the ball from me. I twirled around him with the ball at my feet, then passed it to the open Declan.
Big mistake to leave Declan unguarded.
He grinned when he got the ball and ran towards the unguarded net. David and Marco looked dazed, not sure what just happened. Just a second ago they were inches close to the ball, and now Declan had the ball. I just kicked their asses when I was just kicking the ball.
Declan scored the goal and everyone in the bleachers was silent. They weren't staring at Declan who made a goal. They stared at me. Nerdy Naomi. The girl who dared to challenge two of the most athletic guys in the school. And danced around them with the ball like it was nothing.
I absolutely loved it.
We went back to the middle of the field. Marco and David were already short of breath, their faces glistening in sweat. But Declan and I barely worked off a sweat, looking like we didn't do anything. This time I stood in front of the ball and Marco and David weren't looking at Declan this time. Their eyes were right on me, glaring like lasers would shoot out of them.
Ms. Ramos blew her whistle and I passed it to Declan. Both of the guys were ready and charged to Delcan, leaving me open. Declan smirked when he saw that the guys were challenging them. He ran towards them, daring them to steal the ball from him. Both of them tried to steal the ball from him at once. I wanted to call them off, two against one. But then I realize the same thing happened to me, so I watched. Declan kicked the ball into the air behind his back. Then he jumped over the guys, using his hand to help him flip over the ground with a backflip. Then he landed back on his feet and started back to running, the feet landing on the ground right in front of him.
I couldn't help but blink, dumbfounded. I guess those weren't rumors after all. David shook away from the daze bound towards Declan. But he still had more tricks up his sleeve. He juked the ball from David, playing with him as he tried to steal the ball from him. Then Marco came up from behind, but Declan maneuvered the ball from them and shot it to me. I easily trapped the ball and ran towards the goal.
As Marco was left to guard Declan from helping me, David ran after me. But he knew he wouldn't reach me in time to steal the ball from me. Not that he would be able to. So instead he ran towards the goal to block my shot. I smirked, as if that's going to help. I kicked the ball into the air, spotted a blind spot and shot it. Sure enough, the ball flew past David, landing into the net.
No one cheered, the bleachers were silent once again. Everyone was speechless on what just happened. Then I heard whispers like the guys were going easy on me, or took steroids or something. Maybe even used my nerd powers and found the formula to maneuver a ball from a player and shoot it. Formula my ass.
"You little cheat!"
A huge force pushed me and suddenly I found myself on the ground. I lied there a bit daze, my head spinning on what just happened. I looked up and saw that it was David who pushed me onto the floor. His face was twisted in anger, his eyes had a look of disgust in them. This time the kids in the bleachers cheered. Before I would have cried at how much I was hated by my classmates. But now I'm used to it, and I just let what happened next.
I felt a blow in my stomach. I groaned and curled into a ball, whimpering in pain. David kicked me in the stomach again, this time much harder. The kids were on their feet, hooting and laughing at this scene. Ms. Ramos for once didn't know what to do. She blew her whistle. Maybe to shut the kids up, or to stop David. Either way it didn't work.
I shielded my hands to block another kick, then grabbed his foot just at it became inches to my stomach. He yelled at me to let go then managed to flip me onto my back and stomped onto my stomach. I let out a cry at the blow.
I knew he would get bored of me after a few more kicks, his anger died down for today. Probably going to get back at me tomorrow. Then everyone would leave me, laughing at my pain and suffering. So I just lied there, watching as he pulled back his foot for another kick.
But just as he was about to kick me once more, someone jumped on David. I heard grunts and punches as the kids from the bleachers booed. I slightly looked up, clutching my stomach to see what had happened.
Declan was beating David up. He straddled on him, giving him punch after punch. That's when I saw blood flying out of David's mouth. He was too weak to try to defend himself, maybe he was already unconscious.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Declan exclaimed. "Kicking a girl! Don't you have any shame?!"
I blinked, what is happening? Is he, is he standing up for me?
"S-stop," I told him. "W-will make it worst. Stop."
