Antisocial at Its Finest

A Sucky Saturday

Chapter Nine

Harley's P.O.V.

I won't say Saturday sucks. But this specific one isn't so nice.

I stay in my bed, too lazy to get up and still upset from last night. Ugh, what an emotional roller coaster; makes me sick. I'm still upset with Marvel. He made me think I liked him, and that he liked me too. I can't believe I let myself fall for such a jackass.

"Hey," my dad says as he knocks on the door, "Can I come in?"

"Can I just sleep today?" I ask as I get up and pat down my hair. I can hear the soft smile in as he replies, "Sure, honey."

I hear his footsteps as he walks away. Odd, I think, he's not usually this cool with me sleeping in all day.

I let myself think. I'm too awake to just lay here. Maybe I should go out today. I could hang out with Grey.

I get out my phone and text her.

Me: hey wanna hang out??

Grey: can't. i'm with my sis

Me: ok

No one wants to hang out. I'll just go out by myself. Like the lonely old cat lady I am destined to be one day.

"Hey, dad?!" I call out. He responds with, "Yeah?!"

"Can I go out?!"

"Sure! Be back by ten!"

"In the morning?!"

"At night, honey!"

"Thanks!" I inwardly laugh. Ha, I'm not social enough to stay out until ten.

I get dressed in simple skinny jeans and a "Doctor Who" T-shirt. I wear my brown boots, not caring if it doesn't match. (A/N: this is how I actually dress in real life)

I get to the bathroom and brush my teeth for a good minute. Then I attempt at brushing my mess of auburn hair. I stare at myself for a minute, questioning what I look like.

I have big brown eyes and curly, frizzy auburn hair. I'm actually very pale, now that I see it. And I'm actually a bit skinnier than I thought I was.

Harley Rivers, the most average looking person in the world.

I leave the house in a hurry, taking my time as I head towards the mall.

*~*~*

The mall is crowded, but not with fellow teenagers. It's mostly full of tired parents and excited children. I smile to myself as I watch the little kids smiling and hopping around, excitedly yelping at their parents. "Mommy, daddy!"

It makes me want kids someday.

There are a few people my age here. Although, they're not the kind of people I'd associate myself with. They're the bully, slut, idiot girls that I'd rather die than hang out with.

Allow me to elaborate their current group setting.

There's the alpha, Kelly Quinn, and her second in command, Melissa Sugar. Kelly has dark brown hair and tan skin, making her seem exotic when, in fact, she was born and raised here. Melissa, on the other hand, has long, blonde hair and grayish blue eyes. They're both skinny and tall, causing them to look even more like supermodels.

Then there are her less extensive backup friends, which include Valerie Brinkman, Jeannette Overton, and Zoë Paula. I'm not going into much detail with them, since they're as replaceable as the common house fly.

And, on the side, you have the foreigner. She moved here from France a month ago, but she's still the "new girl", even though I've only been here a few days. Her name is Yvette Ouellette. She's super pretty with wavy, dirty-blonde hair and hazel eyes. She also has a pretty curvaceous figure and a French accent, making her the most datable person in our school.

I'm not going to be nice. They're all dressed like expensive hookers, with their short skirts and crop tops. It's quite sickening.

Then Kelly spots me. An evil grin plasters her face, and she sashays over to me, leaving the rest of her friends to follow in her footsteps.

"Oh, hey...?" she says as if she's asking my name, due to her goldfish-sized attention span. Having the memory of her and Marvel at the party coming crashing down on me, I keep my facial expression calm and tranquil. But on the inside, I'm freaking out. I don't answer her question to my name, letting her assume she's correct when she guesses the wrong name. "Oh, hey, Hershey."

It's Harley. I'm not a chocolate bar, I correct in my head, but I don't say it out loud.

"Hello," I say quietly.

She smirks as if she's proud of the fact that I'm too wimpy to talk intimidatingly to her. She asks like she's a seemingly innocent child, "Didn't I see you at the party? Or was that just my imagination?"

I can see that's it's killing her, trying to be nice to me. Fortunately, I don't have the tolerance to be nice to mean people. "Nope. It got too noisy for me, so I left."

"Well, it was a party. Noise is one of the things that kind of go along with it," she blatantly retorts. I return the favor of a rude comment with, "Sorry, I'm just used to a more behaved social group."

The frustration hits her face like a train wreck. Her nostrils flare, and her right eye twitches a little bit. Shes very tense as she mutters, "Darling, that's the best social group you're ever gonna have."

"Ha ha, joke's on you. I don't want a social group."

She raises a perfectly-shaped eyebrow, causing her ingenious smirk to look even meaner. "By the way," she says like she'd been practicing it in the mirror, "I must say, Marvel does it very nicely."

"What?"

"Yeah. You wouldn't think he'd be that great at 'knowing just what a girl needs', considering he's a virgin. No, wait. Was a virgin."

"Ew, no. Please shut up."

She turns around, whipping her hair in my face and then walks away.

I roll my eyes and head towards the exit of the mall. I just want to go home and take a nap.

I'm done. Dealing with people is so exhausting.