*At the end of the day, remind yourself that you did the best you could do and that is good enough.*
I settled into an empty seat in the back of my fourth-period classroom, which was English. Aside from getting tripped and name-called, the first three periods went by smoothly. Just another normal day for me. I also haven't seen the guy that ran into me in the hall.
I've obtained almost all of the credits I need to graduate in a few months, all I need is an English and History credit, so my schedule was basically compiled of simple classes that didn't require much brain work.
The class slowly filled up and a group of guys made cracks at me until eventually, the bell rang and they took their seats. Mrs. Mason, the teacher, walked into the room. She had dirty blonde hair, curled just past her shoulders. She has bright blue eyes, like mine, a well defined face, and pale skin. I swear she doesn't spend any time putside with how white her skin is.
Mrs. Mason cleared her throat to cease the chatter of the class them smiled and said, "Good morning." In a soft voice. She walked to her desk, talking as she did so.
"When I call your name, raise your hand, or say you're here."
Before she could call out a name, the door jerked open and in walked that guy that ran into me.
"The bell has already rung," Mrs. Mason said testily, suddenly snapped out of her good mood, probably because her class was disrupted. "You're late."
"Am I?" He replied. "I couldn't tell."
He was standing in front of the classroom looking very bored and very attractive. No! Stop it! No distractions.
The whole classroom had their eyes glued on his as well. They appeared to be just as captivated as I was.
"What's your name?" Mrs. Mason asked, grabbing her clipboard.
"Julian Reed," He replied.
"Alright, Mr. Reed," She looked up from her clipboard. "Since it's your first day at this school, I'll let your tardiness slide, but keep in mind I don't usually tolerate lateness."
"Yes, ma'am," He said sincerely, shocking me. I didn't think he was capable of having manners.
"Take a seat, Mr. Reed," She told him.
I looked around the room and saw there were three empty seats. One in the front of the room that was directly in front of Mrs. Mason's desk. One by a group of giggly girls on the far left side of the room, and one next to me.
Don't sit next to me. Don't sit next to me. Please don't sit next to me. I chanted in my head.
But obviously, the universe wasn't on my side because he walked straight my way, pulled out the seat to my left, and plopped down. He leisurely leaned back and spread his legs ut. He ran a hand through his messy black hair and glanced at me before looking straight ahead.
I turned my body forward and began twisting my fingers, feeling annoyance and nervousness stir in the pit of my stomach. Annoyance because I still wasn't over how he streated me this morning and nervousness because he came off as really intimidating.
I tried to shake off the overwhelming feelings and attempted to return my focus to Mrs. Mason who was calling names off her clipboard.
Had he picked the seat intentionally, or was it just the first chair he happened to see? Did he remember me from this morning? If he did, was he still mad at me? Why'd he show up so late? What was he doing?
I snuck a glance at Julian before averting my eyes to the front of the room.
"McKenzie Anosova," Mrs. Mason called my name.
"Here," I answered, and Julian looked at me.
He stared at me for a few seconds with an unreadable expression before turning back to the front.
After Mrs. Mason finished off the attendance, she started her lesson. I glanced over at Julian again and noticed that he didn't have a backpack or supplies with him. I keep my backpack in my locker so no one will steal it and trust me they've tried. But how is he supposed to write down what she's telling us if he doesn't have anything?
It's none of my business.
As Mrs. Mason started her lesson I felt a poke on my shoulder. I held back a flinch and looked over to see Julian smiling mockingly at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back in my seat.
He poked me again and I ignored him.
Again. Again. Again. Again.
I clenched my fingers to stop myself from screaming at him.
"Hey," He tried.
"What!" I whisper-shouted.
"Can I borrow a pencil and a piece of paper?" He asked.
I stare at him in disbelief before sighing and opening my pouch. The faster I have him the paper and pencil, the faster he would leave me alone.
But obviously that wasn't the case with him, because he kept talking about random thing. On his third attempt at getting me to converse with him, he finally asks, "Are you ignoring me?"
"You finally caught on. I was beginning to wonder if I needed to make a sign for you to catch the hint. Are you always this slow?" I asked him.
"Ooh, feisty," He replied, taking my jab in stride.
I huffed and turned back to the front.
"Oh, come on, don't be like that, love. I'm just trying to be nice"
I turned to face him.
