Curse Me, I'm Popular PG-13

Chapter 2

I pulled up to the school just in time for the bell. I locked the car and ran up the front stairs. The school was fairly big and really old. Built in the 1800s or older. Or newer. I never really pay attention in history. I burst through the doors of a pratically empty hallway. Oh great, Mr. Absen, my math teacher, said 'one more tardy and I'm getting detention'. Fuck. I sped throught the hallway and up to the second floor. Out of the coorner of my eye I thought I saw someone. I could make out a figure. I stopped and looked but the hallway was empty. Shit, now I'm seeing things. I find Mr. Absen's class and burst through the door, just as he's taking attendance.

"I'm here!' I called before face planting on the tile floor. Well that hurt. And was, again, weird. There is nothing next to the door that I could've tripped on. And I know it wasn't my own foot because I would've felt that. The whole class erupted in laughter. I got back up. Mr. Absen was scowling at me.

"Disrupting the classroom and late again I see, Mr. McKingly. That's an hour for each for after school detention" I huffed and went to my seat in the middle of the class. Mr. Absen went on with attendance. I set my backpack down and the whole flat surface fell and hit me in the leg, sending my backpack flying off, papers falling everywhere.

"Ow!" I yelled, clutching my leg.

"Mr. McKingly! That's another hour for disruption of class time! Now please pay attention!" Fucker. Blaming me for the school and their shitty equipment. I picked up my papers and fixed the desk, but barely. It still slouched, making everything fall off if I didn't hold it.  I sat in silence for the class, letting him ramble about shit I will never actually use. I just doodled in my notebook, letting my thoughts consume me. What the hell is going on today? I never have bad luck, ever. I've been getting everything I want since I started to become cool. Believe it or not, I used to be a ginormous nerd with big, stupid glasses, acne and ten pounds too many. I loved comics and stupid stuff for a long time until ninth grade where I realized that the only way to survive high school was to be on top of the food chain. Which I did. I lost weight, got contacts, ditched the comics for Sports Illustrated and got enough acne cream to wipe off the first layer of skin. I had to get rid of some baggage though. I don't know why but Violet was my best friend for most of my life. I think I was possessed or something for those years. She was a chubby little blonde who was obssesed with the supernatural. Like right now but not as pyscotic. I was too, but now I'm not obviously. How lame is that? So I ditched her for better opportunities and we now hate each other. Occasionally I feel a little bad when she gets picked on but I do it to her so why bother to do anything? I flipped the next page of my notebook. Scrawled in big red letters were the words "VANITY SHOULD NOT BE REWARDED". I started to breath heavily as I looked around the room for any reaction. There was nothing but blank faces at the board. I looked back to the paper. It was blank again, not a single trace of the words. I speratically flipped to different pages trying to find it. Nothing. It was gone. My heart was racing. What is going on? The bell rang and I bolted out the door, trying to run away from the weirdness that is this morning. I made it to my locker where I find my best friend, Cal, was there. Cal was tall with very dark brunette hair that almost looked black. He was in a football jersey and jeans. 

"What up man?" we high fived, mine a little weaker on my side. He took notice.

"You okay dude?" he asked. I nodded a little, trying to open my locker. He looked at me with the "are you serious?" look.

"Dude, don't even try to lie to me. You suck" I chuckled. We've known each other for only a year but I feel like I can tell him anything. But then again, I doubt he would believe the whole truth.

"I've had the worst morning. I cut myself, was late to school, fell on my face, broke my desk and..." I was about to tell him the threat but I closed my mouth. I sighed.

"And it's...weird! I've never had a bad day in my life" Cal shrugged.

"Everybody has off days. Being the most popular boy in school doesn't have exceptions" Cal was usually nice but he does sometimes get blunt and honest. Especially about my popularity. But he's right, hopefully... But who wrote in my notebook?

"Ferris!" I turned around. It was Serinna. I smiled. Serinna was an Indian girl with very soft skin and long, black hair that contrasted with bright green eyes. We hugged and gave a quick peck on the lips.

"Get a room you two!" Cal teased. I hit his arm and tried again to open my locker. It's stuck. Figures with the morning I'm having. I gave a tug and it swung open. A huge textbook fell out, hitting me right on my foot.

"Fuck!" I clutched my foot.

"You okay baby?" Serinna asked, petting my shoulder. Cal just stood weirdly stoned face.

"Yeah, stupid locker" I threw the book back and grabbed my English book, slamming it shut.

"I am having the worst morning ever! I was late and I got detention and now this!' I huffed.

"It's like your cursed or something" We all turned around. Violet. Of course. She had a smug little smile on her face, amused at my pain.

"Leave Violet!" I growled. Serinna grabbed my arm.

"Ferris" Serinna didn't like bullying. She hated it when I did it, or what she calls bullying. I'm just being funny. Violet laughed coldly.

"Karma. It's a bitch, isn't it?" Her. She's been doing it. She's the reason for all of this. I don't know how but she has to be. I was about to snap at her but Cal beat me to it.

"C'mon Violet. For once go torture somebody else or something" If looks could kill, Cal would be impaled with the daggers she was throwing at him.

"You should talk." and with that she walked away in a huff.

"What was that about?" Serinna asked. I looked at Cal. What was that about? He shrugged.

"I don't know. She's weird. Let's go" I took Serinna's hand and we all walked down the hallway. I stepped in a piece of gum to my brand new Jays. I lifted my foot and it stuck and stretched off the tile. I groaned. Worst morning ever.