Unwanted, Except By Him

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

 "Your mom threw what at you?" Jackson asked as we were walking to Geometry.

"A plate. She didn't throw it directly at me though. It was suppose to hit my dad but instead it got me above the eyebrow," I said.

"I don't care if it was meant for your dad. She still got you on the head. She didn't even apologize or anything?" Jackson asked again.

"Jacks, when does my mom ever apologize for something she did to me? The same with my dad."

"I'm sorry Martha. I wish you had better parents. If you could live with me and my parents I'd let you."

"Awe thanks Jacks. I'm glad I have you as a friend. If I didn't have you I'd be a loser. Oh wait! I already am!"

"Martha you are not a loser. I don't ever want you to say that again."

"I am Jackson. That is what you don't get. I am a loser. I'm always getting shoved against lockers or getting called names behind my back. I didn't do anything to deserve it. It's not fair but I deal with it because I have no choice."

"You have a choice Martha. You could stand up for yourself."

"I can't do that. I'm to shy and I'd make a fool out of myself."

"How about I teach you?"

"You teach me?"

"Yeah come on Martha let me help you. I am tired of seeing you get hurt all the time."

"Fine Jackson. You can help me stand up for myself."

"Good."

I guess if there is one person on this earth who does care about me and that is Jackson. He doesn't have to go out of his way, take up his own time to help me build up confidence. I don't need it. I just need for people to learn to leave me alone.

Oh well. I hope geometry isn't too hard today. I'm really not in the mood to deal with shapes and numbers. I hate geometry. It is my worst subject. My strongest subject is science.

Most of my classes though, are with Jackson except two; World History and English III. I'm glad I have almost all of my classes with Jackson. It makes things easier for me. Normally, not always, people leave me alone with Jackson around.

In geometry, I took my seat and wrote down what the teacher had on the board into my notebook. I hadn't been in that class five minutes and already the girls behind me were already making comments about me taking notes.

Why can't I just do what im suppose to do without someone making fun of me.

"Alright class, for those of you who haven't done so, right down what I have on the board. You will need to study these notes and other notes we have taken for your midterms. Your midterms will begin on Monday. I hope to see everyone with an A on this midterm...."

Later At Jackson's......

"Jackson, I can't do this," I complained.

"Oh c'mon Martha. Grow some of those lady balls I hear chicks talking about all the time and tell me off," Jackson demanded.

"I can't! It's too hard," I said.

"Just try. I'm going to say something mean and cruel about you and you need to fire the rudest comment back. Ready?"

"I guess so."

"That sweater you're wearing, is the stupidest sweater I have ever seen."

"Not as stupid as your face," I snapped back.

"Woohoo! You did it Martha! Now let's try it again."

"Alright."

"I don't see why you take notes in class and do what the teacher tells you to do. It's not like any of this is going to be important in the real world anyways."

"Unlike you, I want to pass school and not fail so I can actually be apart of the real world. Not this stupid school."

"Nice. I'm going to say something worse this time. It'll be the last one though okay?"

"Yeah okay."

"You stupid bitch, get out of my damn way before you get knocked flat on your ass."

"Oh are you talking about yourself again? Ha! You're so funny!"

"Martha, you aren't putting in a good effort. The first comment was great. The last two sucked. We will just try again tomorrow. Let's go get some ice cream."

"Okay. Ice cream sounds good."