The Bad Boy and the Nerd, Typical

Chapter Three: Behind these Hazel Eyes

My mind buzzed as I hurried to my car, trying to avoid looking at all the eyes staring at me.

I am noticed. I am no longer invisible. People know what I look like. They know who I am.

My knuckles turned white around the steering wheel. My eyes were probably wide and wild, trying to concentrate on the road to no avail. Shelby came back to finish her job after fourth period, her obnoxious voice still ringing in my ears. No one stopped her, or even tried. But, in all honesty, I wouldn't help me either. I deserved it most likely.

I talked to a popular, I should have seen this coming! And I did. I truly did but I neglected every voice in my head telling me I would get hurt, and he would still be sitting high on his throne.

"There's an albatross around your neck. All the things you've said and the things you've done. Can you carry it with no regret. Can you stand the person you've become," blasted from the radio as I pulled into my driveway. I stayed in the car for a moment, my hands still on the steering wheel. Finally, I let my head drop, feeling the weight of the day fall.

I haven't had this feeling since seventh grade, and I had hoped I would never feel it again. I distanced myself from all my friends, focused on my studies. I stopped talking completely to people at school, but Ryder bloody Spooner just had to ruin that. I had worked so hard to get Shelby off my butt for years, but now she is back and bitchier than ever.

Lord help us all.

"Your albatross, let it go. You albatross, shoot it down. Shoot it down. When just can't shake the heavy weight of living."

I huffed out a breath of air, pushing open my car door only to be greeted by cold air. I sighed once more and quickly made it in my house, making sure to lock my car.

"My sister!"

I yelped as I felt arms wrap around my body, pulling me into a hard chest.

"Oh, hey, Andrew," I sighed. I felt myself already wanting to barricade myself in my room, but I put on a smile and hugged my brother back. I didn't want to be near anyone, I just wanted to break down and cry.

"Guess what," Andrew smirked. I furrowed my eyebrows, already nervous as to what he was going to say.

"I am going to be leaving tomorrow, then coming back in two days with my new girl friend," he stated proudly.

Players.

"What's this ones name?" I laughed lightly. I felt bad for them, but I learned not to get close: makes things easier and less awkward.

"Chelsea."

"Reasonable," I nodded, "as long as it's not Sharkiesha, I am good."

"Me too," he laughed. I hummed in reply while setting down my back pack. Yet again, no homework. I really wish I had homework so I could get out of what ever plans my brother had.

"Want to go out to dinner?" Andrew piped up. There it is.

"Uh-"

"Let's go!"

He pulled me to his truck, shoving me into the black Dodge Ram pick up before speeding to an old fifty's diner.

"I love this place," Andrew smirked while pushing me to a booth. I squirmed in the hard seat, already feeling my back stiffen.

"An-"

"I have so many friends from college texting me!" Andrew flung his hands up in the air while grabbing his buzzing phone. A flash of hurt spread through me.