1D Imagines & Randomness

Imagine #3 (Part I)

√Requested by anshikamalik

Your POV

I ignore all the weird glances and stares shot at me as I concentrate more in the book that I'm reading. These gutus surely have nothing to do at all.

I'm sitting under the big Oak tree sitting just ten yards away from the school ground. Though I'm trying really hard to read my book, Into The Water, by Paula Hawkins; but all the stares and the gossips whispered by a group of girls sitting under another tree behind me is making it extremely hard for me.

No I'm neither a loner nor someone who can be termed as a weirdo or a freako, aka a nerd.

At least thats what I thought.

In my old school, everyone was like this. Like me. Studious, biblophiles and quite interested in sports.

But here was a completely different story. Everyone seemed to engage in a different kind of activity; gossiping and doing it. If you know what I mean.

And thats why I could never make friends with anyone here. Back in my old school, we used to be allowed to make groups with students with same interests and we eere allowed to sit with them in every class as well as lunch and we were free to do the gven group projects with them.

I've to admit I've had made quite a life long friends there. But here, it seems a tad bit difficult to make friends as they think I'm different and a weirdo. Oh if only you knew that you seem to me the same.

"Oh his stark blue eyes are something to die for!" A girl from the group behind me exclaimed.

"Oh he himself is something to die for!"

I rolled my eyes at them as I continued reading the page that I'd already read at least 16 times. 3 times, to be more plausible.

"Ha! Look at the freako over there!" One of the guy said, obviously addressing me.

"Let's have some fun with her." I could hear the smirk in the other guy's voice, making me clutch my book even tighter with anger.

This is what's been going on with me since I've admitted here. I never was the one to back away and bear everything done to you. I could stand up for myself. But as the days went by I realised that that is what prompting them to bully me.

People always get attracted towards things they can't have and things that are difficult to achieve, I've heard. That's why I stopped standing up for myself, in the hopes that they would leave me alone. I would ignore them if they'd call me names, instead of throwing one back and would just borne any physical hit without any noise. Not that they've ever gone far than gripping my shoulders and pushing me against a locker or a wall, telling me how they would like to hurt me physically.

But today was different. Definitely, it was.

'Cause as the guys started walking up to me, I heard the girls behind me whispering that this was probably the last sunrise I was seeing. Hmm, weird. They never said this when the guys would approach me to do their thing.

As they reached me, I could feel Matt hover over me, his presence sending alarm signals all over my body. Shrugging it off, I innocently looked up towards his fuming face, and that was it. I knew that today, I wasn't going to survive.

Because, they all used to seem in a playful mode and looked like they would pick on me for a kick, but this time, he was fuming with anger. And mind you, an angry Matt wasn't something you'd want to wake up to.

"Get up bitch!" He gripped at my hair and pulled me up forcefully causing me to stand up on my feet with a yelp, my hands instinctively going uo near the roots to make sure that I don't get bald soon.