Devil's Creation

Chapter 3

Ms. Bell gestured to the back of the class, making everyone in the room turn around to look at the boy next to me. All I wanted to do was pick up my sketchbook and hide behind it. I've always hated having any sort of attention focused on me. (Yes, I know it's not on me, but it's still in the general direction) Out of the corner of my eye and my curtain of hair, I could see him looking out the window trying to ignore everyone's stares. He clearly also didn't enjoy any of this sort of attention. With him looking the other way, I turned my head and looked at him to get a better look.

He wore all black clothes, which made him look as pale as me. But unlike me, it looked as though he barely got any sleep last night. His dark eyes make the bags under them look like bruises. I could also make out a mark on his neck, just creeping above the collar of his shirt. It looked kind of like a tattoo, or maybe even-

At that exact moment, he looked over at me, but when he noticed me staring at his neck he brought the collar of his jacket up higher, blocking whatever was on his neck from view. I looked away from him and back at Ms. Bell, who was now handing out some paper to everyone for our next project.

Throughout the whole class both Axel and I had sat in silence. I didn't dare utter a word to him, even though everyone else in the room was chatting up a storm.

I had noticed a few girls whispering and pointing at Axel during the entire duration of the hour and twenty minute class. I most definitely knew what they had been talking about. A new mysterious boy rolled in and now they were all discussing and daring each other to ask him out.

I had every once in a while taken a peek at the stranger sitting next to me, wondering if he noticed any of them, but every single time I did, he was looking at me.

With nothing to do and Axel staring at me, the class seemed to drag on forever compared to the two morning ones.

You may be thinking, 'what do you mean you have nothing to do? Your teacher handed out the paper for your next project.'  Well, one of my classmates asked for another break, so Ms. Bell said we would start the project next class. I hadn't complained at first, but with two black eyes staring at me, it most certainly changed my mind.

I focused down on my drawing again, trying my best to ignore Axel. I felt so relieved when I finally got saved by the bell.

I put all of my pencils away, slung my backpack over my shoulder and made my way to the girls dressing room, without another glance at Axel.

Once in the girls' change room and in a stall, I changed into my grey shirt and black shorts combo that I wore for every PE class, and walked into the gym.

Gym class wasn't that different compared to having the new kid in my last class. I got picked last for a team like always and ended up tripping a few times during the game. The other girls on my team know now to just not throw the ball my way and most importantly keep a two meter distance away from me.

The first day we started basketball, they made the mistake in passing me the ball and so I tried my best to pass it to one of the girls. I tripped over my own feet and chucked the ball hard, and ended up sending her to the nurse's office with a broken nose. My parents weren't too happy with me for doing that and the girl's parents even tried suing mine.

Jessica, (the girl I had hit with the ball) was even more mad then both our parents. Along with her boyfriend Elijah. They were the typical popular kids. The cheerleader and the star quarterback. Blond hair, blue eyed Jessica and tanned, jacked as though he took steroids, brown hair and eyed Elijah.

(Welp, this is the part where I wished I could just be invisible towards everyone) They've both been making sure they got their payback, and have been making my life a living hell. It started off with just a few mean comments and notes, but because I kept ignoring them and pretended it didn't bother me, it turned into them occasionally beating me up. Yes, physically. And yes my parents really don't care what happens to me, they never ask why I sometimes come home with a black eye.

"Girls, let Raven also have a turn with the ball," Coach Parker shouted above the boy's mini game happening on the other half of the court.

I wanted so badly to curse him out. He was even there for that incident. Why couldn't he get in his head that I'm just not athletic whatsoever?

Olivia, another girl on my team, tossed me the ball. I surprisingly caught it and then started running while dribbling towards the net like the coach had shown several times, but my hand-eye coordination seemed to fail me.

You'll never guess what happened next. Ok maybe you did.

I ended up tripping and accidently shoving Jessica over. I'm not exactly sure why she was anywhere near me, especially because of the last time, but here we were lying in a heap in the middle of the court.

The whole class, (even the boys) stopped what they were doing to look over and burst out laughing.

"Sorry," I mumbled and got up, slightly red-faced from complete embarrassment.

Jessica looked at me with pure hatred all over her features while one of her friends came over to help her get up, and I then knew what was to come later.