Sitting in my room and crying was not how I planned my weekend to go. I didn’t even know him and yet, I knew Jessica. She’s the Queen B**** at our school and she wants Hunter more than anything else, she likes having the attention and she likes having the best-looking guy at school. It’s like he’s some sort of trophy to her. She’s the only girl he’s slept with more than once. So, she thinks that makes them a couple, makes her special in his eyes that she is the only one that he cares about. It doesn’t but, she doesn’t listen. The amount of arguments they have had in the canteen, you would think that is a theatre stage and she’s in the spotlight.
Right now, I’m sitting on my bed in my fluffy PJs to keep me warm and to make me feel more comfortable and cosier. I’m surrounded by tissues and popsicle sticks. What a mess. My nose is all red and blocked while my face is red and blotchy where I have been crying all day, after that incident happened at school, I told the nurse I wasn’t feeling well, and she sent me home. I ran out of there as quick as I could and ran all the way home, which is a full 20 minutes away.
My life sucks, I barely have friends, apart from Lily and I have no life because I can’t go anywhere without being bullied. I’m just glad my mum isn’t here to see me like this, she doesn’t need anything else on her plate what with all the shifts she is taking at the hospital.
Right now, I’m watching The Notebook. It’s such a sad film but, it’s so romantic and beautiful, I just wish that my life was that simple, that I had someone like that who truly cares about me. I wipe my eyes again as more tears leak down my face, I’m such an idiot. I’ve never been interested in boys at school but, I guess because I know what guys really think of me hurts. I scold myself for being so stupid and for someone so smart I clearly was very stupid when it came to boys.
I slam my face into my pillow as I go to grab another Popsicle stick but, I’ve eaten them all. Stupid emotions and stupid boys. I have been teased before don’t get me wrong but, never has anyone done something like this to me, toying with my emotions just for a prank, it makes me sick that people care so little about me that they go out of their way just to hurt me. The film comes to end, and I grab my phone and check Facebook. I almost drop my phone when I see what’s on the site, it’s the video of me that one of the idiots took of everything that happened in the library. Jessica was the one that uploaded the video, not even bothering to watch the video because I was there when it happened, I scroll down and look at the comments instead. More tears run down my face as I read them.
‘Ew, who even is that?’
‘What a tramp’
‘I thought she was meant to be smart’ The tears keep running down my face. I’ve never been hurt like this before usually it just happens at school and its very posted online for everyone to see. To be honest with you I don’t know why Jessica hates me but, I can already tell that because this is our final year things have been taken up a notch.
I think back to me running out of the library, by that time the halls were already filled with students. I hadn’t even noticed I had been followed until that boy came out after me holding up Jessica’s phone with the video on it for the whole world to see. I was mortified and if I had stayed for the rest of the day, I would have been laughed at and teased, all because I was dragged into something and I don’t know why. Maybe its because I actually care about my grades and what university I get into, or maybe it’s because I don’t care about what I look like and what fashion is in and what’s not, because to me there are more important things to be concerned with.
I know now that when I go to school on Monday, I will no longer be invisible, I won’t be able to hide and just walk away or be a chameleon and just blend into the background. No. I will be put into the spotlight and that’s something I can’t do. I have terrible stage fright and I hate receiving attention, mostly because all the attention I get is bad attention and it seems to really upset Jessica. Worst of all it’s for something embarrassing, which means nothing good is going to come from this, the rest of the year would be filled with being teased and pushed around and even more pranks. I don’t think I could deal with that; I can barely deal with it now.
I shake these thoughts away so I can put another sad romantic film on when I hear the doorbell ring. I go silent even my heartbeat seems to stop in fear, who could be at my house at 9 o’clock? I know that doesn’t sound late but, I’m a nerd the only friend I have is Lily and if she was coming over she would have texted me first and she wouldn’t bother ringing the door bell, she would just have walked in. it couldn’t be my mother either because she has a key so she wouldn’t need to ring the doorbell. Maybe it’s a burglar or a hit man. Yes, I really just thought that. Like whom would put out a hit on me? I’m worthless remember, no one but my mum and Lily cares about me.
