The Nerd and The Jock

Chapter 3

Mean Girls and Betrayal

I can't stop thinking about what Kyle said to me in the library last week. His stupid mind games have me in circles. I know I'm not supposed feel anything for him, but how does he just say something like that and expect me to be all fine when we talk? Like he didn't just drop a bomb on me like that?

The only good that came out of it is that it's keeping me occupied right now instead of listening to Mr. Crewman lecture about cell division and mitosis.

I endlessly stared at the white board, covered in cell stages and notes, wasting seconds of my life I would never get back.

I never really had a problem with science because I practically got A's in science, despite not liking the teacher.

But for some reason, I couldn't understand a thing Mr. Crewman was talking about due to my lack of attention to the lesson.

Why did Kyle have to screw with my mind?

Boys and their stupid words.

Suddenly, Mr. Crewman broke through my thoughts like a wrecking ball, "Issabella, can you tell me what are the stages of mitosis ?" He questioned, expecting me to have the golden answer.

"Huh?" I said questionably as I stared at the white board, hoping something would come to my mind, so I didn't look like an idiot.

I looked at the board. I could distinguish that it was about mitosis. However, I did not understand anything, and my understanding about mitosis was ambiguous.

I looked back at Mr. Crewman, hopelessly as I sat there in complete silence.

Everyone's eyes were suddenly on me, and it felt like a tidal wave of pressure crushing as I struggled to find an answer.

Crystal and her fakes giggled.

"Wow, you never cease to amaze me how pathetic you are. You can't even say one word!" Crystal practically blurted to the class.

"Don't you even talk? What are you? A mime? Hahaha, that might actually explain your wardrobe. Plain and predictable!" Crystal said as her friends backed her up with their laughs.

"Get out loser." A shout came from a football player sitting next to Kyle. The guy nudged Kyle and whispered something in his ear as he looked and pointed at me and laughed.

I looked at Kyle with a longing look like he could fix this and make it all go away; maybe he could tell his friend and Crystal to knock it off. Maybe, I could pretend it never happened. 

Then Kyle did the unspeakable, "Yeah get out, I'd push you out the room, but I don't want to get slut on my hands." He said as his friends cheered him on like making fun of me was some kind of sport.

Great, just icing on the already crappy cake.

The class responded with a bunch of laughter.

I mean, I know we weren't really what you called friends, but it still stung. I didn't expect him to embarrass me like that, but somehow I wasn't surprised. 

"Ok, knock it off." He said as everyone calmed down, ignoring the behavior like it was something to brush off.

And honestly, I don't know what was worse: the fact that a teacher stood up for me, or the fact that I couldn't do it myself.