The Bully's Nerd

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

      "Lenne, are you even listening to me right now?" Jaqueline said in an annoyed voice, bringing me back to reality. My mind was still really fuzzy from what had happened during fourth period and Jake had been trying to get my attention all day. I was honestly tired of avoiding him and I was running out of places to hide in. Before I could even answer, a hand grabbed my wrist and Jaqueline's eyes bulged from the person behind me.

      "I know you're mad at me right now but, I need you to come with me. It's the only proof I have so please come with me now. If after you don't believe me, won't talk to you. Honest." Jake sounded almost desperate. I yanked my wrist back and looked at Jaqueline, ignoring the fact that he was behind me. All I heard were incoherent mumbles when I was picked up and thrown over his shoulder. I pounded on his back and screamed at him to put me down, but he continued walking until we were out of the cafeteria, where he put me down. "Look at this point I'll do anything for you to see this at this point. Marco and Marcia snuck out of study hall about 15 minutes ago and I can bet you they're in the janitor's closet in the east wing so please come with me," he said quickly, pulling me towards the east wing, past the lockers until we were in front of the janitor's closet. Hearing nothing and seeing nothing I looked up at him with my 'What now?' face. He groaned and picked the lock on the door making me let out an exasperated sigh.

      "Dude, there isn't anything the-" my eyes widened at the sight in front of me. Marcia was sitting on top of the janitor's desk with her shirt off and Marco was kissing her, his hands running up and down her sides. Jake coughed awkwardly and both of them looked at us, surprise written all over their faces, especially when they made eye contact with me. "I can't even believe this shit," I whispered, shaking my head and turning to walk away. Boy was I fool to believe that Marco wasn't who everyone had told stories about. I was a fucking fool to believe that he and Marcia weren't sleeping together, especially after the past two weeks that he's been smelling like some other girl's perfume. Of course, this had to happen to me, all of the sudden I think that I'm good because I'm being me and once again Marcia and Gabby take everything from me. First my dad and then a guy that honestly, I thought liked me enough for him not to make me another game. For god's sake, my whole high school career to everyone has been a game.

      "Wait! Lenne I swear I can explain myself." Marco yelled after to me his voice quivering. I turned around and walked towards him, his hand was reaching out towards me and he smiled softly. Getting close enough to him, I gave him a small smile and punched him right where Jake had. He groaned and let out muffled curse words. Turning to Marcia, who was scrambling to get her shirt on, I winked and walked away, laughing. "I don't know why you're fucking laughing Princess. Gabby took your dad and all of the sudden you think you can stop hiding? Like sweetie, come on. This was all a game. From the very start, you and Marco were a game. Ask him sweetie." she snarled from behind me, cackling like a witch when she saw me tense up. I spun around so quick, her face turned into one of worry and then went cocky again. "You're so right Marcia. I should've known better. Gabby and her whore of a mother took my dad and then you took Marco. You win ok? Is that better? I should've noticed he was playing me when I smelt your cheap ass perfume on his shirt." I smirked, rolling my teary eyes and walking away from all three of them. Jake was just awkwardly standing at the door, staring down the both of them.

      "I'm going home, Jake. Let Jaqueline know I'm not feeling well and to get my stuff from my locker. I have my wallet and keys so tell her not to worry about it. See you at the house." I mumbled, turning my face so he wouldn't see the tear sliding down my face. He nodded slowly and looked back at Marco and Marcia who were just watching the both of us as I walked away. After I turned the corner, I basically ran all the way to my car, tears sliding down my face from humiliation. Unlocking the car, I balled my fists in frustration and banged them against the steering wheel. How is it that though I try to move on from things that happened, they still keep coming back? My chest began to feel tight and I knew that if I didn't calm down soon, I'd have another panic attack. Turning on the car and hearing the engine, I drove out of the parking lot and went home. Once there, I ran up to my room and locked my door. I had some things to let go of before I even spoke to anyone. If I wanted to change, I needed to start with my baggage. With my dad. With my mom. With my nightmares.

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