I stumbled out of the girls' gym locker, hot and bothered from the extensive heat from being pushed and stuck inside a locker.
Thank God for janitors who go back late.
It is Friday though.
Swinging my bag around one shoulder and arranging my glasses back to its original place, I slicked my auburn hair away from my bright blue eyes, which seemed dull right now, I believe.
Even with my hair cut short, I still feel hot from the unbearable heat in that damned locker.
How did I get into that locker, you may ask?
Alyson Ross.
Well not her specifically, but her two attention-seeking, dim-witted imbeciles of girls: Carine and Brienna.
They had literally grabbed me by the hair and shoved me into an awaiting locker, which had some mold growing at the end of it and cackling at it.
I've been receiving their end of bullying for years now, ever since I've stepped into Riverside High. And I'm telling you, I'm a senior now.
Riverside High is your normal high school, with cliques and everything. I'm the nerd who studies 24/7, and battles with Maine Rosche for the top spot in our school. But we always come tied though.
Back to Alyson, beautiful. Confident. Stunning. And not to mention smart. All the qualities one would wish for in a slim, curvy, with model-like features. The only flaw she has is her personality, which only people with bad luck are able to see.
Alyson Ross has hated me the moment I stepped into school. Why? I have no idea. One moment she's laughing with her friends, and the next, once she spotted me, her laughing features morphed into a bitchy glare which I just raised an eyebrow to.
Perhaps it's my attire. I, for one, wear sweatpants and over-sized t-shirts to school everyday. With my hair, at that time was in a bun, and my huge-rimmed glasses perched on my nose, along with my acne-infested face, its safe to say that not everyone likes me.
I mean, it's only school, not some fancy mansion-school.
Alyson and her two followers has made fun of me, tripped me, upset my lunch making it splash me from head to toe, and spread rumors around of me, not to mention pushing me around like a pushover.
The worst thing? I am a pushover. I made no objection to what they did to me, none.
It has something to do with my lack of confidence when I catch a glimpse of her.
She never fails to make me or other people feel small and ugly.
I hate her.
I hate her and her minions.
I hate how they always bully me.
And I'm so fucking angry!
Back to present, I stormed down the hallways towards the exit hoping it's not raining because I walk back home and I never have a habit of never bringing my umbrella.
Just as I turned around the corner a the left, I saw a group of guys running away. Perhaps mistaking my footsteps for a teacher's.
When I turned my gaze to the floor, I gasped and immediately ran towards the victim.
Brandon and his asshole gang.
Lying on the floor curled up into a ball, who's breath is rapidly flowing in and out, arms raised to protect his head, is a boy.
I dashed towards him and knelt beside him. I shook him.
"Hey, hey, are you okay?" I quickly enquired while shaking his arms.
The boy's head lifted up slowly, his arms falling back down to his sides as his breathing slowed down and looked at me with his bright blue eyes.
Holy moly, that's the prettiest pair of blue eyes I have every seen.
I scanned his face, which is bearing the unfortunate curse we have as teenagers, from his arched eyebrows, down to his straight nose and finally his chiseled jaw.
Maine Rosche.
The guy I have been hopelessly tied for the number one spot in Riverside High.
I could feel his eyes scanning my face as well, eyes widening as he realized who I am.
I dropped my head down to see that his checkered button shirt lifted up slightly, exposing a flat torso, which surprisingly has no abs and a wide range of bruises across it.
It looked pretty lethal to me.
Ouch.
I gently touched it with my forefinger, causing him to wince slightly.
My anger and hatred grew as I remembered what the populars did to me and to Maine.
With my mind whirring suddenly, an idea popped into my mind.
I've always wanted to get back at the populars, just that I lacked the courage and support, seeing as I had zero friends.
Now seeing Maine and I having the same difficulties in life (bullies), I spoke.
"Do you want to get revenge on Brandon?"
He was momentarily shocked at my sudden question, but soon replied with an eyebrow raised. "Why?"
"Because I have a plan. I want to get back at Alyson too. You want in?" I explained.
"But you must promise to never tell anyone about this, " I added in.
He chuckled bitterly at my last statement. "As I have anyone to tell,"
He has no friends.
"But yeah sure, why not? Count me in. " He said, with a determined expression on his face, and I can see the hooded hatred for Brandon in his stunning clear blue eyes.
I grinned.
"Great, um, I'll meet you at the cafe around the corner of the school around 3."
He gently lifted himself up with my aid and shrugged. "Sure. And thanks."
I shrugged myself before replying. "No biggie."
When Maine stood steadily on his two feet, I adjusted the strap of my backpack and turned towards the exit.
As I walked towards the door, I looked back for a second. Maine is staring at me. Amused, I lifted a hand and waved, and shouted. "See you later, nerd!" I grinned.
He chuckled and waved back, his voice echoing through the halls. "See you."
And I walked towards my destination: my house.