I jump from my bed like I have been bitten before I start to creep downstairs and I grab the first thing I can find to protect myself. It’s a book and a heavy one at that. Of course, it’s a book I’m a nerd. The doorbell rings again and I think maybe it’s just my mum, and maybe she’s just lost her keys, but she never finishes this early. Standing in front of the door I can see a tall looming shadow outside the door, my heart rate picks up as it is definitely a stranger, he nerves have started to kick in and my whole body is shaking with fear on who could be on the other side of the door. I raise the book ready to strike the person behind the door down whilst unlocking the door slowly and pulling the door back, I look up to come face to face with Hunter Black. He smiles at me a warm smile which is odd because I only ever see smirks on his face but, I slam the door in his face.
What the hell is he doing here? It’s probably a prank to go along with the one that’s already happened. Hunter bangs his fist against the door which sends a vibration throughout the house with the sheer force of his fist.
“Ava, just let me in, I only want to talk.” Oh my gosh! Hunter Black knows my name! I fangirl in my head. I stand there with my back against the door and wait to see if he says anything else. He doesn’t. I hear him sigh and walk away from the door. Maybe I should just listen to what he has to say, today can’t get any worse can it? I mean it’s only Hunter fricking Black!
Slowly I turn around so I am facing the door and open it slightly so I can peek out. I can see his figure walking back to his car that is parked at the side of the road.
“Hunter?” I call out to him but, it sounds more like a question my voice is timid and shaky and I wonder if he heard me. He turns and his eyes find mine, which answers my question that it is really Hunter Black and he did indeed hear me. I reach for the porch light and it flickers on I see him squint slightly before his dazzling eyes lock with my own dull pair of blue eyes. He walks up to the steps until he’s standing right in front of me. He’s so tall compared to me, he’s a whole foot taller than me and looking up at him causes my neck to strain. It’s weird I know that, isn’t it?
Looking up at him I can see the deep green of his eyes so clearly looking into them makes me feel lost. His height towering over me makes me feel so puny and unimportant. Stupid genes making me small, what did I do to deserve this? He’s giving that famous smirk of his, I feel my breath hitch in my throat. He is gorgeous no wonder he gets so much attention. Even at school I knew he was good looking but now that I can see him up close without having to flinch, I can really appreciate what I’m looking at. I blush as I realise that I’m staring at him and I don’t want to be caught, glancing down at me feet my face turns to horror as I realise what I’m wearing.
Hunter looks me up and down and raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow at me. I glare at him to which he only smirks in return, I can feel the sense of awkwardness start to settle in as Hunter just stares at me on the porch. I mentally smack myself as I regain myself and turn to look at him and remember this is my house and I should probably invite him in.
Sending him a smile I open my mouth and no words come out, he stares at me raising his eyebrow and I try again. My heart is in my mouth and I don’t understand why I’m so nervous, maybe it’s because I’ve never had a guy in my house before or maybe it’s because it’s Hunter Black and he is one of my bullies so inviting him in would seem wrong but then again I don’t want to seem rude, I want to be the bigger person and show him that I do not care about the past and that I could look past his mistakes and eventually forgive him. I’m too last to hold a grudge anyway, unless it’s against Jessica. Clearing my throat, I manage to string some words together.
“Hunter would you like to come in?” My voice sounds foreign to me, like it’s not really me talking.
I glance up at him to find him smirking at my poor effort to actually speak to him, but I ignore him and glare at him waiting patiently for his reply.
“That would be very kind of you.” He doesn’t break eye contact with me as he says this, but his voice holds no emotion either as if he couldn’t careless if he came in or not.
Sighing I step back bringing the door with me, so Hunter has enough room to step in. “You know, most girls would die if I was in their house.” He spoke this as a fact as if I should be falling at his feet and worshiping the ground that he walks on. I feel my blood boil as I can’t believe the nerve of this guy telling me I should be grateful that he’s in my house.
Slamming the door I watch as that stupid smirk forms on his face as I turn to glare at him, I utter words at him with such venom I’m surprised he doesn’t flinch instead he looks rather amused which only makes my anger grow.
“Well I’m not most girls.”