"Well, stop it and leave me alone," I said agrily, ignoring how he called me "love" and how it made me feel. I spun in my seat to face the front and ended up banging my head on the metal bar attached to the chalkboard next to me head. Seriously! Who puts a chalkboard here?
I bit back a grunt of pain and cursed quietly, rubbing my head. Well, that wasn't as graceful as I'd wanted it to be. I saw movement in my peripheral vision and when I looked over I saw Julian shaking with supressed laughter, his lips pressed together tightly.
I swallowed the string of curse words I felt like yelling at him and instead fumed in silence. I crossed my arms over my chest, my gaze towards the front of the room, with a scowl on my face. That, for whatever reason, seemed to be even funnie to him because he let out a snort of laughter.
My gaze zeroed in on the pencil on my desk and wondered what would happen if I "accidentally" stabbed him in the eye with it.
"Something about my lesson amusing?"
I moved my gaze from my pencil to Mrs. Mason who was staring at Julian looking very ticked off.
He grinned and shook his head. "Nope. Nothing about your lesson is amusing in the slightest."
She took a deep breath and said, "Okay. How about we talk about something else. Since your new, tell us something about yourself. What do you like to do in your free time?" She asked.
"I don't do anything."
"You're telling me you don't do anything at all? You just sit at home and do nothing?" She asked.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you."
He stared at her for a few seconds before he said, "Oh! Wait, I got something."
"Go on," She said encouragingly.
"I smoke weed in my free time"
My jaw dropped and I stifled a laugh. Julian looked over at me and something sparkled in his eyes. Like he had accomplished something.
Mrs. Mason didn't call on him for the rest of the class. I'm surprised she didn't kick him out.
It turned out that after fourth period, Julian was in all the rest of my classes and he made sure to sit in the seat next to me and annoy me in each period. The last bell of the day rang and I hurried to my locker to get my things, so I could get to Irabella's daycare.
There weren't many people in the hallway. They normally get here before me because my last class is upstairs all the way on the other side of the school. But I mean that's just my luck. I opened my locker and grabbed my backpack stuffing books I'd need to complete my homework. I set my back down on the floor and started rifling through my locker looking for my science noted.
Come on! Where are you stupid notebook? I should really clean my locker out more often.
Suddenly a sneaker-clad foot kicked my backpack over and everything in it scattered all over the floor in the empty hallway. I held back a sigh and moved to pick my stuff up, avoiding the eyes of the person standing above me.
"Hey, loser. Look at me," He said from above.
I weighed my options and ignoring him would just annoy him and he won't leave me alone. Might as well get it over with.
I looked up into the cold blue eyes of Spencer Duval, the most popular jock in school. He plays football and that's probably why everyone likes him so much but I don't see it. He's crueler than everyone at this school towards me, which was saying a lot.
He stared down at me with a smirk on his lips, standing above my kneeling form on the floor. "I don't even know why I told you to look at me, you just seem to be getting uglier each day. I guess I just wanted to see that pathetic look on you face," He laughedm when he saw the tears pricking my eyes then bent down so that his face was level with mine. "Pathetic," He repeate, staring into my eyes with amusement, and certainly no remorse.
I dropped my head and went to reach for my stuff on the floor, fighting to keep the tears from falling when he suddenly roughly shoved me off my feet and I landed on my back.
Spencer finally walked away and I picked up my stuff and found my science notebook, which was at the bottom of my locker. After everything was secured in my bag I slammed my locker shut and started speed-walking out of the school doors and finally let the tears fall.
Why do these things happen to me? Did I deserve it? Probably, I can't think of any other reason why I'm being treated so horrible at school or why my own father beats me at home.
The tears were streaming down my face now, blurring my vision and as I walked across the street with no thought of cars, I barely managed to see the car coming towards me. I put my hands up, for what I don't know if the car hit me my hands would do nothing to stop it.
I heard the car screech to a stop and then everything went silent. I cautiously dropped my hands to see the car stopped literally a foot away from my body. I looked around and saw that there were no other cars and that I was the only person crossing the road.
I drew my eyes away from the scenery and towards the windshield of the person in the sleek, black car, and saw Julian.
My eyes went wide. His eyes went from angry to questions concern when he saw my tear-soaked face. Why would he be concerned about me? It's not like he knows me. He looked like he was about to get out of his car since he went reaching for his seat-belt but bolted away from the car, not bothering to apologize.