A Freshman and A Senior...Love?

A Freashman and A Senior...Love? Chapter 3

I was attacked with silly string.

I heard teenaged boys laughing at my lame attempt to try to shield myself from the silly string.

"Hold fire" I heard one of them say laughing.

I removed the string off my face so I could see the jerks that did this.

I looked up at the jerk and he laughed at me.

"How's the weather down there, little freshman?" he asked in a mocking tone.

"Better than up there," I said back.

His joking eyes turned into dark cold scary ones. "I think this fresh meat wants some more," he said shaking up the can of silly string.

His sidekicks started to spray me again.

I hate high school!

They stopped shortly after. "Damn it" he mumbled.

"What ran out?" I asked taking the string off of me.

"Shut up" he snapped at me.

"Just watch your back little freshman," he said walking away with his sidekicks.

"Whatever you say jerk," I mumbled. I guess I was loud because he heard me and stopped.

He turned around slowly. "What did you say?"

"Nothing"

"I didn't think you said nothing, because I heard something," he said coming over to me.

He was now towering over me, glaring at me.

"You know what? You're gonna get it twice as bad little freshman. So if I were you I would be watching my back," and with that he walked away.

I suddenly didn't have to pee anymore.

****

Once I got home I changed into my running gear.

After my run I came home and made some cupcakes.

I normally did this when I had a bad day. And today was a very bad day.

Carey completely changed over the summer. She thinks she's so popular now that she's 'pretty'. She barely talked to me all day.

And on top of that the jerks that silly stringed me are probably going to prank me again tomorrow.

I tried now to let it bother me, but it did.

Just the high school drama I didn't want.

I cleaned the house as I waited for the cupcakes to bake.

****

I was mindlessly filling through the channels after I finished eating about half the cupcakes.

The front door opened and my mom walked in. "Hello honey," she said.

Then she asked the dreaded question.

"How was school?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "It was lovely" I said sarcastically.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

"No mother," I said walking up to my room.

*****

The next day I walked to school, I tried to avoid everyone.

Even Carey.

"Alex!" she yelled for me from down the hall.

I turned around and gave her a fake smile.

"Hey,"

"Guess what?!" she screamed

"The world is ending?"

"I made the cheerleading team" she said jumping up and down.

"Yay" I said emotionlessly.

I really didn't care if she made it or not.

"What's wrong with you? You've been grumpy all of yesterday and now today,"

"I know, I'm sorry. I just don't like high school,"

"Well, I love it! The guys are hot and they're checking me out. The classes are easy, the teachers are nice, and the people are great and I haven't gotten pick on or attacked by seniors," she said smiling.

"Lucky you," I mumbled walking away.

"Aw, come on, it will get better. Oh! I have to go!" she said walking toward her new friends.

She walked passed The Jerk and his sidekicks. She smiled flirty at them. They winked at her and watched her leave.

I rolled my eyes and continued walking.

I realized that I had to walk the same way. I would have gone a different way but, I don't know the school that well and didn't want to get lost.

So I took my chances.

I tried to blend in with the crowd and not make eye contact with them.

I walked passed them unharmed.

I spoke to soon.

I felt someone bump into me and knock my books down along with my book bag.

I looked up and saw The Jerk and his sidekicks smirking at me.

I glared at them and watched them walk away.

I picked up my stuff and walked to my class.

I sat down in my seat and took out the forms that needed to be signed by my parents.

I thought mindlessly about random things that flowed into my head.

Then The Jerk flowed in.

He was tall maybe six something, he had green eyes and long black hair that stops at his neck and covers his forehead down to his eyebrows. I could tell he was muscular and was a joke popular person. He also gave off the impression that he could as so be a bad boy.

He confused me and he annoyed me. But unfortunately he was really good looking.

The teacher walled in and started class.

****

Through out the day The Jerk kept on bumping into me, tripping me, dropping my stuff and sprayed me with silly string.

He even told his friends to go after me.

I tried to ignore them, but my temper was rising.

After school, I did the same thing as yesterday.

Go for a jog, bake cookies, clean the house, and watch mindless T.V.

***

The week went by with the same routine.

Carey stopped talking to me completely.

She used to wave to me in the hall way, but now, it's nothing.

I'm nothing.

I haven't made one friend since the first day of school.

The Jerk and his friends still torturer me.

My locker is always vandalized, I'm always tripped or get sprayed with something.

They even get me on my way home.

I was on my way to my locker on a sunny Tuesday morning.

I was shocked to see no writing on it.

Maybe the jerks grow up and moved on with their lives.

I opened my locker and....

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