I watched as Marco tried to pry Declan, but was only knocked off the ground. Finally Declan calmed down and got up from the floor. David lied motionless on the ground, Declan was breathing heavily after using David as a punching bag. Marco got off the ground and began to drag his friend to the nurse's office.
"Declan you freak, siding with that nerd." Marco hissed. "I thought you were cooler than that."
"What did you say, punk?" Declan growled, taking a step forward to him, his fists clenching.
Marco didn't reply as two other guys came to his aid. They carried David off the field, towards the nurse's office. The school bell rang, telling everyone that the day is done, school is over. Ms. Rhodes just left back to her office, not giving me a second glance. All of the kids went to the locker rooms to change, asking each other what just happened. Some others laughing at my state.
I set my head back on the ground, looking at a patch of grass in front of my eyes. Then a shoe was in front of me and I saw Declan looking down at me. He held out his hand to help me up. I looked at the hand, then at him, and then back at the hand. Something was really wrong with him.
"Hey, you okay? Here, let me help you up. I don't think the ground looks very comfortable."
I didn't reply and looked back at the ground. Slowly, I curled myself more into a ball.
"Leave me alone."
He blinked. "What?"
"I said leave me alone. Go away, I don't need your help."
Declan narrowed his eyes at me. "This guy was kicking you in the stomach even though you're a girl, and I just beat him up for you. The least I can get is a thanks."
"Thanks," I said, "For wasting your time and energy on me."
"Is it because of your pride I can't get a decent thanks?"
I forced out a laugh. "Pride? What pride? I lost that years ago. It's not like you beating up will make it any better," I snapped, putting my hand over my face to cover myself up in the shame. "He'll just get me back the next day, and the day after that. You just made things worse."
He didn't say anything.
"Just do me a favor and just go," I said quieter, my voice cracked.
There was a slight hesitation, and he didn't move until-
"Fine. Whatever."
Then I heard as his footsteps trailed away from me. It's better this way. If he kept on defending me, it'll just make things worse for him. His social status was dropping by the minute every pass he gave me. Every punch he gave the guy. Every second he was next to me. But even if he knew that, he still helped me. Defended me.
I lied there in the dry, green grass, motionless. There was a small wind that blew my hair off my face. I tried to blink back the tears, but for once they weren't listening. I choked back a sob and lied there alone.
Like I'll always be.
I slowly sat up, then got off the ground. I took a step, then recoiled. I clutched my stomach, it still sore from those number of kicks. I couldn't blame it. David is the most athletic kid in school with good reason.
The school was pretty empty, the only ones still here are probably some staff and kids who stay here for after school. No way I'd want to run into them at this state. I tried to avoid the popular areas and headed towards my locker.
It was then I realized I was still in my P.E clothes. The locker room is probably closed by now, I guess I'll have to bring this home, and get my other clothes back tomorrow. I opened my locker and took out my backpack.
My parents might be wondering where I am. I'll just have to make up the excuse that I stayed in the school library to do my homework. And if they want proof, I already finished my homework for the whole week in class on the first day of school.
Yup, call me a nerd.
Then I took out my calculus book to do some practice work, because I got a B on a math test. And I'm not letting that slide that easily. Just as I was taking out my book, a piece of paper fell from my locker. I narrowed my eyes at it. What is this? A death threat? A note of how much of a nerd I am? (I don't see the point, given I already know) Or maybe someone asking me to meet up with them, and I unknowingly walk to the football team who are waiting for me with an army of water balloons? Yeah, that was sure a really fun way to spend my Friday.
I picked up the note, a simple piece of paper folded in half. At the front, my name was written in sharpie. Why is it just my name? Where was the nerdy part of Nerdy Naomi? Or other nicknames like freak, geek, and so on and so forth. I opened the letter and found just one sentence, with only three signatures written under it.
And the thing was. It wasn't a death threat. It wasn't a list of my imperfections. It wasn't a false meet up. It was something that I later found out will change my life.
Meet us in Starbucks tomorrow at noon.
-The Three Musketeers:
Bennett, Jordan, and Declan
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